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TRULY

True leaders seldom seek leadership but are  frequently followed.
True leaders are not compliant, they are true to their own ethics.
True leaders recognize, accept and attempt to share Love.
True leaders do not seek to prove but to discover Truth.
True leaders do not compete, they encourage.
True leaders allow others to be themselves.
True leaders don’t advise, they listen.
True leaders serve when needed.
True leaders are often despised.
True leaders are curious.
True leaders are us.
True leaders are.
Truth leads.
Truly.


Leadership: A Love Story.
Lee Broom.

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Truly

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True leaders do not seek leadership; though are often discovered. 
True leaders are not compliant, they are true to their own ethics.
True leaders recognize, accept and attempt to share Love.
True leaders do not seek to prove but to discover Truth.
True leaders do not compete, they encourage.
True leaders allow others to be themselves.
True leaders don’t advise, they listen.
True leaders serve when needed.
True leaders are often despised.
True leaders are curious.
True leaders are us.
True leaders are.
Truth leads.
Truly

From Leadership: A Love Story. 
Lee Broom.

“How do you know my address?”

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HOW DO YOU KNOW MY ADDRESS

The Casa as it was called was my second home, at the time, known to all who drove past as The Franciscan Renewal Center. Though I was not a particularly religious person, I had friends there, most of whom were friars. I would even meet my wife there, a few years later. I ate most of my meals in the Casa dining room; I even went to early morning Mass, not that I bought The Story that went with the rituals, but the rituals helped me with my own story.

The desire for and the expectations that had given whatever meaning had sustained me in the life I had just left, ebbed slowly away.  Gradually, I was beginning to feel like a fairly normal person; normal in most every way but one.

On a Saturday afternoon as I was writing an order for a new customer-we were standing at a counter in the small showroom up front-the lady said to me “How do you know my address?” Without thinking, I had written her complete address (I remember it still) on the sales ticket. Gratefully, an explanation left my lips as quickly as it arrived in my thoughts, “I’m a neighbor of yours, and I saw you pulling into your driveway one afternoon.” This led abruptly into the need for supporting lies but fortunately we were interrupted by one of my employees who needed assistance.

I broke away for a moment and the matter never came up again. After she left, I removed myself from the store and went for a walk around the shopping center, thinking about what had just happened. I was not that woman’s neighbor. Never had I driven on any of those streets in the El Rancho sub-division on McCormick Ranch in the neighborhood that she called home.

That showroom would present many such occasions for the mysterious discovery of similarly, surprising bits of information in the next year or so. It would take a few years before I would begin learning how to assimilate this new part of my life, though I would not have to wait very long for the memories of similar incidents from my childhood.

I rarely notice these days, when such leaps in awareness take place. But combined with my rituals of consciously expressed thoughts of gratitude I have become much more inclined toward affection for the simple surprises of daily living.

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Everything in life is addictive

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Everything in life is addictive; really, everything.

 

The first thought inspires a second look.

The second look, an affirmation.

The third reveals an addictive part of our nature, curiosity.

Curiosity is a wonderful quality.

We Love, we fight, we investigate, we believe everything we hear or nothing.

And we fear.

Our very first thoughts as we entered this world are inspired by fear.

Fear is the driving force behind our addictive nature.

Our very first thoughts inspired by fear were to search for safety.

Some of us find it; some don’t.

It is called Love and is discovered in a three-step process; these three steps are…

Addiction.

Awareness.

Acceptance.

The discovery and the implementation of these three qualities often inspires a new need.

We accept The Love and we pass it on.

Knowing these things help us with our family, our friends and our work

Happy Holy Days.

Truly

Lee_Broom

True leaders do not seek leadership; they are often discovered,.
True leaders are not compliant, they are true to their  ethics.
True leaders recognize, accept and attempt to share Love.
True leaders do not seek to prove but to discover Truth.
True leaders do not compete, they encourage.
True leaders allow others to be themselves.
True leaders don’t advise, they listen.
True leaders serve when needed.
True leaders are often despised.
True leaders are curious.
True leaders are us.
True leaders are.
Truth leads.
Truly

From Leadership: A Love Story. By Lee Broom.

I’M NOT A SALESMAN

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Father took me on great field trips to sites of industry; the cotton docks for the auctions, the dairies, the loading docks, farms and warehouses, retail stores, and law offices.

The father who taught me these things also taught me how to gather sales leads. He was not aggressive; he was service oriented. I often hear aggressive sales people say that about themselves but it usually sounds like rationalization. My father was the real deal.

The only thing he ever “taught” me was to listen. And though he took me to Church on Sundays He never discussed religion. His was a method of “teaching” by example.

After he and Mother sold their last store Father put together some wholesale dry goods lines, Ziegler, Almar, Wrangler and Stetson. Dixie Broom’s wholesale lines were an immediate  success; the life of The Broom Family began to change.

When I was eleven, a skittish mare and foal kicked a make shift gate in the corral and a piece of pipe  ripped Father’s foot off; the only thing holding his foot to his leg was the left ankle and the tendons associated with that part of his right foot.

We asked a surgeon by the name of Amspatcher to fly out from NYC  and  reattach his foot; everyone else wanted to amputate.; the surgery was an astonishing success. Father drug out from storage, one of the two matching silver tipped canes that he and Mother had bought at The Chicago Worlds Fair decades before. It would be with him for the rest of his life.

I accompanied  Father during that first summer back on the road,  carrying his sample bags and observing his method of ”gathering sales”. At lunch one day in a hotel coffee shop I asked Father how he learned to be a salesman. “I’m not a salesman” he snapped. He never explained that remark.

Father knew everything about the people we visited and what was going on in the cities and towns in which they lived. I never heard him “close”, but I knew and the client knew that when Dixie Broom reached for the order pad the sale had already taken place. Later, I would use that same approach in every store I put together.

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