We generally change ourselves for one of two reasons: inspiration or desperation.

Leading Change

Leadership is about change. If you need no change, you need no leader. In times of change, people seek out more and better leaders. Those successful sought-out leaders embrace the following thought: “The best reformers the world has ever known are those who began with themselves.”

Mahatma Gandhi said, “We must be the change that we envision.” Tolstoy said, “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”

The following comments are about personal change:

1. One person cannot change another person.
When I started as a young leader, I thought that a leader could change the people; and boy, did I work at it. I said, “All right, I’m going to give them thoughts, ideas, and principles; and I’m going to change people.”

After several years, I awakened to the thought that the only person who can change himself or herself is himself or herself. You can change yourself, but I cannot change you. You see, I am responsible to you but I am not responsible for you; and there is a world of difference between those two. I am responsible for teaching you good leadership, I am responsible for sharing things that can help add value to your life; but you are the only one who can take responsibility to change yourself, and that is what this whole article is about.

2. Most people need to look at the way that they look at change.
How many times have you heard somebody say, “I sure hope things will change.” The only way things will change for me is when I change. It has nothing to do with hope. You can’t just say, “Well, I just hope things will change around me,” and expect results. The only way that things will change for me is when I change.

I have also heard this before, “I don’t know why I’m this way.” Well, you are the way you are because that is the way you want to be. Let’s expose it for what it really is.

3. When you make the right personal changes, other things begin to turn out right.
So when people say, “I’d like things to turn out better for me, I’d like things to turn out right, I’d like things to turn out better in the organization, or in my family,” I say to them, “Start by making personal changes.”

by Dr. John C. Maxwell

Here Are Some Examples:

Years ago, a young mother about to go out with her husband prepared to feed their baby before they left. The husband became impatient as she started her daily routine of mashing vegetables through a strainer. Tired of him standing over her with the car keys in one hand and the other hand on the door knob, she turned the task over to him. Within a few minutes, the strainer, peas, carrots, and bowl ended up in his lap. As he changed clothes, he reasoned that there must be a better way to prepare baby food and that there must be a lot of frustrated parents who didn´t enjoy the monotony of straining fruit and vegetables three times a day. Soon, they began discussing the idea of designing machinery to strain the food in a factory and sell it already prepared.

Fortunately, the young father and his dad owned a small canning plant, but it was difficult to sell the older man on the concept. One mistake that harmed a child would destroy everything it had taken them a lifetime to build.

And what about the expense of marketing surveys, developing and financing new machinery, packaging, getting stores to accept the products, and getting parents to buy something totally new at a price that would be both affordable and profitable? You’ve been through this in your own organization or family when someone comes up with an idea that colors outside the lines! I see you’re nodding affirmatively.

The risk was enormous, but in the end, they went forward with their idea because it filled a need they understood first-hand. They had the skills and experience. And the market was so vast that the positive benefits far outweighed the negative factors. One year after Dan Gerber dumped the strainer of cooked vegetables into his lap, the Gerber Products Company introduced its first five baby foods to the market. The point of the story is that, so often, an idea becomes a goal when we realize it meets a need in our own lives and the lives of others. Our motivation to achieve this goal is dependent upon how strong our need is and whether or not we have the determination, optimism and toughness to follow through our ideas to fruition.

Consider the following:

- The outboard motor was invented by Ole Evinrude because he couldn’t row the boat fast enough on a Wisconsin lake to keep his girlfriend’s ice cream from melting.

- The Automatic Dishwasher was invented by a woman whose housekeeper kept breaking her fine china when she washed it by hand.

- The ice cream cone was invented by a waffle vendor who ran out of plates to serve his waffles.

- The Polaroid camera was invented by Edward Land because his daughter wanted to see the pictures she took with her camera right away, rather than wait.

- And the hot dog was invented by a German immigrant whose silk gloves used to serve bratwurst in his restaurant were taken home by his patrons. His solution was to split a bun, and serve the bratwurst that way. Yes, necessity is the mother of invention.

This week think about what problem or need you have that you might solve with an innovative idea, product or service.

Find out How You Can Best Change You

Red Marbles by:
Author Unknown

During the waning years of the depression in a small Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller’s roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available.

Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used extensively.
One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.

I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me. “Hello Barry, how are you today?”
“H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.. sure look good.”

“They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?” “Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.” “Good. Anything I can help you with?” “No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.”
“Would you like to take some home?” “No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ‘em with.”
“Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”
“All I got’s my prize marble here.” “Is that right? Let me see it.” “Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.” “I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?”
“Not zackley … but almost.” “Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.” “Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps.”

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had the occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts … all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim “traded” them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size … they came to pay their debt.”

“We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.” With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Why do some people turn everything they touch into money?

By Following these exercises set out below, That person can be you.

“You Will Learn HOW to Practice Ancient Spiritual Laws To Increase YOUR Natural Powers of Attraction.”

HOW TO MASTER RELAXATION BEFORE YOUR MENTAL PROGRAMMING

Begin your practice session by creating a state of deep relaxation.
Start with your physical body and combine your visualization with your breath.
Start deep, complete breathing. Remember that when you are anxious, the breath is short and rapid. Therefore, in order to create relaxation, you must consciously do just the opposite.
Make the breath long and slow. Tell yourself “I am breathing deeply, slowly, and regularly. Already, my deep,slow breathing is slowing my body down. I am becoming more and more relaxed.” Say this over to yourself several times until you really do feel more relaxed. Remind yourself that the brain is the message center of the body. You can deepen your relaxation by sending messages from the brain to every part of your body.
You can tell each part to relax until the entire body is even more deeply relaxed than before. For example, begin with either the feet or the head and address each part as you move from one end to the other. Tell yourself, “My toes are very relaxed. I can feel the
relaxation moving into my arches, into my heels, moving over the tops of my feet.
My feet are very relaxed. The relaxation is moving into my ankles and into the lower parts of my legs. My ankles and legs are very relaxed. My knees are relaxed. I can feel the relaxing energy moving through my thighs and up into my hips. My thighs and hips are very relaxed. My whole back is relaxed. My chest and diaphragm are relaxed. My stomach is relaxed. My lower abdomen is relaxed. I can feel the relaxing energy moving up into my shoulders and down into my arms and hands. My fingers are relaxed. I feel the relaxation moving into my neck and into the base of my skull. My scalp is relaxed. The relaxation is flushing down over my face. My eyes and ears are relaxed. My nose and mouth are relaxed. My cheeks and chin are relaxed. My whole body is relaxed. I am very comfortable. I am at peace.
I am very peaceful and relaxed.

Now that you have reached the other end of the body, you will experience a very deep and peaceful feeling of relaxation throughout the entire body. If there are some places that are still tense, spend some extra time focusing relaxing energy on these parts until the entire body feels relaxed. This will prepare you then for the conscious programming of your inner mind for the prosperity you have chosen to experience.

1. Think and Believe that you deserve everything that you want. Too often we put doubt in our minds about our ability to have more. We tell other people our dreams who make us doubt our ability to have our dreams come true. Stop talking about your goals with negative people. They will poison your mind and interfere with you reaching your goal.

2. Visualize your goal. Create a mind map with pictures of how different your life will be once you reach your financial goal. Cut out pictures from magazines or download pictures from your computer that represent this change. Take your digital camera and create a success map of things that represent prosperity. Find the house you’d buy, the car you’d drive, vacations you’d take, friends you’d visit, etc. Have these images somewhere you can look at them on a regular basis. See the balance in your bank account increased.

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3. Write 3 affirmations about reaching your goal.

For example, “I have everything I want and need and ample left over to share” “I deserve the best and I accept it graciously.” “I am financially comfortable.” You may think
of many other positive statements, but do at least three. Put these in a place where you will see them regularly during your day (on the refrigerator or a mirror and you can place them on your dashboard of your car so they reflect back at your from the windscreen).

4 Express
Gratitude to whatever you consider your Higher Power to be. Know that your success has added energy for manifestation because of this acknowledgment.

Some examples of these gratitude statements include: “Thank you, God, for all of this good” “Thank you, Great Spirit, for this overflowing abundance” “Thank you Universal Mind”, “thank You the creator of All”, “Thank you, Mother Luck, for these magnificent gifts”

THE MAGIC SPELL IS; “NOW PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE “
“The Wizard Of Wealth”

The Thing I Value Most
by: Author Unknown

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man.
College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important… Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.

Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.
Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture… Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box? ” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’”
Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.
“Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,”
the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.

The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.”Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter.

His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.

Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most… was… my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, Janet… thanks for your time!”

The Thing I Value Most
by: Author Unknown

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man.
College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important… Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.

Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.
Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture… Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box? ” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’”
Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.
“Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,”
the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.

The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.”Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter.

His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.

Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most… was… my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, Janet… thanks for your time!”
So Who Are You Not Giving Their True Value? Could It Be YOU?

I git this in an email ..you Know the Ones that say: Have send this to

5, 10 people etc. Well I just don’t ..But for some reason I read this one and Thought HMMMM

This One Is worthwhile Sharing with everyone!! Why Because It isn’t really that uncommon or is it??

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. .
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. .
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to Say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only
Has one eye!”

I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear..
I confronted her that day and said, ” If you’re only goanna make me a
Laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”

My mom did not respond….
I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because
I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my Mother came to visit me.
She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her
Grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at Her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my
Children!”
GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”

And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have Gotten the wrong address,”
And she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and Scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were Growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and Lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you
Having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my Place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,
Your mother.

“When You Are In MLM You Must Consider The Following; Are Deception And Lies Part Of Your Business, By Which I Mean Have You Been Told The Truth…Really?”

I really want you to think outside the box with me on this one.

We know that having sales skills is essential to success in network marketing and that every kind of business, really, is in the sales business.

BUT… if the ONLY thing that you and I sell people is our mlm opportunity and the company products, then ALL we are is glorified sales reps.

Nothing more.

And if all we are is sales reps… then no one wants to talk with us.

Why?

Because no one gets excited about having to brainstorm some lame-yet-realistic-sounding

excuses as to why they can’t buy what we’re pushing… when really they just don’t

have the heart to tell us they couldn’t care less about us or our “business plan.”

No one likes being backed into a corner where they’re forced to be rude because you can’t

take a hint.

The problem with being “just” a sales rep is that it’s outdated.

People don’t have time to listen to yet another sales pitch.

That doesn’t add any VALUE to their busy lives.

You have to give them more than that if you want their attention.

Your prospect can go out and join any one of a hundred different work-from-home deals. Yours

does not stand out as anything special in their minds.

“But I thought you said we have to learn how to sell?”

Yes, but understand that the type of selling I’m talking about and the type of selling most people think of - the kind their companies teach - are two completely different things.

Let me ask you a question.

What is it that makes sales hard? I mean really,why is it so difficult?

It’s having to convince the other person that they want what you have when really they don’t.

Am I right?

So… if that’s the case… what if the other person already wants what you have? What if

they’re already looking for it?

Then the “type” of selling you have to do is completely different. You’re not pitching them,

you’re educating them.

Here’s a little secret for you: The heavy hitters don’t sell business opportunities.

Why?

Because they know that that’s not what people are looking for.

Here’s where you must study outside of your companies TOOL BOX Such as All of our Top Leaders Do

In fact, a business opportunity is the last thing they want to sell!

No joke. That’s not just a tricky play on words.

The way multi level marketing is REALLY done - the way the gurus who make as much money in a

month as most people make in year do it - is by putting their opportunity on the back burner and forgetting about it.

And I’m not talking about retailing your company’s products either.

There’s something else they sell in order to build their business that you won’t hear about

from them, your company, or your upline.

During my struggling years of mlm, back when I was attending every local, regional and national conference I could, there was something that always confused me. And I never got the answer to it until I began studying sales and marketing from sources other than my company.

There was this one guy, a top dog in our company, who was a complete mystery to all of us “common folk.”

We all knew who he was. We all knew that he drove the most expensive cars of anyone, that he

had the biggest houses and the fanciest suits.

What we didn’t know was how he did it.

And boy did we want to.

Because at the huge national pep rallies, he was never jumping around on stage sweating up a storm as if he’d been snorting cocaine for the past two hours (like all the others were).

And none of us really wanted to do that. None of us wanted to act like a pack of 1st graders having a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. We just gritted our teeth and told ourselves, “If this is what it takes to get there, then this is what I’m gonna do.”

But watching this guy, one would get the impression that he couldn’t have been more

indifferent to all the hype going on around him, despite the fact that he was making 5 times as much money as the other leaders.

No matter who we asked though, even our own 6- figure-earning-upline, we could never figure out how he did it year after year after year - ‘cuzhe sure as heck wasn’t doing it the way the rest of us were.

Usually the response was just, “I don’t know.”

But the best answer I ever got was, “He sells some kind of system. Don’t worry about it though, he doesn’t do it the company way.”

Well I did worry about it. Because I got sick of being an evangelist doing it the company way.

So what DO the gurus sell?

How could they sell something other than a business opportunity and still build a MASSIVE

organization (and make it look easy)?

Later, after I finally reached a level of success I had never even thought possible before

(sponsoring 20 or more people every month without breaking a sweat) it all made perfect

sense. I finally understood how that guy in my previous company did it.

Here are some of the things I realized:

-First and foremost, the heavy hitters only bothered with the people who were already

looking for what they had.

-Secondly, they understood what people were really looking for in the first place. And so

they offered more than an opportunity, which was just one puzzle piece in the overall picture. They offered their customers something of much greater value, something their companies could never provide: Themselves and their expertise.

-They learned about sales and marketing techniques from sources other than their company.

Because what they were doing was not taught by any company in the industry.

-They invested in their customers first before they asked for money or any kind of commitment. This might sound corny, but it is the formula that every great marketer has used to build enormously profitable businesses.

-They gave people a true marketing system with which to build their business. They gave them

the “how” rather than the “what.”

By doing all this they become more than just another zealous sales rep peddling their wares.

They set themselves apart from everyone else out there and by doing so, they attracted people to them in droves.

The lesson?

Don’t be afraid to go against the grain and differentiate yourself. Often times this is the

best marketing decision you can make.

To Your Success,

Axel Henriksen,

“The Wizard Of Wealth”

http://Axel4Life.magneticsponsoringonline.com

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Growing Up or Growing Old

By: Author Unknown

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a Smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi, handsome! My name is Rose. I’m 87 years old.

Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel.”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends.

Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop.

I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3×5 cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know.” As we laughed, she cleared her throat and

began:

“We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor everyday. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead, and they don’t even know it!” she said.

“There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old, and stay in bed for a year, and never do anything, I will turn 88. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability,” she added.

“The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the years end, Rose finished the college degree she had

begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose

died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college

students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful

woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be

all you can possibly be.

1000 Marbles
By: Author Unknown

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

I’m a Ham radio operator and spend some time working with radios and electronics. So when I heard this story it really made me think! I hope that you will find some application in your own life as well…

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.”

I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
“Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job.
I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital.”

He continued, “Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.”
And that’s when he began to explain his theory of “a thousand marbles.”

“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic.
The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.”

“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I’m getting to the important part.”

“It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail,” he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.”

“So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.”

“I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.”

“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.”

“It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!”

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.

“C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.”

“What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”

HAVE A GREAT WEEK… and may ALL of your Saturdays be special!
Axel “The Wizard Of Wealth” -”Smart People Will Always Trade Money for Time”