Insurance Marketer as a Challenging Proffesion
Poetry's General Douglas Mac Arthur hopefully will inspire us to love challenges, especially for insurance agents like me or who wish to pursue a challenging profession in selling insurance. This talk about how to address a difficult life and how to believe a view that life which is full of challenges is an opportunity to increase personal qualities. His inspiring poem send us a teaching and his quotes inspire us how to educate our childs. He is one of inspiring people.
Agent Insurance is promising unlimited income but it requires tenacity, strong will, fortitude, perseverance, patience and ingenuity. Profession of insurance agent without salary, the source of their income solely derived from commission fee of insurance selling. Of course this is not attractive for new job seekers. Except for lovers challenges and have strong willingness to be insurance marketer. very few are willing to become an insurance agent, most beginners are those who lose to get other job or as a profession instant for employees who resign. And majority of insurance marketers are failed in the profession to sell insurance.
Preface
One day my little girl, Nadjwa, found a cocoon depends on citrus tree branch in front of our house. She soon saved the cocoon in her lovely wooden box. The following day she opened the box to see her cocoon and was surprised when she saw a small hole appeared in that cocoon.
Nadjwa immediately sat for watching and waiting for further occurances. several hours have passed and she saw a butterfly struggling to force itself out through the small hole. Until a moment the movement stop making progress. The Butterfly had been tried to came out. And then could not go out much further.
Nadjwa could not wait so she decided to help the butterfly. She cut with scissor the rest of the confinement of the cocoon so that the butterfly can come out easily. But it was strange, not as a usual butterfly, the butterfly's body was puffy, the both wings wrinkled smaller. She was disappointed and can only hope that wings will expand and widen until able to support its body, but it never happened. In fact, the butterfly was flawed due to premature lived the rest of its life only by crawling. The Butterfly’s body kept bloated and it could never fly.
Essence :
What is not understandable by my girl, Nadjwa, from the kindness and good intentions to help the butterfly to get out of its cocoon is that the cocoon inhibits the release of butterflies and the struggle it takes a butterfly to come out through a small hole is the way of God to forcing a fluid from butterfly's body to flow into its wings so that he is ready to fly so obtained freedom from the cocoon.
What is not understandable by my girl, Nadjwa, from the kindness and good intentions to help the butterfly to get out of its cocoon is that the cocoon inhibits the release of butterflies and the struggle it takes a butterfly to come out through a small hole is the way of God to forcing a fluid from butterfly's body to flow into its wings so that he is ready to fly so obtained freedom from the cocoon.
Wisdom :
The struggle is needed in life. If God let life without obstacles, it would cripple us. We may not be as strong as we should be able. We will never be able to fly if we are into the butterfly...................
Relate to : The struggle is needed in life. If God let life without obstacles, it would cripple us. We may not be as strong as we should be able. We will never be able to fly if we are into the butterfly...................
Build Me a Son Written by Jenderal Douglas A. MacArthur
 Build me a son, O Lord, And brave enough to face him self when he is afraid; One who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, And humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishbone will not be. Where his backbone should be; A son who will know Thee - and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here, let him learn to stand up in the storm; Here, let him team compassion for those who fall. Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goals will be high; A son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; One who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; One who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past. And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor. So that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain." |
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