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TAO-The Book Installment 5 – Meet Abe Maslow

April 1, 2010

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Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs

My practice began to remind me of the poem by William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality.  I was building a prison for myself, like the one Richard Cabot wrote about in his description of drudgery.  The practice wasn’t serving me.  I was losing sight of my values.  The values that I was more in touch with as a child watching Willie.  Wordsworth was a master at describing life through natural metaphor.  You can almost feel the cycle of life I was in when you read Wordsworth’s poetry:

Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s priest,
And by the vision splendid

Is on his way attended;

At length the Man perceives it die away,

And fade into the light of common day

You see, the reason I became a dentist (more…)

TAO The Book Installment 4 (Willie and me)

March 23, 2010

Filed under: TAO - The Book,Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , — Barry @ 9:49 AM

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The Great "Say Hey Kid"

PART I : IT’S THE PROCESS STUPID !

CHAPTER ONE: Process- The Key to Success

“All happy families resemble each other, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
-Tolstoy

I conceive that the great part of the miseries of mankind
 are brought upon them by false estimates they have made of the value of things.”
–– Ben Franklin

“Try not to become a man of success, but rather a man of value.”
⎯ Albert Einstein

I grew up in New York City during the fifties. Baseball was my passion, and back in those days, you were either a fan of Willie Mays, Mickey Mantle, or Duke Snyder, depending on where you lived. I lived in the Bronx, just a few miles from Yankee Stadium, but I gravitated toward Willie Mays as my hero. When I grew up I wanted as much to be just like Willie as kids today want to be like Lebron James or Alex Rodriguez.  I knew I would never be a great baseball player like Willie, but I envied how he made a living doing what he loved. Even at age eight, I knew that living the dream was a rare occurrence, and I sensed that making a life was more important than making a living.

Like Willie, I wanted to do what I loved. (more…)