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Focus on the Prize, not the Price…

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Things that come easy
are often taken for granted – and lost.
That which we earn by the sweat of our brow
and the sharpness of our mind are kept close -
yielding a far richer Life worth much more
than the sacrifices we have made…
Focus on the Prize,
not the price…

In Ever Loving Memory of Dad…

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“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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Here we are – facing a Happy New Year!

Now, I know a lot of people around the new year have
spent time making resolutions to finding solutions
to things that weren’t quite so right last year.
A new year…
What better time for a fresh start, right?

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Cast Your Brilliance Forward…

 

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Often the wolves you see before you
are merely shadows of fears gone by,
and you continue seeing them because
you keep shining your light into the past.
Is it no wonder that you travel so timidly,
ever stumbling in a darkened present?

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It’s not where you start – but when you get going

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So my goal is to keep this short and sweet,
because if I don’t – the point might get lost.

Now, regardless of your religious & spiritual beliefs,
you no doubt get the intent of my photo posted above.

There is no shortage of people who came from
low and humble beginnings and went on
to create great success for themselves.… —-> Continue…

Looking at the past brings you more of the same

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I often think when people look in the mirror,
it’s more like the rear view mirror in a car.
They’re always looking at what’s behind them.
In Life, the same. The things we’ve done,
that have happened – past experiences
(and ALL experiences are PASSED) – everything
that has happened up until now… is behind us.… —-> Continue…

In Ever Loving Memory of Dad…

“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…

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