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13. 
Model a Child
A while ago, I took my four – years – old son Colby to an Italian restaurant for lunch. It was a beautiful autumn 
day and, as usual, my young son was full of energy and joy. We both ordered pasta for our main course and 
then started to enjoy the freshly baked bread our waiter had brought. Little did I know that Colby was about to 
teach his father yet another lesson in the art of living. 
Rather than eating the bread while as most adults do, Colby took a different, far more creative approach. 
He began to scoop out the warm, soft part of the bread and left the crust intact. In other words, he had the 
wisdom to focus on the best part of the bread and leave the rest. Someone once said to me at a seminar, 
“Children come to us more highly evolved than adults to teach us the lessons we need to learn.” And on that 
fine day, my little boy reminded me that as so – called grown – ups, we spend too much time focusing on the 
“crust of life” rather than on all the good things that flow in and out of our days. We focus on our challenges at 
work, the pile of bills we have to pay and the lack of time to do all those things we need to do. But our thoughts 
do form our world and what we think about does grow in our lives. What we focus on will determine our 
destiny and so we must start focusing on the good stuff. 
In the weeks ahead, make the time to connect to your more playful side, the child within you. Take the 
time to study the positive qualities of children and model their ability to stay energized, imaginative and 
completely in the moment no matter what might be going on around them. And as you do, remember the 
powerful words of Leo Rosten, who observed: 
You can understand and relate the most people better 
if you look at them – no matter how impressive 
they may be – as if they are children. For most of us 
never really grow up or mature all that much – we
simply grow taller. Oh, to be sure, we laugh less and 
play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like 
adults, but beneath the costume is the child we 
always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life 
is still best described by fairy tales. 

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