Wolves at The Office!

Aug 24

There’s a battle raging down the hall,
Two wolves fight and one will fall.
This battle is for – your company soul,
The winning wolf will take control.
 Wolves pair
One wolf is evil, he’s filled with pride,
His fangs are poised – not on your side,
He’s jealous, greedy, manipulative too,
He’s arrogant and sneaky, while working for you.
He’s nasty, slippery, covert at times,
He’s constantly stepping over the lines,
One wolf is good, he has no need,
To injure a person, or make you bleed.
He’s kind, friendly, never acts mean,
He’s honest, respectful and cares for your team.
He’s truthful, helpful to all he will meet,
He’s confident, focused and quick on his feet.
These two combatants determine success,
One is for progress and one makes a mess.
So which of these wolves will you give control,
And allow to establish – your company soul?
Which one will win?
Is the question indeed,
And the answer depends,
On which one you feed!


Copyright © 2014 Steve Dahl

This is about bullies in the workplace, the people who REALLY run your business. Who do you let get away with this stuff? Who is really in control? Do the aggressors win? Do the extroverts call the shots? Do you hear from the small voices or does the squeaky wheel get all the oil?

Consider what behavior is rewarded in your organization. Do you model respect? Do you have a safe organization where creativity is free to express? Is failure encouraged? Is failure too risky? Does anyone dare to stick their neck out to find a better way or is that way too risky?

Do the big dogs squash spirits and squander creativity? Are the alpha males leading the pack? Is there a pack mentality that makes speaking up risky? Are you paying a lot of people to remain silent because you don’t dare confront the bully that’s really calling the shots? Leadership sets the culture. Who do you feed?

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Invisible Heroes – The Plight of the Homeless Vet

Jan 03

Change Starts With Awareness

How is it that we can let our heroic veterans live homeless? What will it take for us to finally notice the plight of these American heroes? I was shooting photos in downtown San Diego recently and was amazed at how many homeless vets are struggling on our streets amidst the wealth and beauty of this thriving community. What can we do? Not sure. So I wrote this piece and put it to video. Change starts with awareness. Please share this wherever you can.

From this clip:

“Not wounded by enemies, from battles afar,

but by those dropping nickels in my jar.

To you – I’m invisible,

I’ve vanished from view,

have you ever considered that I – could be you?” 


Here is the text of the video script in a printable PDF. Share this – PLEASE!

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Invisible Heroes 

I entered the service,
At the age of 19,
Thought I’d travel the world,
And live out my dream.

Homeless dispair no background

I made it through boot camp,
And two bloody wars,
Came home a hero,
Then pounded on doors.
Door after door,
Just to find a good job,
With no luck at all,
I felt like a slob.
No money for rent,
No food on the table,
I live on the streets,
Finding scraps where I’m able.
The pain that I feel,
In this dumpster’s cool shade,
Is much worse to me,
Than a single grenade.
Invisible to see,
No skin torn apart,

vet without legs no background

This pain has ripped open,
The soul of my heart.
I now beg on the street,
With cardboard display,
All my dignity gone,
As my teeth rot away.
Oh people are nice,
With a nickel or a dime,
I say, “God bless you sir,”
I say it each time.
Now I’m shackled by shame,
Are you listening to me?
I fought for this country,
So we all could be free.
Not wounded by enemies,
From battles afar,
But by those who don’t see me,
Dropping nickels in my jar.
To you – I’m invisible,
Soldier with flag knockoutI’ve vanished from view,
Have you ever considered,
That I – could be you?
I once was a hero,
And did what was right,
But now I’m an eye sore,
From morning ‘till night.
So that’s how I feel,
As I’m standing here still,
But this may surprise you,
I have no ill will.
I gave all for this country,
And I have no regrets,
So how do you feel?
When you see homeless vets?


Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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No Grudges Did he Hold – A Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Dec 09

 A young attorney fights for,
Beliefs he felt so strong,
His color caused him trouble,
For which he’d pay so long.
Apartheid was the problem,
A very ugly face,
It terrorizes colors,Nelson_Mandela-2008 Wikpedia
And separates the race.
This system of oppression,
Repressed all but a few,
This one refused submission,
There’s something that he knew.
He knew revenge was futile,
And violence would not pay,
For nearly three long decades,
They kept him locked away.
He chipped away at boulders,
While serving all those days,
His faith it never waivered,
To follow peaceful ways.
He left the prison boldly,
No grudges did he hold,
White prison guards beside him,
A sight we still behold.
He soon became the leader,
And freedom quickly spread,
He fathered new democracy,
Apartheid now is dead.
His legacy went global,
Respect went off the charts,
He brought together races,
He brought together hearts.
Mandela as a black man,
Had enemies that were white,
He showed us we can do this,
Our world can now unite.
Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl 
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Leave us Texters Alone!

Aug 17

Oh you over-controlling governmental type,
IMG_7111Paranoid of my driving or riding my bike,
I eat in my car – play the radio too,
Don’t tell me what else I can or can’t do.
I drink if I want – I talk on my phone,
I can text if I’m careful – just leave me alone,
If I text while I drive – I don’t care what you said,
Cause the chances are good – that I’ll simply be dead!


Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

I got the idea for that little ditty after watching Werner Herzog’s video on CNN about texting and driving. The above is actually a comment I left on the site after seeing a bunch of idiots defend texting and driving. If you really don’t think texting and driving is dangerous, watch this…

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It’s Murderous Behavior

Mar 17

It’s an illegal choke hold,
oil refinery
An electrical chair,
It’s a clamp on your jugular,
It’s a thief of fresh air.
It’s a deed just like killing,
It’s a bag on your head,
It’s a torture unspoken,
It’s a plot for more dead.
It’s a first-class destroyer,
It’s a third-degree choke,
It’s murderous behavior,
It’s your second-hand smoke.

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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