Leaders and high performers can’t afford to get sick.
Yet, with cold and flu season in full swing, we need to be prepared to avoid it and beat it if needed.
Almost every year, I find myself with the beginnings of some sort of sickness. Just last week, I woke up Tuesday having swallowed a porcupine. In the past it usually turned into a full-blown, knock-me-out, watch-Bob-Ross-all-day nightmare.
Until I started following my new all-natural recipe for beating colds and flu.
Now, before I continue, let me make two things clear:
1. It works very well for me, but it might not for you.
2. In case you didn’t know, I am not a doctor. If you’ve got some other stuff going on (i.e. high blood pressure, chronic bronchitis, etc.) you should still see your doctor. Also, don’t do what I suggest if you are on any long-term medicines. I don’t know what might happen.
So with those caveats out of the way, here’s what I started doing a few years ago. I have been sick approximately five times since then, about the same number of times as usual. But it has never materialized past the third day and never gotten worse than a mildly sore throat and sniffles.
My generation is soft.
I am thirty-four years old and most of my peers are soft. I suppose that thirty-five hours a week of television, a welfare state, and a decade or two of “role models” dressing like tramps and being more known for their drunken exploits will do that to a generation.
And we’re only getting softer. Less responsible. Less motivated. Less determined. Less impactful.
At the risk of starting a political debate (please don’t) the most troubling part of the president’s healthcare law had nothing to do with freedom, constitutionality, or cost. It’s the provision that allows offspring (notice I didn’t say “children”) to stay on their parents’ plans until the age of twenty-six. Twenty-six years old! They’re twenty-six years old and they still get to, per a government mandate, stay on Mommy and Daddy’s health insurance. Give me a break!
But that is no excuse for this generation. And there is still hope.
My generation must learn from Sugay Ray Leonard.
As a child, Sugar Ray Leonard would wake up just like all of the other kids. He would get dressed for school just like all of the other kids. He would walk to the bus stop just like all the other kids. But right there, as the bus pulled up, is where the similarities between Sugar Ray Leonard and all the other kids end.