An excuse is never a good idea, unless there's a gift in mind. The gift doesn't have to be tied in a bow. The excuse doesn't have to be a set-back.
Anniversaries, special events, an idle Wednesday or most recently, Valentine's Day can be an excuse worthy of a gift you'd like to give a loved one. Recently, Mom opened an email. It was a 90 second video acknowledging the extraordinary person she is, and the gift she was a part of with health care professionals.
This past Saturday, she sent an email to her inner circle.
My son Vince has always liked to make his own Valentine gifts for his mom.When he was age 7 or 8 he took an empty metal juice can.
He turned it upside down. Vincent envisioned a work of art that his mom could treasure.
On his own, he found hands full of flat-head 3 inch long nails in a jar on his Dad's workbench.
The family-sized juice can was about as tall as our, then, glass milk bottles or my vase which sometimes held flowers from my garden. But this was February 14th, in Edmonton. My flower garden was covered with snow. Obviously, Vince wanted to give me a bouquet of flowers.
Vince polished up the metal can, a little. Then he created a one-of-a-kind vase of flowers. Each "flower" was represented by a nail that he carefully hammered into the flat end of the juice can. He arranged the nails so precisely. He was proud as peacock when he presented this masterpiece to his Mom. I never ever had a more charming floral arrangement!!!!!!
I still have it at home in Canada. It certainly is true; it's the thought that counts.This year, Vince edited some meaningful words from a DVD of a speaking engagement.
He was addressing a room full of pharmacists.
This home-made Valentine showed up as one of my emails.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did/do.
Happy Valentine's Day. (Sent from Patricia Poscente's iPad)
It helps to have an excuse to remind someone special in your life how special they are. Maybe this 70 second eBrief is excuse enough for you to send a gift of your time... or a tin can with nails in it. The thoughts you share do indeed count as a treasured gift.


It is ironic. This picture is taken over looking a beach in the Bahamas the day before delivering a motivational keynote speech. Where do I want to be? Reading a book with my toes luxuriating in the sand. But, this eBrief needs to get done (for you) before I workout (for a healthy future) which is a hurdle to get past before those toes wiggle in paradise (the prize). But there's that voice again...
Chester’s idiosyncrasy? Mysaphobia (aka germophobia). Indeed, germs are no one’s friend. Yet, Chester made it an unavoidable anxiety, as if he were swinging a gladiator’s spiked ball at the end of a chain. The group couldn’t go anywhere without feeling they were stepping on his Purelled toes. A bag of chips had to be poured into individual plates because of what he described as, “feces covered hands.” Breaking bread as a group was a version of Cirque de Soleil. His SUV was guarded like the inside of a Hazmat suit.
"Fun actually. Every Wednesday is a 'Free' day. I do something outside of work. I had a one-on-one coaching session with a former National Hockey League player. I learned a lot cool stuff."










