Τι είναι τόσο ξεχωριστό για τα μέσα κοινωνικής δικτύωσης;


ευάλωτεςΤην περασμένη εβδομάδα, ανέφερα ότι ένας από τους λόγους τα κοινωνικά μέσα απέτυχαν many marketers was because we haven't identified the magic algorithm. I still don't think there is a magic algorithm… but after this week, I can point to one of the special traits of social media. It's ευπάθεια.

The next section is sort of personal… so if you feel it's a bit much, then jump to the section following it!

Σχετικά με την απώλεια του παππού μου

Αυτός ο μήνας ήταν δύσκολος. Πριν από μερικές εβδομάδες, έθαψα έναν καλό φίλο από το γυμνάσιο. Και χθες, θάψαμε τον οικογενειακό πατριάρχη και τον άντρα που πήρα το όνομά μου, ο παππούς μου, Ντάγκλας Μόρλι. I know many folks have some incredible grandparents… but my grandfather was quite a unique person. He enlisted in the Canadian Royal Army and served in World War II. He was an explosives expert, was commissioned and retired at the rank of Captain. In a time when it wasn't quite popular, he chose to marry a beautiful blonde Jewish woman – my Grandmother, Sylvia.

My grandmother was an unique, strong woman as well. Until her death in 2003, she was the quiet matriarch of the family. While my grandfather served throughout Europe, my grandmother grew a successful company – quite unheard of at that time. My grandfather worshipped my grandmother…. and I don't say that lightly. When my grandfather lost his wife after 58 years of a beautiful marriage, he wrote that τα φτερά που τον βοήθησαν να πετάξει ολόκληρη τη ζωή του είχαν κοπεί. I'm not sure that I've ever witnessed a man who was so unconditionally, unselfishly devoted to his wife.

As her health failed, every chance to wait on my grandmother was jumped on by my grandfather. He never hesitated – even with his own back problems and health issues. When things got really tough, he put her in a hospice. Days after, he didn't like how she was being cared for and set up a room back home. He was by her bedside day and night. He had folks come in to do her nails and hair, too. It was nothing short of amazing.

At the funeral, I met many people that my grandfather had touched. Like a gardener who didn't speak English that took care of my grandfather's home. I never knew that my grandfather had financed the man's business. I met his caretaker, an African American woman who cried over his coffin and told me that she had never felt more loved by any person. I met his Rabbi, who he continued to study with after my grandmother passed (even though he remained a Protestant). There were folks from all over the world that either came or sent their condolences. The Masons came and gave their ceremonious αντίο σε έναν αδερφό. Ένα μέλος του American Legion ήρθε και αποτίει φόρο τιμής σε έναν άλλο βετεράνο που έχασε από τη μεγαλύτερη γενιά.

Ο παππούς μου θάφτηκε με τη στολή του… και πάντα ο τζόκερ, ήταν επίσης θαμμένος με διακόπτη κουδουνιού που ζήτησε σε περίπτωση που ξύπνησε (είπε στον εγγονό του ότι επρόκειτο να το καλύψει για να σβήσει τυχαία όταν μου Η μαμά επισκέφτηκε το νεκροταφείο!). Αφού έπαιξε ο γκάφις Ο Θεός σώσει τη βασίλισσα Η τελευταία ανάρτηση… Οι γκάιντες ανάβουν με μια απίστευτη απόδοση Hava Nagila. Όλοι πανηγυρίσαμε και γελάσαμε, ρίξαμε όλοι ένα δάκρυ ... και όλοι χαμογέλαμε και αποχαιρετήσαμε έναν απίστευτο άνθρωπο.

I'm not sure anyone has had such a strange and wonderful tribute given to them. It's important to note that my Mom, who unselfishly cared for him day and night these last few years, planned this incredible fairwell.

Επιστροφή στα Social Media

When I wrote that my grandfather passed on Facebook, hundreds of people took the time to comment. I received a deluge of emails, text messages, tweets, phone calls and personal notes. I haven't participated much since then… the family is key right now and supporting my Mom (an only child) has been the focus of my attention. My clients, friends, and followers have all been so supportive of my time out from being social. Words can't express how blown away I've been from you folks. Thank-you.

I'm not writing any of this for empathy or sympathy… I just wanted to follow up when I could and share with you folks why I've been quiet. I believe my grandfather's life needs shared and celebrated, not mourned.

As well, it's made me understand what may be so special about social media. I've always had a rough time with the word δέσμευση… it's beginning to sound premeditated and manufactured. Τρωτό isn't the same as engagement. Engagement happens between two willing parties… vulnerability happens when one party simply opens themselves up to the other. Vulnerability can also open you up to scorn, ridicule and possible criticism. But more importantly, vulnerability opens you up to connecting on a level with your audience that no other means of communication could provide. Being vulnerable can't be written into any marketing script.

That's what is so special about social media.

3 Σχόλια

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    Τα ειλικρινά μου συλλυπητήρια φίλε μου. Ο παππούς σου ακούγεται σαν εκπληκτικός άντρας. Μακάρι να είχα το προνόμιο να τον συναντήσω. Ήσασταν τυχεροί που γνώριζες τους παππούδες σου Η δική μου πέθανε όταν ήμουν πολύ νέος για να το θυμηθώ. Αγαπήστε λοιπόν τις αναμνήσεις.


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    Είμαι στο μάρκετινγκ για 30 χρόνια. Τα μέσα κοινωνικής δικτύωσης λειτουργούν μόνο όταν υπάρχει άμεση δέσμευση και πραγματική επικοινωνία. Το βρίσκω διασκεδαστικό που συχνά αντιμετωπίζεται ως μαγική σφαίρα. Χωρίς δέσμευση και πραγματική επικοινωνία είναι μια άσκηση ματαιότητας. Ο αριθμός των οπαδών είναι δευτερεύων στην ποιότητα αυτής της αφοσίωσης.

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