It has another crisis that if dislocates sorrateiramente in the embroidery frames of the company. That crisis is this? It is the leadership crisis! Leaders do not know the phenomenon of the thirty seconds, or, if they know, do not respect it. Fuel tanks helps readers to explore varied viewpoints. They do not think before acting or reacting. They inhibit the creativity of its collaborators they hinder when them to think in the decisions for pure arrogance, or solapam its force of will for the desmrito and discredit that excuse to these. Instead of financing the continuous professional development as form to reach goals and objectives, stanches the enthusiasm and the motivation for the improvement in the productivity and the sales. Each human being has hundreds of thousand of registers that had contaminated its mind and had been capable to originate psychosomatic illnesses throughout its existence.
They had not known to recycle the critical offences and that had received. They had given aggressive answers still more, to only finance proper the magnificent one and it does not stop retiring the wounded pride. They did not know that nobody is capable to forget a hurt, without before pardoning the ofensor. will not be capable to reedit its history, if to try to run away from these assailants of the joy. Until this moment, they did not know the F30′ ‘ (phenomenon of the thirty seconds) and they had never thought before giving answers. Therefore, all its accesses to the registers in its mind tend to be pernicious. Its bad experiences had not been canalized nor rewrites so that the quality of life was improved.
With this, whenever had access they bring, each time more sufferings and you distress. With we emphasize, we will not be capable to reedit our history if not to face our fears. We try to run away from our enemies, however, this escape is impossible. While we will not be capable to rewrite the moments inelegant that we face, transforming them into good experiences and learning, we will sleep with our fears, rancores and, the all instant, we will be stolen of the pleasure to exist and the pressing necessity of being happy. What we have made to be happy? We have given blows of ousadia in the sadness, in the rancor, hatred? We have invested to shake the foundations of the mesquinhez and the arrogance? We have planted good seeds in ground of existencial ours seara? What seasoning we have used in the biggest seedbed of workmanships of the Land? That seedbed is this? Alfobre of our life! It thinks about this! One I always hug and happinesses.