Reminiscing on Waisake Naholo.

Reminiscing this video caught my eye. Haven't heard how he's progressing with his rehab. Wishing him well as he sits probably frustratingly on the sideline.

Here's a clip of his 2015 season highlights.

 Mongolian Highlanders Fans reckoned Meyer was right on the nose with his thinking and so it's been proved.

Mongolian Highlander Fans will be glued to the set backing a confident creative showing.

You can't teach attitude. Good employers will tell you that. You can teach a skill. Anybody with a self demanding positive attitude can learn a new skill. Successful employers, businesses, employ attitude first.

Waisake Naholo has heaps of it, demonstrated many a time, thats why he's an All Black. He demonstrated it again on Friday night during his debut match.

Another thing, you saw a few mistakes naturally a few nerves but anybody worth his or her salt welcomes mistakes, failures, that's when you learn of course so long as you've got that magical ingredient, a positive attitude.

As a man thinketh

By James Allen

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes,

And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes

The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,

Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:—

He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:

Environment is but his looking-glass.

What was this young lass thinking? I had wondered at the time, and even now.

We had arrived in the old Lada with little warning, had interrupted her life. She had seen the curiosity and excitement on our faces yet hers had shown tentativeness, a shyness, which differed from her siblings. Had heard our strange language. Had craned and giggled, tip toed and squeezed closer, as she peered over the youngsters to see her image on our high tech screens. Had quietly helped her mother around the Ger, stirred the big container of yaks milk yogurt by the door, 50 times this way, 50 times that, all the while giving us fleeting glances. Had likely been in awe of us guests sleeping on the special thick woolen mat laid closest to the squat potbelly stove.

And there we were, up at first light, with the women, lending a hand with the morning chores, milking the yaks, untethering their penned up, share milk calves, latching them on to suck dry the almost drained udders. Likewise with the in-milk ewes and does while the men looked after the frisky mares. All livestock, be they yak, sheep, goat, horse were treated like family for they contributed to the well being of all.

And she, quietly confidently naturally did her thing.

What were her secret thoughts?

Were we like some disruptive technology that spurred her to break the mold?

Was she thinking, this is where my future begins?