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Saturday, September 3, 2011

338 Article in the series ‘And the days dwindle down…’ Thoughts for dear friend and colleague Wallace Johnson upon the occasion of his 86th birthday April 18, 2011.


338 Article in the series ‘And the days dwindle down…’ Thoughts for dear friend and colleague Wallace Johnson upon the occasion of his 86th birthday April 18, 2011.

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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Today is a special day, a festive day, a day of  celebration and hijinx… today Wallace Johnson, friend, turns 86 years young; legions of his friends and well wishers will gather via the Internet to toast, to laugh with and to note the day and the man.
Wallace, for all that he was a test pilot with the Apollo Project, (and so truly flew high)  is a man of sentiment, art, culture. So I looked for a suitable song to mark this event, and had no trouble selecting “The September Song” by Kurt Weil (music) and Maxwell Anderson (lyrics). It first appeared in the Broadway musical “Knickerbocher Holiday” (1938).
It is a grand tune with haunting music and a message that grows more apt and poignant day by day.
A host of top artists have recorded this song, and no wonder; Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Durante (in 1955 in a particularly touching manner). I select Lotte Lenya. She did, after all, know Weill best; she married him twice. Her rendition is mesmerizing. Go to any search engine and find it; let the music and its lyrics envelop you as you read an article straight from the heart on this his special day.
“.And the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I’ll spend with you. These precious days I’ll spend with you.”
Thoughts from a whippersnapper of only 64.
Readers, if you’re lucky in life you have a friend and colleague like Wallace. He is dedicated, conscientious to a fault, and he knows the fine art of handling a CEO, which (being the CEO in question) I appreciate more than he knows Today, greatly daring, with grave temerity, this self-same CEO offers a few limpid reflections and observations in the hope that they are welcome…and, more to the point, correct.
1) You’ve lived.
In 1955 best-selling author Patrick Dennis wrote a pip of an novel entitled “Auntie Mame”. It offered this pithy admonition well loved by my mother, “Live! Live! Live! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
Wallace, you are a lucky man; you have lived… you have loved… and most importantly you have been loved, and still are. You have known and lived by the truth of Sigmund Freud’s famous observation that the best life is composed of love and work.  It is not given to all to know, much less to benefit from, this.
“Happiness is composed of love and work.” (Glück ist Liebe und Arbeit zusammen.”)
You have, of course, made errors; not one of us is immune from that. But I suspect, as well as one human can know another, that yours were the faults of generosity. You, I know, are quite capable of giving too much to those who may not have been worth the gift, being neither capable of understanding nor reciprocating. If this is a “fault”, it is a good one to have. It is, after all, always better to have given, even if from time to time, to the unworthy. Let a man be evaluated by such errors…and he shall be found, assuredly, a good man, a kind man, a man of heart. That man is you.
2) You  served America proudly, regarding her as needing the support of all who love her, a bastion, not a milch cow for exploitation.
Wallace, you have been since your earliest days, a man who knew the secret of life was always to look up, to the place beyond the rainbows, for it is only by the exertions of untrammeled people that progress can come. You looked up and saw the cosmos as a subject of study, as a great adventure, as a never-ending source of wonder; a place to embrace and excite, never to shrink from. As a test pilot for the Apollo Project during the heady days of its inception and development, you saw first-hand what this great nation can do… no technical impediment too difficult… no vision too unlikely… no destination too remote.
You are one of the very elect who can say, and proudly, “I was there… and it mattered.” And so it did. The salary was meager; the hours long; the effect profound and inspiring. And you were there, dedicated.
3) You have been a great teacher.
Ask a new member of our Worldprofit community to name a single member, a single monitor, and the odds are overwhelming they will name you. I know why. First because you saw in us the best of you and in joining did no lip service but made the most serious of commitments. You resolved not merely to take, but to enhance, improve, and through every season and year, to give.
You learned our innovative business… you excelled.  You understood, as so many have not, that the Internet is not a destination; it is a process, a process of  connecting the members of our species, wherever they are located, so that they may communicate the very best of which we are capable.
You embraced this mission as you embraced all your missions: with seriousness of intent, with full commitment, and with an unexampled talent for training other good people worldwide who understood the vital importance of our monitor program and wanted to add their talents to the corps epitomized by you. As such you have, first, touched the lives of these monitors, directly, personally, diplomatically, thoroughly. In turn these monitors, with their important tasks, have touched the lives of untold thousands, who may perhaps never know they have benefited from you and your gift of giving.  But they most assuredly have.
4) You have helped your CEO, a “lad” still on the sunny side of Social Security, just.
Wallace, many people today, and on many days to come, will extol  your virtues, and rightly so. But I am the only man in the universe who can extol you for this: that you have helped your CEO, not least by your empathy, diplomacy, and the art of knowing just when to offer home truths, the better to attend to them… and to listen. I appreciate your deftness… and your unflagging assistance.
Many people, 2 decades and more senior in age, would have found ways to roil the waters. You chose  with consummate loyalty, to smooth the road… without the slightest hint of servility or arriere pensee. You have been amidst so many loyal, the most loyal of all.
You have given me the benefit of wisdom, without condescension. You have listened… you have spoken candidly… you have reminded when necessary and “forgotten” when prudent. I am appreciative, in your debt, impressed and grateful.
“And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you.”
If we are known and greatly defined by the company we keep, then surely we are here at Worldprofit, all of us the beneficiaries of this: that from a multitude of other companies and opportunities, Wallace Johnson selected us.
Now my 86th birthday gift to you, Wallace, is this:
May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face…
(ancient Irish prayer).
Wherever you go, whenever you go there, you take a particle from us with you, just as we carry a bit of you on our own unique journey through time and space.
Readers: for more information on Wallace Johnson and the Apollo Project, visit any search engine.

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Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Howard Martell <a href=”http://HomeProfitCoach.com“>http://HomeProfitCoach.com</a>. Check out Mass Traffic Leak ->  http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com/?rd=zv3unWbc

Saturday, April 30, 2011

‘And the days dwindle down…’ Thoughts for dear friend and colleague Wallace Johnson upon the occasion of his 86th birthday April 18, 2011.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Today is a special day, a festive day, a day of  celebration and hijinx… today Wallace Johnson, friend, turns 86 years young; legions of his friends and well wishers will gather via the Internet to toast, to laugh with and to note the day and the man.
Wallace, for all that he was a test pilot with the Apollo Project, (and so truly flew high)  is a man of sentiment, art, culture. So I looked for a suitable song to mark this event, and had no trouble selecting “The September Song” by Kurt Weil (music) and Maxwell Anderson (lyrics). It first appeared in the Broadway musical “Knickerbocher Holiday” (1938).
It is a grand tune with haunting music and a message that grows more apt and poignant day by day.
A host of top artists have recorded this song, and no wonder; Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Durante (in 1955 in a particularly touching manner). I select Lotte Lenya. She did, after all, know Weill best; she married him twice. Her rendition is mesmerizing. Go to any search engine and find it; let the music and its lyrics envelop you as you read an article straight from the heart on this his special day.
“.And the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I’ll spend with you. These precious days I’ll spend with you.”
Thoughts from a whippersnapper of only 64.
Readers, if you’re lucky in life you have a friend and colleague like Wallace. He is dedicated, conscientious to a fault, and he knows the fine art of handling a CEO, which (being the CEO in question) I appreciate more than he knows Today, greatly daring, with grave temerity, this self-same CEO offers a few limpid reflections and observations in the hope that they are welcome…and, more to the point, correct.
1) You’ve lived.
In 1955 best-selling author Patrick Dennis wrote a pip of an novel entitled “Auntie Mame”. It offered this pithy admonition well loved by my mother, “Live! Live! Live! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
Wallace, you are a lucky man; you have lived… you have loved… and most importantly you have been loved, and still are. You have known and lived by the truth of Sigmund Freud’s famous observation that the best life is composed of love and work.  It is not given to all to know, much less to benefit from, this.
“Happiness is composed of love and work.” (Glück ist Liebe und Arbeit zusammen.”)
You have, of course, made errors; not one of us is immune from that. But I suspect, as well as one human can know another, that yours were the faults of generosity. You, I know, are quite capable of giving too much to those who may not have been worth the gift, being neither capable of understanding nor reciprocating. If this is a “fault”, it is a good one to have. It is, after all, always better to have given, even if from time to time, to the unworthy. Let a man be evaluated by such errors…and he shall be found, assuredly, a good man, a kind man, a man of heart. That man is you.
2) You  served America proudly, regarding her as needing the support of all who love her, a bastion, not a milch cow for exploitation.
Wallace, you have been since your earliest days, a man who knew the secret of life was always to look up, to the place beyond the rainbows, for it is only by the exertions of untrammeled people that progress can come. You looked up and saw the cosmos as a subject of study, as a great adventure, as a never-ending source of wonder; a place to embrace and excite, never to shrink from. As a test pilot for the Apollo Project during the heady days of its inception and development, you saw first-hand what this great nation can do… no technical impediment too difficult… no vision too unlikely… no destination too remote.
You are one of the very elect who can say, and proudly, “I was there… and it mattered.” And so it did. The salary was meager; the hours long; the effect profound and inspiring. And you were there, dedicated.
3) You have been a great teacher.
Ask a new member of our Worldprofit community to name a single member, a single monitor, and the odds are overwhelming they will name you. I know why. First because you saw in us the best of you and in joining did no lip service but made the most serious of commitments. You resolved not merely to take, but to enhance, improve, and through every season and year, to give.
You learned our innovative business… you excelled.  You understood, as so many have not, that the Internet is not a destination; it is a process, a process of  connecting the members of our species, wherever they are located, so that they may communicate the very best of which we are capable.
You embraced this mission as you embraced all your missions: with seriousness of intent, with full commitment, and with an unexampled talent for training other good people worldwide who understood the vital importance of our monitor program and wanted to add their talents to the corps epitomized by you. As such you have, first, touched the lives of these monitors, directly, personally, diplomatically, thoroughly. In turn these monitors, with their important tasks, have touched the lives of untold thousands, who may perhaps never know they have benefited from you and your gift of giving.  But they most assuredly have.
4) You have helped your CEO, a “lad” still on the sunny side of Social Security, just.
Wallace, many people today, and on many days to come, will extol  your virtues, and rightly so. But I am the only man in the universe who can extol you for this: that you have helped your CEO, not least by your empathy, diplomacy, and the art of knowing just when to offer home truths, the better to attend to them… and to listen. I appreciate your deftness… and your unflagging assistance.
Many people, 2 decades and more senior in age, would have found ways to roil the waters. You chose  with consummate loyalty, to smooth the road… without the slightest hint of servility or arriere pensee. You have been amidst so many loyal, the most loyal of all.
You have given me the benefit of wisdom, without condescension. You have listened… you have spoken candidly… you have reminded when necessary and “forgotten” when prudent. I am appreciative, in your debt, impressed and grateful.
“And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you.”
If we are known and greatly defined by the company we keep, then surely we are here at Worldprofit, all of us the beneficiaries of this: that from a multitude of other companies and opportunities, Wallace Johnson selected us.
Now my 86th birthday gift to you, Wallace, is this:
May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face…
(ancient Irish prayer).
Wherever you go, whenever you go there, you take a particle from us with you, just as we carry a bit of you on our own unique journey through time and space.
Readers: for more information on Wallace Johnson and the Apollo Project, visit any search engine.

About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Howard Martell <a href=”http://HomeProfitCoach.com“>http://HomeProfitCoach.com</a>. Check out Mass Traffic Leak ->  http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com/?rd=zv3unWbc

Those magnificent men in their flying machines to fly no more…. as NASA’s shuttle program ends and an era with it.

What a great history lesson ??and encourage you to post comments about what you liked about this article.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author’s program note. To get into the right frame of mind for this article, search any search engine for the music and lyrics to “Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines” (released 1965, music by Ron Goodwin). Prepare to be aroused as one of the great stories of our lives soars…
For most of us the space age has a quite specific commencement — October 4, 1957. That was the launch date of the world’s first artificial satellite Sputnik I. I was there. Like every single American, my concerned, curious parents herded my brother and me into the backyard of our suburban Illinois home… as we saw our sense of security destroyed by a 184.3 pound device called a Sputnik. In my mind’s eye, I remember the event with complete clarity; I seem to remember, too, that it made a beeping sound… but that may not be so.
What was so was that all the verities of the heartland ended for a generation right then and there.
“Better Red than dead,” people said. Was that our new reality? We started to look for Russkies under the bed…
Eisenhower blinked.
Sputnik spooked us at the moment of our greatest power; we thought we were the only game in town… Sputnik was a jolting wake-up call which President Eisenhower, old and full of honors, missed. A restless Senator John F. Kennedy did not. It was Kennedy who read the thoroughly aroused and anxious public mood better… and in due course made him President of the United States, an office Ike, who established the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (October 1, 1958), felt Kennedy unqualified to hold. Maybe so… but Kennedy is rightly seen as the man who galvanized America’s fears and turned them into the fuel for conquering space — and giving us back our lost security.
We had to conquer space… and that meant having a space station and the means to get back and forth to them. From the moment Sputnik flew, 1440 orbits of Earth in only 3 months, the shuttle program was a given. And we put all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to work on it. The result was the launch of Explorer I (officially Satellite 1958), January 31, 1958. It was the U.S.’s first earth satellite. It was rushed to launch so fast that its tape data recorder was not modified in time to make it onto the satellite. Nonetheless, the nation breathed a sigh of relief… we were back in the game.
Project Mercury followed and the grand era of magnificent men in their flying machines….men whose names the nation knew and whose pictures could be found in every schoolroom of a grateful America… astronaut Alan Shepard (first American in space May 5, 1961)… astronaut John Glenn (first American to orbit the Earth, February 20, 1961)… and all the others… culminating in that never-to-be-forgotten day of American pride, July 20, 1969 when astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked the lunar landscape while Michael Collins orbited above.
These were truly the up, up and away days! We were late to the space game, but having started we approached the matter with characteristic energy, imagination and determination, a great people committed to a great goal.
The first shuttle launch, February 15, 1977.
The shuttle program was our way of saying that our connection with space was a permanent one, that we’d be going back and forth as part of our preparation for ever grander explorations. And so…
2/15/77, OV-101, Enterprise (yes, it was named after the television series), performed its first (taxi) test flight as part of the shuttle program. It never flew in space and was cannibalized for parts.
Then April 12, 1981, OV-102, Columbia, blasted into orbit, becoming the first successful space flight in the space shuttle program. (STS-1, Space Transportation System.) It returned on April 14, 1981, after orbiting Earth 36 times. Columbia carried just two crew members: Apollo veteran John W. Young and rookie pilot Robert L. Crippen.
August 30, 1984, OV-103, Discovery, was first flown on mission STS-41-D, launching two communications satellites and becoming the third operational NASA orbital shuttle following Columbia and Challenger.
But tragedy lay dead ahead.
We must never forget that at the core of the shuttle program was danger. Good men and women, dedicated, our nation’s finest, always understood that death was always a possibility. That no matter how often the system was tested; no matter how many experts signed off on the matter, catastrophe was always a real possibility. They all accepted that as part of the adventure, the great game, the cost of doing business.
January 28, 1986, STS-51-L Challenger, a nation shocked, a nation mourns.
This was supposed to be another day of American triumph; instead, with the disintegration of the Challenger over the Atlantic Ocean it became a signature day of national mourning.
These 7 crew members gave their lives:
Francis (Dick) Scobee, Michael J. Smith, Judith A. Resnik, Ronald E. McNair, Ellison S. Onizuka, Gregory Jarvis, and Christa McAuliffe; the plucky teacher who meant to teach the world’s school children about space and instead taught them all about the shortness of life and the costs of commitment. That day the nation was reminded of the terrible costs that may come when frontiers are challenged. That day, too, the nation was fortunate in its president; Ronald Reagan’s decency and empathy were notable. We were all grateful for that.
975 days later, September 29, 1988, STS-26 Discovery launched with five crew members into space, always beckoning, always challenging, with so very much more to discover, study and know.
On February 1, 2003, tragedy struck again and again it was brought home to the nation that the costs of “conquering” space included periodic tragedy as it did this day when STS-107 came to an abrupt and tragic conclusion. Seven crew members died…
Rick D. Husband, William C. McCool, Michael P. Anderson, Ilan Ramon, Kalpana Chawla, David M. Brown, Laurel Clark.
And again the shuttle flew. It was the American way.
Now, however, changing budget priorities have done what no great tragedies succeeded in doing. Thus the shuttle, after just a few more flights, will end, thirty years and 133 missions later. Is this the last word on the matter? For the shuttle, probably; but for space? As long as one child looks up and wonders what there is in the great beyond, determined to find out, this story will never end…
Readers: for a thorough bibliography on the history of the space shuttle, search for “Toward a History of the Space Shuttle: An Annotated Bibliography ” compiled by Roger D. Launius and Aaron G. Gillette.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Howard Martell http://HomeProfitCoach.com. Check out Commission Maniac -> http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com/?rd=rb14eOHk