Do you know TGIM?

TGIM! We all know about TGIF and Friday dressing and enjoy the feeling of coming to work in casuals, really nice to let the hair down and de-stress after a long week of work and more work! That is really nice and let the tradition continue.

And now the word is out, we have created a new milestone, it is called TGIM, yes, Thank God It’s Monday! 

TGIM means formal clothes to work, men; don your grey suit, women; don your formal work wear! It’s heralding the start of a new week, a start of professional advancement and a start of accomplishments. You dress up real corporate and you bring in the biz!

Employers use the Monday to make announcements of promotions, of corporate wins, of professional development activities and a lot more, Monday is the Day! You are re-energized, Renew your corporate vows, revisit your career ambitions and move ahead with zeal and drive!

TGIM is why you come to work to win and to conquer, TGIM, wear your corporate best! This is your time!

Thank God it’s Monday!

Family is important!

This morning I was reminded of a real story, my mum told us..... In the Second World War, her dad used to have a radio shop on the ground floor where they lived and during the war, he secretly tuned the radio's of friends so they could hear the BBC broadcasts which the German Army had banned people to listen. One day someone sneaked on him and the Germans came and took him away. Her brother was in his teens and a big boy and so they also took him away at the same time. For months, the two were in a local prison so she and her mom did get the occasional moment to visit and see them through the fences and exchange some sweet words. Then one day, they disappeared, it was said that the men were taken to work in a factory making bullets and such for the Germans in some far away place.The war got over and the Czech women waited, hoping for their loved ones to come back home, some did and some did not. My mom and her mom went without, survived the pain and life went on. They never came back. Ten years passed, my mom and her mum lived on with life by themselves, then one night there was a hard knocking at the door, that woke them up, scared, my mum went to the door not knowing what would be upon them and the knocking continued, thump thump! She gently opened the door in the middle of the night, her heart beating and her mum standing behind holding a big stick and outside was a thin straggly looking bald man, toothless and weak, almost fainting, and he stood there looking at her and a word came out of his mouth, ...........Jirina? Jirina?.... Her name. She blinked in the faint light and looked at him again, Janofski? She recognized him through his eyes, her brother was back, standing there faint and weak, he had found his way back home, they wept, took him in, fed him soup and thanked the lord that he was alive and back home. The father never returned, Janofski lived till 85 and we heard of his passing about three years ago, he married, had a life, three children and four grand children. This is a real story from the second world war, that stayed in my head till...... I shared it with you, just now. Embrace your siblings, we don't know where life takes each one of us. Reflect and be grateful for what you have.

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Somewhere in my journey of life, I heard this story and it carried a great moral so thought would share it with my readers.

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One fine summer day, in the countryside, two priests were walking down the pastures till they came across a small stream gurgling in front of them.

The path ended at the stream and it was apparent that they had to wade across to continue their journey.

As they reach the banks, they found a beautiful young girl sitting at the bank; she was crying and she was naked.

The priests looked at each other and then one asked, 'My dear, why are you crying?'

The girl said in a soft sweet voice, 'I have to reach the other side of this stream but I am very scared of water.'

The priest did not say anything but picked her up in his arms and waded across the stream without saying a word.

He then gently put her down on the other bank and began to walk on.

His colleague, walked along besides him but every few minutes turned to him and shook his head in a most disapproving way.

They must have walked on for an hour when it was uncontrollable and the priest asked a question in a hurry, 'How could you hold her in your arms  and walk across, she was naked?'

The priest turned to his colleague and said, 'I dropped her off an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?'