Peter Galik, MBL, MBA, MSc en Teachers, Human Resources Professionals, Education and Training MBL - Business Development (Middle East) • Master of Business Leadership (MBL) Inc. 9/11/2017 · 4 min de lectura · +300

Spiritual Quotient (SQ)

Spiritual Quotient (SQ)


Spiritual intelligence is the results multiplier [(IQ x EQ) SQthat comes after intellectual intelligence and the development of our emotional intelligence. Spirituality has a very practical place in business leadership and growth. Neurological studies have established that SQ enables the synchronous processing of information between our IQ and EQ. Executives that combine SQ with IQ and their development of EQ inspire greater levels of engagement and results. By experiencing how spiritual intelligence synchronizes intellectual and emotional intelligence you can learn how to out care the competition.

SQ enables us to take the leap of faith that all change and innovation requires.


Phil Johnson, CEO MBL Inc.
gave the following talk at St. Matthias Anglican Church March 26, 2017. 


Ships weren’t built to sit in the harbor. My ship set sail from the city of Brantford on December 1, 1953. Our family lived in a small 2 bedroom post war bungalow where my mom and dad raised 3 boys. I was the youngest and quite a surprise as my mother was in her early-40s when I was born. Three boys in one small bedroom and a coal burning furnace with no air conditioning – it wasn’t always pretty.

My parents were born during the early 1900s (1909 and 1910). They went as far a grade 8 in school. My father was a factory worker who never made more than $5/hour. During WWII he served a Sargent in a mortar artillery platoon in North Africa. His men used to call him “the old man” because he was 29 years old when he enlisted. As a younger man he had played semi-pro baseball. My dad made his own beer and I helped. My mom was a factory seamstress that left that job to take care of our family.

I was born 6 weeks prematurely and weighed approximately 4 pounds. My first 6 months were spent in an incubator at the Brantford General hospital. My dad brought breast milk to me each day on his bicycle because he didn’t own a car. I have dyslexia. It is a neurological disorder I was born with. I notice it most when I am trying to spell or read. It can cause me to re-arrange numbers and words in my mind. I did not realize I had the condition until about 30 years ago. There was no such thing as “dyslexia” or “ADD” in those days.

I failed Grade 3 and Grade 5 and was labelled as a “slow learner.” I used to pray that the teacher would never ask me a question and I rarely made eye contact. Many times the back of my shirt would be soaked with sweat by the time class was over. Getting a “C” was great – “A’s” and “B’s” were out of the question. And in the early years when I was promoted to the next grade I was often put on “September Trial."

Some of the guys I grew up with went to Kingston (prison) and it wasn’t Queens University. As a child my earliest memories were that our neighborhood had dirt roads (asphalt, TV and private phone lines came a few years later). We also had a milk man, bread man and egg/potato man that made deliveries in horse drawn trucks.

I started working when I was 9 years old pulling copper wire out of the back of factory dumpsters and selling it for 5 cents a pound. That was my “allowance” (Friday’s scale night). By the time I was 12 I was working in a produce factory loading boxcars with 30 lb crates of corn stacked 10 high and taking salt tablets; I also worked as a caddy at the local golf course … I had money. Life was good!

A few years later my mother developed breast cancer. She underwent radiation and chemotherapy which lead to a “radical mastectomy.” On December 3, 1967 she died. I was in Grade 7 at the time. It was two days after my 14th birthday.


One month later (50 years ago) I made a decision that was to change my life.

It was a snowy January night around midnight and I was taking my dog Duke for a walk. He was a Blue Tick hound that my parents had given me as a puppy when I was 5 years old. Standing behind a neighbourhood factory I decided to “go for it.” I was going to see what was on the other side of the hill and come back and help my friends that had already given up on life.

This sacred moment in my life began the process of chiselling me into a servant warrior.

That year I became an “A” student throughout the rest of grade school and high school. My dad died when I was in Grade 13. I went on to graduate in the top of my class from the DeGroote School of Business at McMaster University. I also played some football and basketball – badly, but I had a lot of fun. Later I studied Electrical Engineering while beginning what turned out to be a 25 year career in the semiconductor industry. By the time my career had ended I was a corporate executive and revenue generated exceeded $1 Billion (that’s when a Billion dollars was worth something!) I was a Road Warrior, travelling about 60,000 miles per year – that’s a couple of flights per week throughout North America and the Pacific Rim (despite my occasional anxiety around flying).

In around 1990 I remember talking with one of my older brothers and commenting “Is this all there is?” I had accomplished more than I or anyone else ever thought I would. It was also around this time that I remembered the second half of the promise I had made to myself on that snowy January night in 1968. I realized that God had actually given me what I asked for 50 years earlier.

The emotional labor He has given me to do was to prepare for me to fulfil His purpose for my life. I was going to come back and help those who had already given up on life. One of my dad’s favourite Shakespeare quotes was “to thine own self be true.”

I decided not to take either of 2 Vice Presidential roles I had been offered so that I could focus on what has become my growing passion for the past 16 years … helping executives and their organizations to develop authentic leadership and emotional intelligence. Jesus Christ’s example of non-resistance, non-judgment and non-attachment to outcome is the “gold standard” of our physical, intellectual, emotional and spiritual labor.

It was also around this time that I met the love of my life – February 6, 1993.

Ships weren’t built to sit in the harbor and neither were we. For some of us, St. Matthias Church has been our safe harbor for many decades. This is where we have come to reconnect, to recommit, to recharge and refuel – but we were never meant to stay here. Our real work is out there and it is this work that we are now being called on to do. To shine our light into the darkness of others, and in the process inspire them to do the same.

God sent His only son to be the light of the world. With both love and compassion He commands and implores us to pick up our cross and follow Him on our road to Calvary and the beauty that lays beyond. Ships weren’t built to stay in the harbor and neither were we.


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Master Sales Trainer ($1Billion+) & Career Advancement

Executive Leadership & Emotional Intelligence Coach

Phil Johnson, Founder & CEO MBL Inc.