Anyone for a slice of NLP?

[Gandalf]

A boy asks his mother, “what is NLP?”
His mother said, “I will tell you in a moment, but first you have to do something so that you can understand. See your grandfather over there in that chair?”
“Yes,” said the child.
“Go and ask him how his arthritis is today?”
The boy went over to his grandfather. “Grandfather,” he said, “How is your arthritis today?”
“Oh it’s a bit bad, son,” replied the old man. “Its always the damp weather that makes it worse, I can hardly move my fingers today.” a look of pain crossed his face.
The boy went back to his mother, “he said it was bad. I think it hurts him. Are you going to tell me what NLP is now?”
“In a minute, I promise,” replied the mother. “Now go and ask grandfather what was the funniest thing you did when you were young.”
The boy went over to his grandfather, “Grandfather,” he began, “ What’s the funniest thing I ever did when I was very young?”
The old mans face lit up, “Oh,” he smiled, “there were lots of things. There was the time when you and your friend played Father Christmas and sprinkled talcum powder all over the bedroom pretending it was snow. I laughed - but I didn’t have to clean it up.” He stared into the distance with a smile.
“Then there was that lovely day and you were singing nursery rhymes that you had just learned. Loudly. A man went past and gave you a nasty look, he thought you were being too noisy. He asked me to tell you to be quiet, you turned and said to him, “If you don’t like me singing, you can go and boil your head.” “And carried on even louder….” The old man chuckled.
The boy went back to his mother. “Did you hear what Grandfather said?” he asked.
“Yes” replied his mother, “You changed how he felt with a few words. That just a small part of NLP.”

[katharina]

[Gandalf]

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Nice example, Gandalf. Have you read many writings of Perls, Satir, and Erickson... and how long have you had an interest in NLP? What's the best book or research article you could recommend?[/quote]


Yes, I wonder if you like this one...

A wise man rode into a desert village one evening as the sun was setting.
Dismounting from his camel, he asked one of the villagers for a drink of water. “Of course,” said the villager and gave him a cup of water.
The traveller drank the whole cup full of water. “Thank you,” he said. “Can I help you out at all before I travel on?”
“Yes,” said the young man. “We have a dispute in our family. I am the youngest of three brothers. Our Father died recently. God rest his soul, and all he possessed was a small herd of camels. Seventeen to be exact. He decided in his will that one half of the herd was to go to my oldest brother, one third to the middle brother and one ninth to me. How can we divide the herd of 17? We do not want to chop up any camels, they are worth far more to us alive.”
“Take me to your house,” said the sage.
When he entered the house he saw the two other brothers and the man’s widow sitting around the fire arguing. The youngest brother interrupted them and introduced the traveller.
“Wait,” said the wise man, “I think I can help you. Here, I give you my camel as a gift. Now you have 18 camels. One half of the herd go to the eldest , that’s nine camels. One third to the middle son, that’s six camels. And one ninth goes to my friend here, the youngest son, that’s two.”
“That’s only 17 altogether,” said the youngest son.
“Yes. By a happy coincidence, the camel left over is the one I gave you. If you could possibly give it back to me, I will continue on my journey.”
And he Did.