How to Give Your Staff PERMISSION to Talk to You
As an author and professional speaker, I often meet audience members or readers who point out something so insanely obvious; I wonder how in the heck I missed it.Ah, the wisdom of curbside observers.Switzerland. Summer of ’05. I was hosting a workshop at a youth leadership conference. We’d just started our program, so I was only beginning to tell the teenagers about the various reactions I observed in the first few years of wearing my nametag 24-7.Suddenly, the hand of an enthusiastic staff member shot up.ling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed Act I Scene I
I remember the first time seeing a German Christmas market.(Before this I had only experienced department store holiday shopping, sitting on some badly disguised old guys lap for a quick Polaroid snapshot in a kitsch ply wood grotto, ultimately toddling home clutching some cheap piece of crap made in China.) I was truly bedazzled and awestruck. Hundreds of snow covered wooden huts with windows, each filled with the most peculiar and original wares, everything from natural lavender scented homemade soaps wrapped in delicate rice paper to exotic insects from all over the world varnished and pinned in their own individual glass display cases according to their different sizes. Where should I start? What should I buy? Which of the delicious smelling foods and seasonal drinks should be feasted on first? My initial contact with internet marketing created similar feelings and emotions, which in turn inevitably led to some silly impulsive decisions and a rather negative affect on my pocket book. This had to stop immediately!

Act I Scene II
He awoke one Sunday morning feeling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed a

e clutching some cheap piece of crap made in China.) I was truly bedazzled and awestruck. Hundreds of snow covered wooden huts with windows, each filled with the most peculiar and original wares, everything from natural lavender scented homemade soaps wrapped in delicate rice paper to exotic insects from all over the world varnished and pinned in their own individual glass display cases according to their different sizes. Where should I start? What should I buy? Which of the delicious smelling foods and seasonal drinks should be feasted on first? My initial contact with internet marketing created similar feelings and emotions, which in turn inevitably led to some silly impulsive decisions and a rather negative affect on my pocket book. This had to stop immediately!

Act I Scene II
He awoke one Sunday morning feeling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed

aper to exotic insects from all over the world varnished and pinned in their own individual glass display cases according to their different sizes. Where should I start? What should I buy? Which of the delicious smelling foods and seasonal drinks should be feasted on first? My initial contact with internet marketing created similar feelings and emotions, which in turn inevitably led to some silly impulsive decisions and a rather negative affect on my pocket book. This had to stop immediately!

Act I Scene II
He awoke one Sunday morning feeling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed

initial contact with internet marketing created similar feelings and emotions, which in turn inevitably led to some silly impulsive decisions and a rather negative affect on my pocket book. This had to stop immediately!

Act I Scene II
He awoke one Sunday morning feeling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed

ling touched by divinity and with a flashing light bulb over his head. BING! It was like his brain had been rebooted and upgraded all at once. "What was I thinking?" he wondered. Staring at the ceiling with a crooked smirk of realization, he sprang from the comfort of his bed and turned on his beloved laptop. "I should have seen it sooner" he thought. "Why didn't I see it sooner?" The problem with our born again businessman was that he had been dispersing his efforts between too many different objectives and each had made a slight damp firecracker like "pfizz". "If I combined the energy of all my firecrackers, I could go nuclear", he realized giddily.

He took one, only one of his affiliate products, focused on it and studied it until he knew every atom. He took apart each webpage for this product with a toothpick, nurturing each keyword, description, heading and sentence structure. Relentlessly driving traffic to his new love child with all the weapons in his arsenal while nurturing it with every SEO tactic he'd learned along the way. BINGO! First a trickle, then a flow and finally a stream of traffic which he knew over time would yield a harvest of affiliate commissions.

Act I Scene III
A light fog slowly drifted around the ancient costal village as the church bell chimed for the sixth time. The usual Saturday morning activity was well under way as