Monday, August 24, 2015
An important part of living a fulfilling and successful life is understanding and accepting that we didn't have control over every outcome. There are some things that we may never understand. Don't try figuring everything out. That's God's job!
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Monday, August 17, 2015
Sometimes, the things that we put our effort into, isn't the thing we're destined to do. When you fail; you have to try again; hopefully, in a new direction. That new direction might lead you down the path that leads to your passion.
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Monday, August 10, 2015
You'd be amazed at what happens when you're spiritual at work (job). You're honest, patient, forgiving, kind and generous. You become a better listener. Overall, you become a better LEADER, team player and successful.
I can't think of any other way to sell spirituality. Can you?
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Monday, August 3, 2015
I believe that we ALL have a divine path. I believe that God’s hand is in it. I believe that we ALL get second chances. I believe that certain situations teach us about our spiritual and psychological core. Bob Roza
Son, when you drive, don’t play that fucking music so loud. My mom told me this countless times when I lived at home. She figured this out every time she got in the car and turned on the engine. The volume was deafening!
Did I pay attention? NAH! When it was just me and the music, I took every opportunity to CRANK IT! I relished how the music would wash over me!
I was a sophomore in college when I’d learn a valuable lesson about loud music , driving and my life. The moment comes back vividly. It was a rainy night. I had just finished my shift at the library and was headed home on the expressway. The music was CRANKED and I loved it. I was in the center lane following a semi when the semi swerved to the right lane. A car was stalled in the center lane. The truck driver had the advantage, I didn’t! I tried to swerve but was too close. BOOM! I hit the car at 55 m.p.h. I remember getting out of the car and checking on the motorist. A police car came. Since I caused the accident the officer needed to talk to me. I asked if I could call my mom. Every attempt produced a “busy signal.” A tow truck took the cars to the pound. The officer gave me a ride home. I came home about 2 hours later. My mom was frantic as I was never late. When I walked in the door and explained what happened; she was relieved to know I was O.K. When she asked me how bad the accident was, I told her what I remembered. It would be a week later when she would see the extent of it all.
Since the car was towed to the city pound, she had to go there, identify the car and tell the insurance company the details. She entered the pound and saw the good side of the car. Her first thought was, I’m gonna kill this fucking kid for putting me through this. But, when she saw the actual side of the collision, she fell to the ground and wept. The collision was so intense that the hood bent in half and sliced through the windshield. If I had not had my seat-belt on, I would’ve been decapitated. I don’t remember any of that. I can’t imagine what she felt when she saw the extent of the accident and what might have happened. I do remember coming home and seeing her in the living room. She hugged me for what seemed like forever, and wept at what might have happened and how my/her history would’ve changed.
Recently, this memory came back. It reminded me about the fragility of life. It reminded me that I’ve lived a good life. It also told me I have so much more life in me!
I’m sharing this story as a reminder to ALL of my readers that sometimes something as severe as this, can be your BEST wake up call!
Question for you: Have you ignored your wake-up call?
Focus: Life, spirit