Step 0: Minimum Steps in Workflow: Step 1 - Self Registration, Step 2 - Enable
Step 1: Create SOAP Request envelope i.e. soap.xml
<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<soapenv:Envelope xmlns:oblix="http://www.oblix.com" xmlns:soapenv="http://schemas-xmlsoap.org/soap/envelope/">
<soapenv:Body>
<oblix:authentication>
<oblix:login>[useradmin]</oblix:login> <!-- Delegated Admin-->
<oblix:password>[useradmin_password]</oblix:password>
</oblix:authentication>
<oblix:request application="userservcenter" function="workflowSelfRegistrationSave" version="NPWSDL1.0">
<oblix:params>
<oblix:ObWorkflowName>obworkflowid=[workflowid],obcontainerId=workflowDefinitions,o=Oblix,dc=mycorp,dc=com</oblix:ObWorkflowName>
<oblix:ObDomainName>ou=People,dc=mycorp,dc=com</oblix:ObDomainName>
<oblix:noOfFields>7</oblix:noOfFields>
<oblix:AttributeParams>
<oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>uid</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>sunmoon3112@mycorp.com</oblix:AttrNewValue>
</oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>cn</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>SunMoon</oblix:AttrNewValue>
</oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>sn</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>B</oblix:AttrNewValue>
</oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>givenName</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>SunMoon</oblix:AttrNewValue>
</oblix:GenericAttribute>
<oblix:PasswordAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>userPassword</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>password</oblix:AttrNewValue>
<oblix:AttrConfirmValue>password</oblix:AttrConfirmValue>
</oblix:PasswordAttribute>
<oblix:ChallengeAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>ChallengeQuestion</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:ChallengeValue>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>What is your favorite color?</oblix:AttrNewValue>
</oblix:ChallengeValue>
</oblix:ChallengeAttribute>
<oblix:ResponseAttribute>
<oblix:AttrName>ChallengeAnswer</oblix:AttrName>
<oblix:AttrOperation>ADD</oblix:AttrOperation>
<oblix:ResponseValue>
<oblix:AttrNewValue>babypink</oblix:AttrNewValue>
<oblix:AttrConfirmValue>babypink</oblix:AttrConfirmValue>
</oblix:ResponseValue>
</oblix:ResponseAttribute>
</oblix:AttributeParams>
</oblix:params>
</oblix:request>
</soapenv:Body>
</soapenv:Envelope>
Step 2: Provide details of webpass host,port and input soap file
String hostname = "[webpass host]";
String filename = "soap.xml"; //Input SOAP Request
int port = [port];
String oburl = "/identity/oblix/apps/userservcenter/bin/userservcenter.cgi?/from_prog=workflowSelfRegistration";
Step 3: Get the request from soap.xml input file
Step 4: Access Oracle Access Manager identity services
//Create the connection
URL url = new URL(hostname+port+oburl);
URLConnection conn = url.openConnection();
conn.setRequestProperty("Content-Type", "text/xml");
conn.setDoOutput(true);
conn.setDoInput(true);
conn.setUseCaches(false);
// Post the Request
DataOutputStream wr = new DataOutputStream(conn.getOutputStream());
String bits = getRequestFromFile().toString();
System.out.println("***************Request Start****************");
System.out.println(getRequestFromFile().toString()); //print input SOAP request
System.out.println("***************Request End****************");
wr.writeBytes(bits);
wr.flush();
// Get the Response
BufferedReader rd = new BufferedReader(new InputStreamReader(conn.getInputStream()));
String line;
System.out.println("***************Response Start****************");
while ((line = rd.readLine()) != null) {
System.out.println(line); //print output SOAP response
}
System.out.println("***************Response End****************");
wr.close();
rd.close();
Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
“The little things in life"
After the September 11th attack on the Twin Towers, one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by that to share their available office space.
At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive... and all the stories were just:
the 'L I T T L E' things.
As you might know, the head of the company survived that day because his son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.
One of them missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
One's car wouldn't start.
One went back to answer the telephone.
One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.
One couldn't get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.
Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.
Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;
God is at work watching over you! May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.
At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive... and all the stories were just:
the 'L I T T L E' things.
As you might know, the head of the company survived that day because his son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.
One of them missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
One's car wouldn't start.
One went back to answer the telephone.
One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.
One couldn't get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.
Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.
Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;
God is at work watching over you! May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.
“Managing Anger"
Marshall Goldsmith tells us a good story in his book about a young farmer who was going upstream in his boat through a river to deliver his produce to the village. The young farmer was in a hurry. It was a hot day and he wanted to make his delivery and get home before dark. As he looked ahead, he spotted another boat, heading rapidly downstream towards his boat. This boat seemed to be making every effort to hit him. He rowed furiously to get out of the way, but it didn't seem to help.
He yelled at the other boat, " Change direction, you idiot! You are going to hit me. The river is wide. Be careful!" His screaming was to no avail. The other boat hit his boat and he was enraged as he stood up and cried out to the other boat, " You moron! How could you manage to hit my boat in the middle of this wide river? What is wrong with you? "
As he looked at the other boat, he realized that there was no one in the other boat. He was screaming at an empty boat which was going downstream with the current!
The lesson is simple- There is never anyone in the other boat. When we are angry, we are screaming at an empty boat! All of us have people in our lives who drive us crazy, whom we hate with a passion. The best course of action for dealing with people like this is not let them make us angry. Getting angry doesn't improve the situation and life's too short to waste on feeling bad. It can only help us to lose our reputation as a person who always gets angry.
So next time when you start to speak out of anger, better you look in the mirror. In every case you find that the root of your rage is not "out there" but "in here", you are no more a human bomb who carries anger- the deadly weapon which is the biggest obstacle to our personal and professional success .
Keep smiling and welcome to the " Anger free world " !
He yelled at the other boat, " Change direction, you idiot! You are going to hit me. The river is wide. Be careful!" His screaming was to no avail. The other boat hit his boat and he was enraged as he stood up and cried out to the other boat, " You moron! How could you manage to hit my boat in the middle of this wide river? What is wrong with you? "
As he looked at the other boat, he realized that there was no one in the other boat. He was screaming at an empty boat which was going downstream with the current!
The lesson is simple- There is never anyone in the other boat. When we are angry, we are screaming at an empty boat! All of us have people in our lives who drive us crazy, whom we hate with a passion. The best course of action for dealing with people like this is not let them make us angry. Getting angry doesn't improve the situation and life's too short to waste on feeling bad. It can only help us to lose our reputation as a person who always gets angry.
So next time when you start to speak out of anger, better you look in the mirror. In every case you find that the root of your rage is not "out there" but "in here", you are no more a human bomb who carries anger- the deadly weapon which is the biggest obstacle to our personal and professional success .
Keep smiling and welcome to the " Anger free world " !
“Learning From Mistakes"
This is a story about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs.
He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person.
What set him so far apart from others ?
He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old.
He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor — a veritable sea of milk !
When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, "Robert, I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up ?" Indeed, he did.
After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that ? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer ?" He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.
His mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let's go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it." The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it.
What a wonderful lesson !
This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn't need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about.
Even if the experiment "doesn't work," we usually learn something valuable from it. Make mistakes, you learn from them . . . .
but never repeat mistakes . . . .
He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person.
What set him so far apart from others ?
He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old.
He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor — a veritable sea of milk !
When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, "Robert, I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up ?" Indeed, he did.
After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that ? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer ?" He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.
His mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let's go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it." The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it.
What a wonderful lesson !
This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn't need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about.
Even if the experiment "doesn't work," we usually learn something valuable from it. Make mistakes, you learn from them . . . .
but never repeat mistakes . . . .
“Reserve the best for the best"
She was dying. Her life was measured not in years…or months…but in weeks and days. She called the minister to her home to make her final preparations.
As they talked of her funeral, she listed the scriptures she wanted read and the hymns she wanted sung.
The lady said to the minister, ”When I’m placed in my casket I want you to put a fork in my hand.” Noticing the puzzled look on the minister’s face, she asked if anything was wrong. ”Oh, no,” he replied, ”but it’s the first time anyone has made such an unusual request.”
So the lady began to explain. ”All my life I have attended church dinners and fellowships. Whenever we finished the meal, someone would come to collect the dishes and say, ‘Keep your fork.’
I knew what this meant. The best was yet to come. There would be apple pie or chocolate cake or some other delicacy. And I know for me, the best is yet to come. My death is not a time of sadness but of celebration. So I want to have a fork put in my hand. You can tell the people why in your message.
The lady died. The minister meticulously followed her instructions. Everyone who passed the casket saw the fork in her hand, and everyone wondered, ”Why”. The scripture was read, the hymns were sung, the message was given and the story was told. Then everyone knew the reason for the fork and understood the amazing picture it portrayed.
So the best is yet to come. Eternity…the Savior…Heaven. And the best is yet to come even now…God’s deepening grace…His powerful Presence…the smile of His approval.
Always keep a fork in your hand…not literally, but spiritually and mentally…and look for the best…now…and yet to come!
As they talked of her funeral, she listed the scriptures she wanted read and the hymns she wanted sung.
The lady said to the minister, ”When I’m placed in my casket I want you to put a fork in my hand.” Noticing the puzzled look on the minister’s face, she asked if anything was wrong. ”Oh, no,” he replied, ”but it’s the first time anyone has made such an unusual request.”
So the lady began to explain. ”All my life I have attended church dinners and fellowships. Whenever we finished the meal, someone would come to collect the dishes and say, ‘Keep your fork.’
I knew what this meant. The best was yet to come. There would be apple pie or chocolate cake or some other delicacy. And I know for me, the best is yet to come. My death is not a time of sadness but of celebration. So I want to have a fork put in my hand. You can tell the people why in your message.
The lady died. The minister meticulously followed her instructions. Everyone who passed the casket saw the fork in her hand, and everyone wondered, ”Why”. The scripture was read, the hymns were sung, the message was given and the story was told. Then everyone knew the reason for the fork and understood the amazing picture it portrayed.
So the best is yet to come. Eternity…the Savior…Heaven. And the best is yet to come even now…God’s deepening grace…His powerful Presence…the smile of His approval.
Always keep a fork in your hand…not literally, but spiritually and mentally…and look for the best…now…and yet to come!
“Ahem.. kind of soul stirring"
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are'?
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ''She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.”
I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arms and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'
He said he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are'?
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ''She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.”
I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arms and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'
"The Red Signal"
Two men were in a car when they had to stop at a red signal light. The man at the wheel did not say anything.
The other man by his side, fretting and fuming, said, "The time we waste at these red lights - why, a man could write a book!"
The driver still said nothing.
Finally the man beside him said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"No."
"How come?"
"I was talking."
"Whom were you talking to?"
"I was talking to God," he said. "I've been making it a practice every time I get to a red light to pray for one of my friends. It is wonderful how many folks I have on my prayer list and how many I have time to pray for in this way."
Moral: Little moments in waiting and slowing down are essential to reflect, Pray and plan better. In life too we need some red signals to stop, wait and fuel our minds spiritually, mentally and physically so that we could perform terrifically well when the signal turns green.
The other man by his side, fretting and fuming, said, "The time we waste at these red lights - why, a man could write a book!"
The driver still said nothing.
Finally the man beside him said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"No."
"How come?"
"I was talking."
"Whom were you talking to?"
"I was talking to God," he said. "I've been making it a practice every time I get to a red light to pray for one of my friends. It is wonderful how many folks I have on my prayer list and how many I have time to pray for in this way."
Moral: Little moments in waiting and slowing down are essential to reflect, Pray and plan better. In life too we need some red signals to stop, wait and fuel our minds spiritually, mentally and physically so that we could perform terrifically well when the signal turns green.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
"Appreciation"
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.
The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.
He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.
The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.
He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
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