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If you are looking for a weather resistant, durable outdoor furniture, teak outdoor furniture might be just what you need. It’s natural wood look makes it a perfect accessory to any outdoor room and it’s relatively easy care/cleaning needs make it perfect for families who don’t have a lot of extra time to worry about cleaning their outdoor furniture.

Teak comes from South East Asia and is a hardwood tree. It is a dense wood that contains a high oil content which contributes to its durability. It is best known for its use as trim and decking on boats, but it makes an awesome material for outdoor furniture as it is able to withstand the elements.

Some people choose to treat their teak furniture with oil, wax or lacquer. Other people choose to let their teak furniture weather and turn to a silver grey, which is its natural state when it is not treated. Either way is a personal preference.

If you choose to treat your teak with oils, you can use teak oil. Treating your teak furniture does not make it last longer. It is more making the furniture appear like a brand new piece of teak furniture than anything else. Teak oil should be applied at least once a year in order to maintain the ‘new’ appearance. Many people recommend that you begin treating your furniture after a few years to prevent cracks from forming.

Before you apply oil, you need to clean the furniture with soap or water. Teak oil should never be applied over dirt or dust. Once the furniture is completely dry, you should apply a light coat of oil. Using a soft cloth is best, but a soft brush can be used as well. Wipe off all excess oil. Be sure to soak the rag or brush in water afterwards as it can pose a fire hazard otherwise.

Teak furniture that is allowed to weather naturally should be cleaned every year. Use soap and water and apply it with a soft rag. Be sure to rinse the furniture completely after washing it. You can also clean it with a pressure washer, provided that you don’t use it at full pressure since that can cause damage to the furniture. In addition, teak furniture that has already been treated requires washing as needed.

It is hard to beat the durability and easy maintenance of teakwood furniture. A few hours each year is all that is required for its upkeep, which is definitely a plus since we want to spend our time outside relaxing on our furniture, not cleaning it. This feature alone makes teak furniture perfect for anyone who loves to relax in the outdoors.

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In the hectic routine of life, one must seek nature to bless the serenity of soul. Though life’s purpose is to attain happiness, joys, love and beauty, where GOD created death to let us strive for eternity instead of lying idle; one rarely acknowledges their worth rather one goes beyond searching food for their bellies and seeking statues of soft meat to satisfy their lust.

While coming from my office; such thoughts were haunting me. In such a tone of my mind and heart, I went to a bird shop to buy the nature’s beauty. I entered and saw the beauty which ornamented skies was caged in iron bars. It seemed as they had committed the most heinous crimes for which their freedom was captivated or perhaps it were the human crimes for which nature presented itself to undergo imprisonment in lieu of humanity.

I shunned off such depressing thoughts and stood in front of a beautiful cage in which lark was murmuring and posing with pride. He was only murmuring for he knew that everybody is aware of its magnetic lure and his pride reflected his appreciation of his own beauty. I smiled and touched the bars with love but he turned his beak away smiling devilishly. It assured to me that surely the birds and humans have been created by the same one GOD.I smiled at his gesture for it was human like.

I asked the shopkeeper how costly was he? He said; “Sir! The price tag is onto the cage.” The lark chattered loudly; perhaps he was laughing at my stupidity. I laughed at it too. But meanwhile I heard a bleak voice amplified in one note and suppressed in other. I t was a strange bird; looking from an old, dusty and wooden cage with a stealing eye. I gazed at him and in fear perhaps, his short interrupting and dull song got struck in his throat.

I ignored it and I paid five hundred dollars for the lark and took the beautiful cage. At this sight that strange bird bore a tear in his eyes. I seized, my heart throbbed and wept with a strange feeling. I approached the bird and asked the shopkeeper his name. The shopkeeper smilingly said; ”sir! It is a strange bird someone from North had sold it to me five months ago for a loaf of bread. But I call him as weeping bird, for whenever a buyer goes out with lark, pigeon, eagle or dove. He bears a tear in his eyes.”

My heart moved and I without thinking anything handed over twenty dollars to him and took him with me too. The weeping bird kept gazing me throughout the journey till we reached my room.
I place them down, lit a cigarette, prepared a cup of coffee and sat beside them. The lark residing in the beautiful cage and the weeping bird caged in wooden.

I took the weeping bird and put him into the beautiful cage with the lark. Lark chattered loudly with flattering of his wings; perhaps he was welcoming the new guest. But it was not like that, for he flew to other corner. The weeping bird felt uncomfortable but sooner got adapted to it. But surely I never saw the weeping bird weeping again.

After few days, I observed that when ever I gave them food, Lark would come and then that weeping bird would approach the little left over food. I could not see this injustice of Nature. So I took them and set them free in open air. Lark and weeping bird flew away happily. I took a sigh of relief amplified with strange happiness.

Next day, I woke up early in the morning and saw the weeping bird standing in my window and lo! He was singing songs more magnetic and charming than that of Lark. While Lark stayed in the gardens amusing a thousand admirers. But for the weeping bird, it was only me. His charming songs gave me a note of love. After that he flew over my shoulder and touched her beak with my body and then flew away. That day I named him the “loving lure”.

Then after, he kept visiting me every morrow. For sure his love had bought my love, while I had forgotten the lark the day; I set him free.

NAVEED AHMED CHANDIO, A person with bundles of knots to untie. The thinking fuel for him has been love, beauty and the inner rebelion. Most of the times, he would prefere to let the things be interwoven for the beauty of life remains in having some reason to fulfil. He is a fairly good student of Nature and feels proud of it. The unthoughtfulness, cruelity, trachery and hatred are few things that he never liked or perhaps he never got aware of. Naveed chandio lives in karachi, Pakistan.

The probe of human mind has marked every inch of success but the art of drawing parallels for what beauty is, has remained a great mystery. For some philosophers, beauty is the degree of attraction and admiration, provoked in an observer. But it is argued that the same beauty does not affect everyone the same way. It varies dramatically. A few think thanks have defined it as a degree of perfection, but perfection in one field may not be of any interest to an observer. So beauty is very difficult to explain fully, but it may be said that it is a game of comparison. Suppose there is only one woman in the world, now question is whether she is beautiful or not. The answer unambiguously is that you can’t say anything because you don’t have another woman to compare with.

But sailing beyond the ocean of imagination, one realizes that there is a factor that determines the degree of beauty, i.e. a personal dictionary, which translates the mortals and assigns degree of beauty. The holy words of human history will peep out from the gale of truth and will strongly proclaim that Juliet was a goddess for a Romeo a god for her and rest, the particles of dust. Heer for ranjha was enough, and he for her, to lead whole their life together with few straws of love. But remember, if all the lovers of the world of the world are invited to a party to ask who amongst all is the most beautiful, they certainly shall stamp the claim of beauty on the hearts and souls of their own beloved which indeed is not their narrow-mindedness but a natural fact that ‘beauty lies in the eyes of beholder’.

One day a great historian whispered in my ears a story…
’once upon a time there was king so fond of beauty that he called his most loyal and faithful negro slave and ordered him to go from east to west and from north to south and fetch him such a paragon of beauty that neither moon would have risen with such splendors nor the oysters of ocean would have given birth to such magnificent pearls; neither ladies of paradise would have looked so charming not the preachers of beauty would have been able to give such bewitching example, neither any artist would have created such mind blowing portrait nor a poet from the depth of his imagination would have been able to compose such riveting verse; neither any dove would have its pinion soar such marvelously not the Aphrodite would have marked such excellence. And if I say for her that she is the most beautiful spirit God ever created, then the claimants of beauty should have said:’ we are like lumps of coal in a mine and she a diamond among us.’ So, go my man whose head crown of my faith rests, on whose shoulders stars of firm belief shine and on whose chest medals of sure obedience are stamped. Go and present me the beauty that should be praised and witnessed by the twinkling stars.’

The negro servant bowed down and went away calmly to the peaks from where the sun pierced its shining fingers into the dark curtains of night, from where Shakespeare and Shelley enjoyed drinks of inspiration, from where the portrait of Mona Liza was found and from where moon extracts its gleaming light; and thus he went through plains to mountains, through valleys to deserts, through unfathomable cares to celestial cities and through each and every inch of this world where life seemed breathing.

After indefatigable efforts, he went to the king, presented him what seemed the goddess of beauty to him, his Negro daughter. At this, the king asked,
‘did you not find any soul more beautiful than this?’

He kept silent for a while, then raised his head and said:
‘Your Excellency, my blood shall be showered in your feet if I speak but the truth. You asked me to bring Aphrodite but I brought my Negro daughter; the reason was my loyalty. Your Excellency, for you her black complexion may seem coal in the dark but for me it is as beautiful as back rose or a diamond. To you her dry hair may look like that of a witch of some old myth dancing in woods but for me her hair is no less than the curtains of paradise. To you her wrinkled hands may seem as a deserted sight of this land but to me they seem as gods, to cope up the world’s fate in it has sketched these lines on it. To you her eyes may seem as those of angels when embodying eyes have mistaken but to me success. To you her wide nose may seem as dark, unfathomable caves of stone ages but to me it is no less than Noah’s Ark. Therefore, Your Excellency, my obedience and loyalty to you compelled me to bring my daughter to you.’

Then the historian smiled and said, ‘Yes! Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.’

In quest of defining and explaining the beauty, two schools of thought have emerged so far. One proclaims importance of inner beauty and the other preaches the pleasure presented by worldly beauties. But in fact all beautiful things are not necessarily good, charming and attractive but all good and true things are always beautiful. Therefore, it is well said by Keats:

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,
That’s all ye know on earth
And all ye need to know.’

The school of thought preaching inner beauty bore these words on the preface of its textbook:

‘History is evident that the world has given birth to many worldly beauties which only could help to quench the thirst of people and awake beast in them. Many beauties passed by without any notice but the beauty of soul and conscience has claimed triumph over hearts of millions and marked its eternal existence. The people blessed with purity of soul, truthfulness of their conscience, goodness of their deeds and firmness of their faith have succeeded to scratch their name on the forehead of this earth and lead their nation to the peals of glory. And thus they are still breathing in the hearts of many mortals. Nobody asks whether Aristotle was handsome or not, whether Alexander was strong tall in stature or not and whether Anarkali when buried alive inside the walls posed like a queen or not. People do not ask such questions, but everybody does ask that how they climbed to success inch by inch. The open secret of their success, in fact, is their character, behavior, determination, zeal and enthusiasm which contributed towards their success and inner beauty.’

On the contrary, the school of thought preaching worldly beauty is thanking his God in these words:

‘Thanks my God, for you have blessed us such beauties, whose single glance shuns off our day-long tiredness, whose heart may prove as a place of eternal peace to our souls, whose sight reminds us of your Excellence. Thanks my God, you have bestowed upon us such beauty, the wish to achieve, which proves a source of fuel for our body, mind and soul. This beauty has decorated this terrifying and worthless world; and it cheers us up when we are cooped in the cells of gloom, worries and misfortunes. Oh God! Really the beauty that you have blessed us with is a source of living in this frightful world.’

In fact, since the creation of this universe, beauty has been neglected and stigmas of frailty have been marked on its forehead. Beauty seems to be an emblem of nothing but thirst rubbing machine. Those who dwell in this world have been really mistaken in understanding the true beauty. When the beauty reigns its lost crown these mortals will see with their eyes open and sense smelling the truth that worldly beauty was just a mirage. Praise be to the Lord, who gifted us these praiseworthy inner beauties which indeed enabled mankind to kindle flames of love even in the dark. And, therefore, we must stop lauding the beauty only. We should also extol its creator, the Almighty GOD.

NAVEED AHMED CHANDIO, A person with bundles of knots to untie. The thinking fuel for him has been love, beauty and the inner rebelion. Most of the times, he would prefere to let the things be interwoven for the beauty of life remains in having some reason to fulfil. He is a fairly good student of Nature and feels proud of it. The unthoughtfulness, cruelity, trachery and hatred are few things that he never liked or perhaps he never got aware of. Naveed chandio lives in karachi, Pakistan.

Goals are great. They provide direction, focus, clarity.

A team that intends to win a state championship is going to approach the game different from a team that is just playing for the sake of playing.

An athlete who intends to qualify for the Olympics is going to train different from an athlete who just intends to earn a college scholarship.

And an athlete who intends to earn a college scholarship is going to practice with a higher intensity than a player who only plays for fun.

The state championship. The Olympics. The college scholarship. All are examples of goals. Result-oriented goals.

But how does a champion react when he doesn’t achieve his goal? When the results of his actions do not measure up to his expectations?

He responds with dignity. Because he knows his approach is what counts. His approach is what he can control; not the outcome. Not the results.

For instance, a swimmer who intends to qualify for the Olympics can’t control the outcome of his race. Although he may swim the best heat of his life, his best may not be better than the other swimmers in the competition. So he doesn’t qualify.

Does that mean he is not a champion?

It does if he quits. Surrenders. Gives up because the results didn’t turn out the way he wanted.

But if he continues on. If he perseveres. If he holds his head high knowing he performed to the best of his ability. Then he is a champion. Because he became someone worth being in the pursuit of his goals.

He learned how to work hard. How to train tough. How to overcome obstacles. How to use his mind to propel him to personal success.

So results don’t determine champions. Because results are the one thing athletes cannot control. Thus, the way athletes respond to those uncontrollable results determine champions.

How does your athlete respond to results? Remember that his results affect his thoughts. Which affects his language. Which affects his actions. Which then affect new results. And the cycle continues.

So if he is never able to change his thoughts to think like a champion, he will never talk like a champion. Or act like a champion. Or reap the rewards of being a champion.

Success begins in the mind. With a dream. And champions are people who take faithful, consistent, disciplined actions in pursuit of their dreams.

Bonnie Jean Schaefer is a writer and sports performance coach. She teaches young athletes how to think, perform and act like champions. Visit http://www.childrenintochampions.com for more information.

Champions don’t think in the midst of competition. They trust themselves to already know what to do and how to do it.

Failure to trust leads to failure on the field.

When the game is on the line and the ball is in the hands of a champion, she is not thinking about how to set her feet or what her form needs to look like. She’s not thinking at all. She is merely trusting her instincts.

Instincts she developed during practice.

Practice is the time to think. To train. To drill. To repeat the same skill, the same situation, the same fundamental over and over until it becomes natural.

Competition is the time to react. To trust. To execute. To perform with ease the skills, situations and fundamentals repeated during practice.

Competition therefore requires a different mindset than practice. To do her best, the athlete must transition from a learning mindset to a performing mindset.

It’s just like taking a test in school. The classes and homework and studying leading up to the test are designed to train the student’s mind, to teach her what she needs to know to perform well on the test.

By test time, she knows all she is going to know. But if she doesn’t trust her knowledge and tries to cram more in at the last second, she’s still stuck in the learning mindset. So she overanalyzes every question. Second guesses every answer. And performs poorly because she did not allow her instincts to take over.

By game time, the athlete is as ready to play as she will be.

So don’t try to cram a last minute skills lesson in before the game begins. Let her execute the skills she has gained in practice without trying to teach her a new approach in the middle of competition.

Because you want her to concentrate on performing, not learning.

Take notes during the game on what she did well and what she needs to improve on. Then teach when the game is over. That’s when she is ready to learn again.

Until then, let your champion trust her instincts.

Bonnie Jean Schaefer is a writer and sports performance coach. She teaches young athletes how to think, perform and act like champions. Visit http://www.childrenintochampions.com for more information.

Oh, this is rich:

“Philadelphia’s Geno’s Steaks Adopts English-Only Ordering Policy Thursday, June 08, 2006 –

PHILADELPHIA — Bistec con queso? Not at Geno’s Steaks. An English-only ordering policy has thrust one of Philadelphia’s best-known cheesesteak joints into the national immigration debate.”

Does this mean when a visitor, let’s say a tourist, comes into this man’s deli, the tourist will be denied service based on his failure to become fluent enough in English to spend a week’s vacation in Philadelphia?

Let me clue you in on something. When American tourists come to Mexico for any length of time, they expect every single Mexican they meet to speak absolutely fluent English.

More cases of The Ugly American Syndrome surface over this issue than any other stimulus, I am convinced.

So, this old coot in Philadelphia is explicitly barring all nonEnglish-speaking immigrants and implicitly barring all tourists who just want a bite to eat based on his judgment on what someone should or should not do.

The hypocrisy is his fellow American conservatives, who no doubt support this sort of racism, have no qualms when they come to Mexico about not bothering to learn a word of Spanish, either as a tourist, and get this, or as an expatriate.

He might as well put out a sign on the door that says “I hate all non-English speakers.” because this is what he is implying.

“Don’t speak a word of English and in Philly for a week’s conference with your job? Well, don’t count on eating at Geno’s. Tough luck there, fella!”

The very thing this “gentleman” is demanding of simple non-English speaking tourists, much less expats, he probably would not demand of himself if he came to a non-English speaking country such as Mexico!

Out of about one million Americans living in Mexico, few can string two words together in Spanish. Furthermore, many boast of their linguistic inability, telling me that anyone who works for them, in Mexico, has to speak English. They not only do not speak Spanish but also do not care to. If they go into a restaurant in their little American Gringo Bubble/Enclave/Colony, then the staff had better speak English or else.

There is a little town not too far from where my wife and I live called San Miguel de Allende. At times, the town’s residents invade our city for a change of pace. We caught this woman standing at the entrance of a classy Mexican restaurant screaming,

“I know you people speak English and are pretending you don’t!”

Do you see what I mean? Do you see why I write about this so often in my columns? This hypocrisy galls me to no end, especially given the current American debate about Mexican immigration. Americans will not demand of themselves in other countries what they demand of immigrants who come to America. Now, it appears, they are demanding it of nonEnglish-speaking tourists too.

When you read between the lines, what is this saying about Americans?

So, let’s boycott “Geno’s” in Philly, shall we?

Doug Bower is a freelance writer and book author. His most recent writing credits include The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, The Houston Chronicle, The Philadelphia Inquirer, Associated Content, Transitions Abroad, International Living, Escape Artist, and The Front Porch Syndicate.

He is founder of Mexican Living Print & eBooks.

Champions never apologize. At least not for their athletic performance.

Apologies are necessary in certain situations. Like when a fault or offense is committed. The person who committed the fault ought to acknowledge the wrong action by expressing regret or asking forgiveness.

But should an error on the playing field be considered a fault or offense? No. It is an amoral action and therefore needs no apology. (As long as the error is not a result of laziness or a lousy attitude.)

When it comes to executing a particular athletic skill, a champion never apologizes for making an error. He never utters the word “sorry” for overthrowing a ball, tripping on the track or missing a shot.

Likewise, he never apologizes for performing well. “Sorry” is not a part of his language when he hits a line drive, serves the winning point or crosses the finish line first.

Because apologetic language in competitive situations is a symptom of a weak mindset.

If an athlete is apologizing for performance-based mistakes, his mind still thinks that mistakes are a bad thing. So instead of focusing his thoughts on the actions he performed that caused him to overthrow that ball (and what he needs to do to correct it next time), he’s focusing on the excuse.

He’s excusing his error as a morally wrong action that needs to be forgiven by his teammates and coaches. He’s confusing good manners with good athleticism.

And if he’s apologizing for doing well and winning, he lacks the confidence necessary to be a champion. By apologizing, he’s not allowing his mind to register the fact he just executed a skill well. And that he should be proud of his success. Because he earned it.

He’s worried others may not like him because he was successful. Instead of building confidence by building on his successes, he tears himself down with that potent word used out of context: sorry.

Train your ears to listen to the language your athletes are using. For their language betrays their thoughts.

When they apologize in the context of competition, don’t soothe them by accepting their apology. On the contrary, you should ask them why they are apologizing. Demand an answer that goes beyond the shrugging of the shoulders.

Make them think about what they are saying. In so doing, you make them think about what they are thinking.

Bonnie Jean Schaefer is a writer and sports performance coach. She teaches young athletes how to think, perform and act like champions. Visit http://www.childrenintochampions.com for more information.

“When love steals life, you don’t have any option” said an old man, sitting at the corner of a street. I converged my attention to these words which an old man was mumbling. The old man seemed swayed by some strange force. Of disposition he seemed an old forbidden trace of some family, his long scattered hairs depicting dearth of caring hands around him and his coverings were revealing extinction of human beings around him.

I approached him while I begged excuse from my friends busy in cracking jokes and lifting laughter. I went to the old person and asked;
“Old man! What on earth reversed human evolution? Though I intend not to be disrespectful but I reveal truth and that is my art and profession.”

Old man was unmoved by my words and continued mumbling to himself. I inquired again and then again, but he was lost perhaps.
Thereafter I placed my hand on his shoulder. At this he raised his fallen head and peeped into my eyes deeply and then he laid his head down again.

I was surprised with this strange behavior but still out of curiosity I asked;
“Oh old man speak! For the strength in you can not sustain silence.”

At this old man replied;
“Do you have ears to listen or heart to accept and believe?”
It was quite an unusual question but I nodded in positive.

Then he said;
“The days when colors bore their meaning and when songs rhymed with my soul; I was in love. But her heart was, perhaps, of stone and her body of wax. My feelings could not move her heart but my passions and desires could melt her body. She was mysterious and perhaps her mysteriousness captivated me for long. She would neither halt her quest to wait for me to wait for me nor would she speak until I gift a question. But the day came when she had to leave for her destiny; as she thought, was standing in front of her. So she left and after few months, she returned back.”

The old man stopped and looked into me again. My curiosity was vivid for he was drenched with passion and an unknown fear. At this moment my friends had come to join us but he served them no word. He started drawing his finger into the dusty ground as if he intended to draw some sketch and he wrote; tired. One of friends asked;
“Sir! Shall you bless us your memories for we have attained little?”

The old man smiled and continued;
“That girl now would be an old woman but she, for me is still the same young girl. I never let nature deteriorate her. I have preserved her for eternity if we believe the human soul is eternal. When she returned back after loosing the one she wanted to adhere. I went to her and said; I have not expelled you from my corridor while your heart erased the last traces of my being. The illusions are haunting me; for my sight reveals you in all four corners of my vision, where ever I headed I found you as my ultimate destiny. My senses entertained not save your gestures and words; echoing in my hollow being with ever increasing intensity. Whereas cruel you are my dear1 or perhaps you are ignorant. For you do not hear my callings and do not see me waving hands just in front of you. You just keep going your way. It seems as my vision breathes you and I for you never existed, even physically.

But she as ever smiled and said nothing. She went away again and this time she never returned back. While she left me; mumbling her last spoken words.”

I was a bit surprised that how a person with such intense feelings could still remain pregnant of it, and how someone could ignore such a pure love! I was totally interwoven in the thoughts of love and world.

Meanwhile, one of my friends said;
“But sir! You said she spoke nothing as ever.”

The old man replied;
“my child you did not understand. She spoke; she spoke silence. Whenever I am lonely, her words creep into my senses and I am refreshed with her memories or perhaps illusions.”

It was but beyond my understanding. So I said;
“you talk insane, for human can’t love so profusely. To see your love and hear her words even when she meanly abandoned you several years before. Human being believes in the things that he can touch and sense; he does not abide by the hunting illusions. So old man, you have perhaps misled your journey and you don’t have a way back, unfortunately.”

The old man instead of getting angry, stood up and with a cold face replied;
“Don’t say a word about her. For to love her was my choice and to leave me, was hers. And be sure to it is more humane to let the people have the liberty of their choice. You said; insanity is my name, but, as a man loves to be happy which is not dependant on wealth, friends or property but of his self-chosen priorities. But child! You do have an ear to listen but you lack a heart which can feel and sense purity. So go away and search for the wisdom of your existence yourself. Surely, we do have different codes to decode. GOD blesses you all!”

After these words, old man walked down the street into the dark, leaning a bit forward due to his old age and mumbling to himself due to his retained age.

We kept watching him with strangeness as he walked; while he would take the first step then would drag the other to meet the first one. He had some medical problem or perhaps he never could see two of the passengers advancing to same destiny and still never meeting each other in a quest to attain it earlier. So were his heart and mind merged together, for his soul was drenched with satisfaction and peace.

While he almost disappeared, I out of strange feeling shouted,
]”Oh father! Where do you go?”

And after few breathes moment, a voice faintly seeped into my ears and said; “To my utopia; my Nirvana”

NAVEED AHMED CHANDIO, A person with bundles of knots to untie. The thinking fuel for him has been love, beauty and the inner rebelion. Most of the times, he would prefere to let the things be interwoven for the beauty of life remains in having some reason to fulfil. He is a fairly good student of Nature and feels proud of it. The unthoughtfulness, cruelity, trachery and hatred are few things that he never liked or perhaps he never got aware of. Naveed chandio lives in karachi, Pakistan.

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Nobody likes to make mistakes.

Who wants to be the kid who struck out to end the game? Or the boy who dropped the ball in the end zone? Or the girl who missed the game-winning shot?

Nobody. Especially impressionable young athletes.

So they play tentative. They play not to make mistakes. And end up making even more mistakes. Because they aren’t playing with the mind of a champion.

Champions understand the need to make mistakes. They understand that doing something wrong is the best way to learn how to do it right. By adjusting their approach the next time. Since they already know what doesn’t work, they keep experimenting until they find a way that does work.

Let your athletes make mistakes. Encourage them to make mistakes. Doing so will rid them of the stigma that mistakes are bad. And free them to think like champions.

Once your athletes realize that mistakes serve a positive purpose, you must make sure they accept responsibility for them.

Avoiding responsibility for mistakes is a natural human inclination. And athletes seem to have a special knack for transferring responsibility to everyone but themselves:

“The umpire made a bad call.”

“The sun was in my eyes.”

“I hurt my ankle.”

“The other team cheated.”

“I wasn’t ready.”

And the list goes on and on.

The problem is this: these excuses weaken the very character of the athlete.

When mistakes are denied, the athlete learns nothing. So she makes the same mistakes again. And again. And again.

But the whole purpose of making mistakes is to learn.

Champions understand this. That’s why they accept their mistakes. Figure out what they did wrong. Then correct it.

And become better and better while ordinary athletes grow weaker and weaker.

Have you ever tried to make excuses for your athletes? The next time you’re tempted to do so, remember that champions accept responsibility for their mistakes, learn and move on.

Help your champion accept responsibility. Then show her how to improve and continue on the path to greatness.

Bonnie Jean Schaefer is a writer and sports performance coach. She teaches young athletes how to think, perform and act like champions. Visit http://www.childrenintochampions.com for more information.