by Judy Yaron PhD | Featured Contributor
It wasn’t blind passion or the thrill of something new and unknown. It was love that led me there, day after day. What we had, what we shared was special. The words, “Don’t leave. Stay here with me,” filled my heart with joy and made me come alive. All I needed to hear was “I need you!” and I was blown away willing to give it my all – my life, my identity.
Ironically, or perhaps not, my work flourished and professionally I was thriving. Love can do that to you. My life my work, which were almost one and the same, were a celebration. Everywhere I turned, people were playing my dream and, I, the mistress conductor, orchestrated their performance.
And then I got sacked. All the while, I had been no more than the other woman. Abruptly, with almost no notice, my concert came to a halt and all was silent. Not a one stood up for me for fear of losing their own jobs. I could not blame them. Lonely and alone I was left to nurse my wounds: betrayal, sorrow, and humiliation.
You want people to read your stuff?
-> Draw them in by giving them what they want.
You want people to learn what you have to offer, even if it’s not exactly what they want?
-> Grab their attention, by sharing with them something juicy, something fun, something intriguing that is not too challenging or threatening.
WORKED WITH YOU, DIDN’T IT?
Workplace affair – who doesn’t want to hear all about it – all the juicy details down to the tragic end?
So, what is my post really about? Read on to find out.
I was having a workplace affair, but it wasn’t that kind of affair.
I was hired to bring English alive in a developing town in Israel, where students’ achievements were below standard. And, I fell in love: with the teachers I worked with, young religious girls struggling with womanhood, motherhood and their careers; with the students, Sabras of North African parentage and immigrants from Ethiopia and the Former Soviet Union; and the town at large – from the mayor and his team of advisors to the merchants at the market place.
It was a daily celebration. The teachers were like my daughters. Whenever I arrived at their classroom, often unannounced, they would stop what they were doing, come over to give me a hug and then continue with the lesson. There were those, who would beg me to cancel other meetings I had scheduled so that I could stay on and observe their lessons. Many of our one-on-one training sessions were conducted in their kitchens. I got to play with the babies, while we worked through their lesson planning. Time and again we had “pajama parties”, so that we could work late into the night planning English events: holiday activities, English evenings with the students and their parents and even a full-blown Reading Olympics for all the schools in town. I worked them hard, but they were ecstatic. They were learning; they were creating; they were having fun. We shared trust, a vision and a journey. We developed new programs, which catered to the varying needs of all the students. We made learning come alive.
All the while, unbeknownst to me, I had been sitting on a hornets’ nest buzzing with those who wanted my position; who were jealous of my relationships; who resented my being an outsider; or begrudged my success.
And so, I was asked to leave.
Now that you have all the information, go back and read the beginning of my post. I was being totally truthful with you, only you probably had different associations and expectations. I hope I didn’t disappoint you!
In my previous posts I demonstrated other techniques how to engage your GUESTS by creating meaningful content that challenges the mind and touches the heart.
- Telling Me My Whole Life Was a Mistake Wasn’t the Best Way to Gain My TRUST.
- How to speak to your Guests’ PAIN POINT when it really really hurts – Do’s and Don’ts
- Working Girls
Judy Yaron PhD is a Pedagogical Artist who creates Learning. After an adventurous career of almost thirty years in Education in three continents, she is using lessons learnt from the people she met from all walks of Life to help others spin their know-how into gold, by transforming their knowledge and experiences into instructional products that touch the heart.
As a Sabra, Israeli born and bred, her style is prickly, frank and unapologetic. BUT, that is only on the outside. Inside, like the fruit of the Sabra, she is soft, sweet, generous and kind.
If you want to be sure, check her out at Cut the Crap Solutions.
Follow Judy on Twitter at @humblyhuman