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		<title>Can a Nerf Football Change a Life?</title>
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Many  years ago I had flown to Northern CA to visit a good friend of mine  from college.  In the afternoon of the last day of my visit, we decided  to go to the local grocery store and buy food to cook for dinner that  evening.  As we were walking to [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Many  years ago I had flown to Northern CA to visit a good friend of mine  from college.  In the afternoon of the last day of my visit, we decided  to go to the local grocery store and buy food to cook for dinner that  evening.  As we were walking to the car, an image caught my eye.  On the  front porch of the house next door stood a little boy (around the age  of 9 or 10) tossing an old raggedy Nerf Football to himself.  There was  something about this scene that made my heart stir and I sensed a  feeling of loneliness and sadness coming over me. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Something is wrong with this picture</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My  friend and I got in his car and started to head for the grocery store.   When we were a few houses down the road I yelled out, “Stop the car.”   Surprised my friend slammed on the brakes and asked, “What’s wrong?   Did you forget something?”  I said, “No, but I need you to drive back  to that little boy.”  “What little boy?” my friend responded.  I said,  “Just drive back to your house.”  When we were back at his house, I got  out of the car and approached the little boy.  I was honestly not sure  why I was so compelled to talk to this child, but I just knew I had to  and decided to follow my heart. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">You really want to spend time with me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Hello,  my name is Ja Marr.  What is your name I asked?”  As he looked up at  me, I could visibly see that the sadness and loneliness feeling I had  was actually being projected by him.  In a soft-spoken voice he said,  “My name it Robert, but everyone calls me Little Rob.”  “Alright Little  Rob,” I said, “What happened to your Nerf Football?”  I will never  forget the next part of our conversation.  “My Dad gave me this football  when I was seven and every since then I have wanted to become a  professional football player.”  “That’s great” I said, “Have you and  your dad been practicing?”  He said, “No, because my dad died a year ago  and my two older brothers never play with me, so I don’t know how to  catch that good.”  Holding back my own tears the only thing I could  think to say was, “I used to play football.  Why don’t I teach you how  to catch when I get back from the store?”  Little Rob’s eyes lit up and  he said, “Really!”  And then all of the sudden his excitement was  replaced with a look of sadness again and I said, “What’ wrong?”  His  eyes welled up and he said, “How can we play catch with this old beat up  football.”  I smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that.   Just be ready  to learn how to catch like the pros when I get back from the store.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Let’s play catch</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">About  30 minutes later, my friend and I pulled into his driveway.  When  Little Rob saw us, he ran to our car and his whole demeanor was  different.  The sad and lonely look on his face had been replaced with a  look of happiness and joy.  Also, he had changed clothes.  He was now  wearing elbow and knee pads as well as a football jersey that was  obviously too small.  I chuckled to myself and said, “Are you ready to  start your training to become a professional football player!”  By this  time, he could not contain his excitement and began jumping up and down  as he said, “Yes I am!”  “Great, but I have a surprise for you,” I said  as I pulled out a brand new Nerf Football and handed it to him.  He  yelled out, “Wow, is this for me?  It is awesome.  Thank-you!”  I said,  “Remember, Little Rob, you can only keep this new Nerf Football if you  never forget what I am going to teach you today.”  He said, “Ja Marr, I  promise I will never forget, but what about my old Nerf Football that my  dad gave me.”  I said, “I want you to always keep the Nerf football  that your dad gave you.  Put it in a safe place and whenever you look at  it just remember how proud your dad would be of you.”  He said, “Great  idea.  I am going to put it on the dresser next to my bed so that I can  see it every day.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The brain is a sponge just like a Nerf Football</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Little  Rob and I spent the next couple of hours together.  Sure, I taught him  how to catch and throw and think like a professional athlete…but we  honestly spent quite a bit of time just talking.  I was surprised by how  curious he was about me and my life.  He asked me question after  question about college and my career.  Since I had recently finished  college and was just starting my career, I told him about my  professional goals and aspirations.  After we finished playing catch and  talking I said that I had to go and spend time with my friend since I  was leaving the next day.  He said, “When will you be back.”  I said  that I was not sure but asked him to keep his promise to remember  everything that I taught him that day.  He said he would keep his  promise and skipped happily into his house. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It was never about football in the first place</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A  few years later, I received a call from my friend who said, “I have to  tell you something about “Little Robert.”  “You mean the little boy that  lives next to you that I gave the Nerf Football too years ago?”  “Yes,”  my friend said, “You will never guess what he told me he wants to be  when he grows up.”  I said, “Doesn’t he want to be a professional  football player?”  “No,” my friend said.  “Little Robert is not little  anymore.  He is now a Sophomore in high school.  When I saw him today, I  asked him how football was coming along?  He said that he had given up  football.  When I asked him why, he said that he does not want to be a  professional football player anymore.  His exact words were that he  wants to go to college and become a “professional businessman just like  my friend Ja Marr.”   I realized at that moment that there was a much  bigger purpose for Little Robert and I meeting that I did not realize at  the time.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Time given changes time!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Little  Robert serves as a constant reminder of the power and significance of  making people feel special and important…and the benefit of giving the  most precious gift of your time to someone else.  I would not be the  person or the man I am today if it were not for so many individuals that  in their own way, gave me a Nerf Football and said let’s play catch  together  when it seemed like no one else wanted to. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To Your Story!</span></p>
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		<title>What Quincy Jones Taught Me About Sales</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jbrown</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[What Quincy Jones Taught me about Sales  
Me,  my brother and a few friends decided it was time to get together to  catch up on old times. We agree to meet in Los Angeles which meant it  was going to take three hours to get there from where I started- 50 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span id="internal-source-marker_0.7427982164540915" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">What Quincy Jones Taught me about Sales </span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #ffffff; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/W1fglYRuTNrcefzV1ecP-GhuFG-FjKpiMKe3qeGIiCzocDzgen3x1uS66PoNvUhnpHCBvtkBFOGzOWo7jpZhkL5rLv-qe3K_yA6I1Y9uUl2VVIFn-Tg" alt="" width="161px;" height="161px;" /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Me,  my brother and a few friends decided it was time to get together to  catch up on old times. We agree to meet in Los Angeles which meant it  was going to take three hours to get there from where I started- 50  miles away.  Typical LA traffic!  We were sitting in one of those nice,  snazzy Hollywood restaurants when all of the sudden there was a buzz all  around us. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The  wait staff began to run around and squeal like a marauding troop of  Hyenas.  Having lived in Los Angeles for a number of years I knew what  this commotion was all about. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The only question I had was who would be the famous person walking in this time?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The Q is coming!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Enter  the entourage:  Superbly dressed, and looking like “people of  importance” they entered the restaurant.  Many of them were so busy  being pampered that they did not notice my modest crew as they slipped  into their seats at the table right across from us. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I did not recognize any of them until I saw “The One.” </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Typically,  I am not a star struck person and believe that everyone is  equal…however, there are some people that have what is called the “IT”  factor. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">By all accounts, this individual had “IT” and then some.  It was none other than Quincy Jones.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But you’re the star.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Once  everyone recognized this person to be “The Quincy Jones”, the Paparazzi  style buzz began.  The Hyenas seized the opportunity and began the mad  rush for pictures, autographs and handshakes.  After a few moments, Q’s  bodyguard rescued him from the mauling and guided him towards his table. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">All  the while, Q maintained a welcoming smile and an apologetic demeanor  for not being able to spend more  time with his fans.  Once again, the  “IT” factor. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Right  before he sat down, he turned towards our table and asked, “How are you  fellas doing tonight?”  Thinking he was just being polite and was not  looking for a conversation, we all said (probably in awestruck unison)  “fine and you.”  To everyone’s amazement, he continued talking to us.   However, the conversation was far from the Ego driven, let me tell you  how great I am monologue that one would expect from such a big star.   Instead, when my friend told him, “It’s an honor to meet you sir.  You  are one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time,” Q’s  response was totally unexpected. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He  said, “Look, I am not the important one, you guys are.”  He went on to  say that he has already carved his path in the world and now it is time  for young people like yourselves to do so.” He also said that he has  been all over the world and can recognize greatness when he sees it…and  that he saw greatness  in us.  I was floored by his comments. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For  the next 15 minutes or so, we had an amazing conversation about  everything from success, restaurants, life, world travel, Michael  Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles and our overall life experiences</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">.  He asked us just as many questions as we asked him.  That night, he made us feel like we were the renowned star not him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Thanks Q</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mr.  Jones, I am not sure if you will ever read this, but I just wanted to  say how much you truly touched my life that evening.  I can’t tell you  how inspirational our conversation was.  In my book, </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What’s Your Sales Story?”</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I discuss the fact that one of the main reasons I went from being a  struggling professional to a  successful one  is that I transitioned  from wanting to be the star and feeling important to making everyone  else feel like they were the stars and the important ones.  Meeting you  that evening reminded me of that lesson. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">You  will be remembered as one of the greatest artist, musicians and  composers of all time.  I also want people to know that I will remember  you as someone that made others feel important and like they were truly  the star!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ja Marr Brown</span></p>
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		<title>Yes, It&#8217;s Takes That Much Effort</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 05:51:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nothing has changed 
Last week, I was reminded of an age old lesson.  That lesson is that there are no shortcuts to success. Despite all of the advances in technology, medicine and cognitive understanding only effort and hard work truly bring success. Unfortunately, I learned this lesson at my daughter’s tennis lesson.   I say [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span id="internal-source-marker_0.272648527607937" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Nothing has changed</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-family: Verdana; color: #ffffff; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/1xzplgIO9clu1q2gq05nUg_1GWtnmEvuUtOGtME3xFnFgVV2n-Bw141ZReJjMkoB161yYfGQp2jDdSrsg0jJH0apOVodJk_Yyu58Wz2obJFsdrvrkpU" alt="" width="144px;" height="144px;" /><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Last week, I was reminded of an age old lesson.  That lesson is that there are no shortcuts to success. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Despite all of the advances in technology, medicine and cognitive understanding only effort and hard work truly bring success.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Unfortunately, I learned this lesson at my daughter’s tennis lesson.   I say unfortunately because I have been steering her towards golf since  she was born and after all that effort, out of the blue she tells me  that she wants to be a tennis star.  Why?  Because my parents took her  to a professional tennis match a few months ago and she met and got  autographs from some of the top female tennis players in the world.   That experience lit a spark in her and now she wants to travel the  world and compete against them.  When she gets older I will remind her  that I took her to two LPGA golf tournaments and it did not faze her.  I  digress.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It takes that much to succeed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Let  me return to my point about hard work and effort.  So there I was at my  daughter’s tennis lesson.  As the class was doing various drills, I  overheard a conversation between another parent and the head instructor  of the tennis club.  While I did not hear all of the details, I did hear  something that really stuck with me.  The parent asked the instructor  if he still competes in tournaments (apparently he used to be a big name  player).  The instructor said no because he is only able to practice  2-3 hours a day.  He went on to say that when he was successful and  winning tournaments, he would practice 4-6 hours a day. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The instructor said, “If I am not prepared to compete at the highest level, then it does not make sense to do so.”</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">How about us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As I reflect on the conversation between the parent and the instructor, I thought about our lives as business professionals. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">How  much do we prepare before we are “On Stage” or competing so to speak;  whether it is before a sales call, big meeting, performance review with  an employee, marketing presentation or any myriad of times when we have  to perform?</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Fortunately, I have had bosses and mentors who drilled the importance  of planning in my head since I was a very young professional.  It is no  mystery that that the better I perform is in direct correlation to how  much I have practiced and prepared. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When  I have an opportunity to mentor young adults and other professionals, I  tell them that despite what they say their ambitions are in life, their  level of effort in planning and practicing is the true indication of  their ambitions. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">What do the greats do?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A long time ago, I was talking to someone about the greatest athletes of all time.  Of course, Muhammad Ali’s name came up. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #1f497d; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Muhammad  Ali was once quoted as saying something to the effect of, “I have  already won the fight by the time I step into the ring.”</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Basically, what he was saying is because he had put in so much effort  and was so prepared leading up to the fight that all he had to do was  step in and execute…which he arguably did better than any other fighter  of his generation.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ja Marr Brown</span></p>
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		<title>Making Change All Wrong</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 06:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently, while on our annual winter family vacation, I woke up early one morning and began to write in my journal. I found myself writing about what went wrong in 2010 and what I could have done differently. Then I proceeded to write out these major New Year’s Resolutions for  2011.  All of the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;">Recently, while on our annual winter family vacation, I woke up early one morning and began to write in my journal. <span style="color: #0000ff;">I found myself writing about what went wrong in 2010 and what I could have done differently.</span> Then I proceeded to write out these major New Year’s Resolutions for  2011.  All of the sudden, I literally jumped up looked in the mirror and  said to myself, “What the hell are you doing?” I<span style="color: #0000ff;"> had that reaction because I realized that I was going about the reflection and change process all wrong.</span> I  was not following the Kaizen philosophy that I had developed and had  contributed to so much success in my life and the lives of the people  that I taught it to.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">&lt; = &gt;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">You see, one of the core principles of the Kaizen philosophy is Continuous Improvement. <span style="color: #0000ff;">This is the process whereby you try and improve a little every day…not by doing more, but by doing less.</span> You make small changes that lead to major breakthroughs.  Before you  beat yourself up thinking about what went wrong or could have been  better in 2010, first you should focus on what did work and what went  right in 2010.  What were the thoughts and behaviors that really worked  for you this past year?  Keep thinking and doing those things.   Secondly, really identify the wasteful thoughts and behaviors that were  counterproductive to helping you achieve the things you wanted to in  2010 or that held you back…and simply stop doing and thinking those  things. <span style="color: #0000ff;">What you ultimately end up with is doing more of what works for you and less of what does not. </span>Therefore, you can accomplish significantly more by actually doing less. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</p>
<p>Ja Marr</span></p>
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		<title>Life Change for the Price of a Flavored Bottle of Water</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 21:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life change for the price of a flavored bottle of water! 
So  there I was at the place I so often find myself, the airport.  Where  was I going?  It really doesn’t matter; it was as we say in the business  world, another business trip.  As I was walking through the terminal [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5014486723968712" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Life change for the price of a flavored bottle of water! </span><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/scJkMO_DM8s2wrjkKYRmjJI7d7UkVFXmGSq-ASeWgNKmqyxVocYLhF4meyq4h3I0_5_Z7VFWEU3E3iZ6XLdp-GEIXoMaYX_HtSNDA31TCkRGKNn0Jg" alt="" width="96px;" height="96px;" /></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So  there I was at the place I so often find myself, the airport.  Where  was I going?  It really doesn’t matter; it was as we say in the business  world, another business trip.  As I was walking through the terminal  towards my gate, I glanced into one of the gift shops. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Something caught my eye and I was instantly drawn to it like a moth to a flame.  Why?  I don’t know.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was as if there was a tractor beam pulling me in.  However, I did  not resist it.  I simply followed its energy.  It lead me to a place I  rarely even think about, and can’t remember the last time I even looked  at it…the magazine rack.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Oprah caught my attention</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Wow,  was the first thing I thought to myself.  Do people really read all of  these magazines?  How many niche markets can there be?  My eyes moved  side to side like an old typewriter.  However, there was one magazine  that made me stop as if my old typewriter had jammed and I was taking a  closer look to figure out what the issue was. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The magazine that caught my attention had a big “O” on the cover.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was Oprah Winfrey’s magazine.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I am a huge  Oprah fan and am inspired by all that she has done, but I have never  purchased one of her magazines.  Today would be different. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The high price of flavored water</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As  I walked to the counter to pay for her magazine, I decided to also buy  something to drink.  I looked around at the countless number of flavored  waters and just reached out and picked the color that I felt like  drinking.  Just then, I glanced down at the price. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Really! I shouted in my head.  Does it really cost this much to drink colored, slightly flavored distilled water?</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> In any event, I was thirsty (and all the bars at the airport were closed) so I continued with this highway robbery. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Water and life change cost the same</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I  placed my “O” magazine and flavored, high priced tap water on the  counter.  Just then, I noticed the price of the “O” magazine.  I could  not believe it.  The sugar water I had purchased cost just as much as  the “O” magazine</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">.   I thought to myself, it costs just as much to drink tap water as it  does to read something that I believed could truly change my life as it  has inspired the lives of so many other people.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was at that moment I realized that for just about the same amount  of money as a bottled water or coffee or energy drink, you can buy a  book or a magazine that can inspire you and help you on your journey  toward achieving your aspirations and  life’s purpose. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So  the next time you reach for that green, yellow, purple or fuchsia  colored water you might as well pick up a life changing magazine or book  along with it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As soon as I am done writing this, I am going to open up my “O”  magazine, learn all I can from it, apply the ideas and principles and  become a better person and professional as I drink my “Water.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ja Marr</span><br />
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		<title>I Love That Guy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 02:41:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jbrown</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I love that guy!  
Recently, I have been engaging in a number of discussions with people about how life seems to have changed over the past couple of years.  The overwhelming sentiment is that life has been more challenging from a professional standpoint which has had some unfortunate personal consequences.  I have always said that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">I love that guy!  </span><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/iCmrGaxMXizJtUEIxv8OuhWIt-uSeaKFdTLBIv240VjWp2cAzQQ0h1oAGQyjBPP4SGzIElLVpSCDCsfR00SZolwsXDaXQm7nt37SY8FD2IYCC_dQ8w" alt="" width="328" height="246" /><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Recently, I have been engaging in a number of discussions with people about how life seems to have changed over the past couple of years.  </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">The overwhelming sentiment is that life has been more challenging from a professional standpoint which has had some unfortunate personal consequences.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">  I have always said that a person’s personal and professional lives are interconnected.  They are co-dependents of each other.  No matter how one tries to mask the issues in his or her professional or personal life, eventually one will affect the other.  I discuss this reality in great detail in my book, “What’s Your Sales Story?”  </span></p>
<p><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">I can see why you may be depressed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">As I reflect on the sobering discussions I have had with people, it is no wonder why the majority of people seem to be a little or a lot depressed…especially when they honestly open up to you.  Here are a few of the comments I have captured:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">   My Responsibilities have increased but I have less time to take care of them, jobs and careers are more demanding, friends and loved ones have less time for each other, you feel like you are just surviving vs. thriving and enjoying this life that we only get one chance to live, the world seems less and less safe every day.  </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Yes, these are all really good reasons to feel down, but regardless of your current state of affairs as long as you wake up with the ground below you vs. above you&#8230;you can do something about it.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">  </span></p>
<p><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">One picture can change everything.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Earlier this evening, as I was digging through pictures looking for the perfect one for my daughter’s school project, there was one picture that stopped me dead in my tracks.  A smile immediately came across my face and all thoughts of stress, worry and fatigue left my mind</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">.  Filling in the gaps made by their absence were feelings of happiness, peace, joy and optimism.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">  My Heart felt light and my Soul was uplifted.  My normal state of, “Anything is possible” and “The world is a beautiful and wondrous place” returned.  </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">That transformation and this blog entry is the offspring of that photo and four words I said to myself as I looked at it, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“I Love that guy!”</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">  </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">I Love That Guy!    </span><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/iCmrGaxMXizJtUEIxv8OuhWIt-uSeaKFdTLBIv240VjWp2cAzQQ0h1oAGQyjBPP4SGzIElLVpSCDCsfR00SZolwsXDaXQm7nt37SY8FD2IYCC_dQ8w" alt="" width="328" height="246" /><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Yes, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“I Love that guy,”</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"> is what I said to myself when I looked at that photo.  As I began to write this, I understood more and more why I said those words.  It is because it is so easy in life to get so wrapped up in the day to day trials and tribulations in life that you forget who you really are and become the person that you said you would never be</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">.  It is like the revelation that so many of us parents make when we realize that we are just like our parents.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">  The image of me in that photo reminded me of the person I have been striving to be in this life:  professionally successful yet fun loving and not taking myself too seriously, living life to the fullest with no regrets, young at heart and spirit, waking up feeling blessed and thanking God for all that I have, not worrying about or questioning what I don’t have, ensuring (like my parents told me as  a child) that my child’s life is better than my own</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #4f81bd; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">, being a living example for my child that life is beautiful and all things are possible regardless of the current state or situation you are in,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"> becoming your purpose in life and sharing your God given gifts and talents with the world, blessing others as I have been blessed.    </span></p>
<p><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #ff0000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Now it is time to tell Your Story.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">I find it fascinating that one single picture could inspire so much in me.  I guess it’s really true that, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">.  If you can relate to any part of this blog entry and you are going through a challenging time in your life right now, I encourage you to look through your old photos and find the one that makes your say, “I love that guy or that girl.”  I want you to really think about who the person in that photo is; think about their energy, their smile, attitude, their spirit, mind and soul.  Remember who that person is and what they are all about…but most importantly, remember that that person is you.  Be that person!</span></p>
<p><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">To Your Story,</span><br />
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		<title>I wonder what my son would be doing…?</title>
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For the past several months, I have  been taking a Water Aerobics class.  Yes, I said Water Aerobics! For you macho men out there,  don’t knock it until you try it.  It is not nearly as easy or girly  as some of you might think.  I will write more about my [...]]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">For the past several months, I have  been taking a Water Aerobics class.  Yes, I said Water Aerobics!</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">For you macho men out there,  don’t knock it until you try it.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> It is not nearly as easy or <em>girly </em> as some of you might think.  I will write more about my escapades  in that class at a different time as this article is about a life  changing  lesson that one of my instructors taught me last week.   Let’s  call her Gina.</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">The Punisher</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">From day one, Gina has been very hard  on me.  She is already known as the toughest and best instructor  at the gym.  Every time we do an exercise or a stretch she will  walk over to me and tell me to push it harder or I am not giving it  my all.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">As  I sit here writing this, the words; “faster, higher, move it, push  it, come on now and you can do better than that,” are screaming at  me louder than the music I am listening to on my IPod.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> That is what Gina yells as me throughout the entire hour long class.   It honestly feels like it did during Hell Week at the start of my H.S.  Football season.  In many ways, she is harder on me than my coach  was.  I must admit that at first, I was a little turned off by  her treatment of me.  What made matters worse was that I was the  youngest person in the class by at least 20 years and often times, the  only male…can you say awkward. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">I  dealt with the chastising and punishment for two reasons.  First,  I was taking the class for a purpose and was not about to let her  treatment  of me cause me to lose focus and quit.  Second, there was  a certain energy and strength about her that I admired.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> Last week, after more punishment during class, Gina and I had a brief  conversation that showed me just where that energy and strength and  treatment of me was coming from. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">I look at you and think   what if…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">Usually, after class a few of the  students  sit in the sauna for a cool down or warm down as it were.  That day after class it was just Gina and I in the sauna.  She  was asking me questions about my family, what I do for a living, my  hopes and dreams, etc. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">She  seemed intensely interested in what I was saying and kept telling me  how proud she was of me and to keep going.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">“Don’t let anything stop you,” she said.  As usual, I did  not want to dominate the discussion and wanted to learn more about her,  so I asked her to tell me about her life.  She proceeded to tell  me about how great her life has been and how at 67 years old, she and  her husband stay active and enjoy their life.  Then she asked me  my age and I told her.  Next she said that she has a son my age.   She said that unfortunately, he suffers from schizophrenia and  Parkinson’s  disease and can’t do a lot of the things he hoped he would do with  his life. </span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">Next  she hit me with one of the most touching and impactful things anyone  has ever said to me.  She said that, “Looking and watching you,  reminds me of what my son could have been.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;"> I see you and think, what if my son could live a normal life…he would  probably be just like you.”  She continued by saying, “That is why  I push you so hard.  You seem like such a bright, professional  and personable young man.  You have the world at your fingertips.   I want you to do and be all the things that my son can’t.” </span></span><span style="color: #000000;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">Life will never be  the same again</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">It is amazing how you  can learn from and benefit from the thoughts and wisdom of others if  you are an open minded person and allow yourself to “be affected”  by life.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Needless to say,  I was deeply affected by my conversation with Gina.  I can’t  think of very many compliments that are as great as telling someone  that they remind you of their son or in this case, what their son could  have been.  I will never forget Gina’s words to me and I will  use them to continue to improve and better my life.  I am not a  negative person or a complainer in general, but during those moments  when I find myself going down the glass half-full route, I will remember Gina’s words.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">There  is so much opportunity and life to experience…enjoy your life, live  in the moment, be appreciative for what you do have and not overly  focused  on what you don’t have. <span style="color: #000000;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">When  you think that your life is bad or not going in the right direction,  remember that you can do something about it, you do have control unlike  others that don’t such as Gina’s son or the soldiers in Iraq or  the people of Haiti.  Take full advantage of your life while you  can. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #1f497d; font-size: small;">When  you think about how difficult your life is, just remember all those  whose life is really tough and as Gina would say, <em>keep going, push  it, you can do it.</em> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;">Now it’s time to  tell your story</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">As you look back at your life, can  you think of any Gina types of people you have spoken to?  If so,  please share what you learned or should have learned from those  discussions.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">To Your Story!</span></p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 06:54:57 +0000</pubDate>
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Last year around this time, I wrote a blog entry titled, “The Best Night of My Life.” I really appreciate all of the positive feedback and comments I received from everyone that read it.  It was great to hear how such a personal and heartfelt story positively impacted so many people.  I also really enjoyed [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">Last year around this time, I wrote a blog entry titled,</span> </span></span><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/2009/02/the-best-night-of-my-life/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life.” </span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">I really appreciate all of the positive feedback and comments I received from everyone that read it.  It was great to hear how such a personal and heartfelt story positively impacted so many people.  I also really enjoyed hearing the stories of other fathers and daughters who could relate.  If you have not read it yet, please do so as well as other blogs I have written.  I would love to get your thoughts, comments and stories.  In the meantime, here I am at the local coffee shop exactly a year after I wrote</span>, </span></span><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/2009/02/the-best-night-of-my-life/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life…”</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">getting </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">to write about the best night of my life again.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-size: small;">However, this time, it was the Best </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Day</span></em></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> of My Life.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Best Day of My Life</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_18cs692pg6_b" alt="C:\Users\Ja Marr Brown\Pictures\2nd Father daughter dance\Lexi looking back.jpg" width="155" height="125" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">My favo</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">rite </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;">singer songwriter </span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">of all time is Lione</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">l Ritchie.  He has written </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">and recorded </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">some of the most </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">successful songs of all time. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">For some reason, his music t</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">ouches and inspires my soul.  A few years back, I was listening to the radio and Lionel Ritch</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">i</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">e was being interviewed about his most recent album release</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">. </span>I don’t remember the conversation verbatim, but essentially the interviewer asked him if he was disappointed about the fact that his most recent album had not done as</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"> well as previous albums. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel’s response</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> has stuck with me ever since.  He said something to the effect of, “How can I be disappointed?  I have created some of the most successful songs of all time…</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Truly, Three Times a Lady, Stuck on You (my personal favorite), Sail On, Hello </span></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">ect.    It is impossible for me to compete with myself.  I can’t top those songs and don’t even worry about trying. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">All I can do is the best I can do at the time.  Whatever happens, happens.  I just feel incredibly blessed to still be able to do what I love to do and to have had the success that I have had.” </span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">, I can relate</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_19mk84vxgd_b" alt="Lexi and carriage.jpg" width="186" height="139" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">You know how sometimes, you hear something that sticks with you.  You don’t know how or why it does, but you have a funny feeling that it will come in handy one day.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Well, that is exactly how </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lionel’s</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> response above affected me.  My daughter’s school’</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">s A</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">nnual Father Daughter Dance was last Saturday.  Just as I wrote in the</span> </span></span><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/2009/02/the-best-night-of-my-life/"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The Best Night of My Life” </span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">I was extremely excited and could not wait to experience that event with my daughter for the second time.  However, I must be honest with you and say that thoughts of “</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">How can we have a better experience at the dance this year vs. last year</span></em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">,” </span></em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">crept into my mind</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just as I was going through all of the things Lexi and I could do to make this year’s experience even better than last year, Lionel Ritchie’s voice entered my thoughts and I hear</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">d</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;"> him say, “You have already created the best.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Don’t try and compete with </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">yourself, just enjoy the moment and have the best time you can.  If you try and compete with last year, you will spend more time worrying about doing something that cannot be done…as opposed to being in the moment with your daughter and having the best time you can this year.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully I listened to Lionel and was amazed at what happened as a result.</span></span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Daddy, let’s go on an adventure</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">!</span></span></span> <img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_20hsj9thgr_b" alt="Lexi and Daddy 2.jpg" width="125" height="94" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">As Lexi and I pulled into the parking lot, I prepared myself to be free and act like a total kid like we did last year.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see, last year, I was expecting she and I to have this formal type of Father Daughter dance experience, but all she wanted to do was to play and be a kid…so once I got over myself and allowed myself to be in the moment, I acted the same and she an</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">d I had what she termed was, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">The</span></em></span></span> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">Best Night of her Life.</span></em></span></span><span style="color: #000000;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this year, I was expecting the same experience but what happened was the exact opposite.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> As we walked towards the event, Lexi grabbed my hand with that I’m not letting go firmness that those of us parents can relate to.  As we walked into the ballroom I saw a few of her friends running around and playing.  I turned to Lexi and said, “Honey, do you want to go play with your friends?”  Her response left me in shock.  She calmly said, “No, I want to stay with you.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don’t know how many more years, weeks, months or days </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have left </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">of my daughter choosing me over her friends, but I will treat everyone one of them like it is my last</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">She and I sat down and ate lunch.  Several times her friends came up to our table and asked her if </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">she </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">wanted to go play.  To my utter surprise, she kept saying, “Not right now, I am spending time with my daddy.”  Can you feel my heart melting! </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;">After lunch, the Fathers and Daughters were led to the dance floor where they taught us a couple of ballroom dances.  Lexi and I had a great time as she stepped on my feet and we danced to the Waltz and the Two Step.  After  dancing, I figured she would want to go on the Princess themed horse and carriage ride.  She told me that she did not want to.</span> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Daddy, all I want to do now is go on an adventure with you</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">.”  “What does that mean, I said.”  She said, “Let’s just walk around and discover things.”</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">So we did.  She grabbed my hand again and we walked outside of the ballroom and simply looked around, discovered interesting things, took photos with my </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">I Phone</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"> and talked about anything that came into our minds.  After awhile, I noticed other Fathers and Daughters following our lead and taking an adventure walk.  As we were walking, Lexi kept telling me, “<span class="misspell">Isn</span>’t this fun daddy?  I am having a great time.”</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then she asked me, “Daddy, are you having fun?”   I looked her in the eyes and said, “Lexi, this is the best day of my life.”</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="color: #000000;">Lionel Ritchie was right, you can’t compete with the best…but you can make the experience just as good!</span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: small;">Epilogue: </span></span></span><img style="border: medium none;" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dc2h7n4p_21gp7342c4_b" alt="Lexi and the girls.jpg" width="155" height="116" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">30 </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">minutes </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">or so into our adventure, several friends of Lexi’s ran up to her and begged her to go and play. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">I encouraged her to go and play and I took pictures.  No matter what, you have to let go sometime</span></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">…but always stay close!</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;">To Your Story!</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="misspell">Ja</span> <span class="misspell">Marr</span> </span></span></p>
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		<title>What are you Doing Right Now?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:53:27 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;">It is now 6:43 a.m. on a Saturday morning.  I actually woke up at 5:45 a.m. because I wanted to play golf early and then spend the rest of the day with my family.  However, here I am sitting at my kitchen table writing.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">The question is, Why am I at home  and not at the golf course as I had planned?</span> You might think my answer is simple or you might think it is complicated; but let me give it to you anyway.  The reason why I am sitting here vs. playing the sport I love (and got a hall pass from the wife to do this morning) is because I simply have something more important to do…not today, but in preparation for 5, 10, 15, 20 years from now.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">The Now = The Future</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">The quote that I came up with to help guide my life is as follows: “<span style="color: #3366ff;">Every action or thought either takes you closer to or further away from your aspirations in life.”</span> Without detailing the <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><em>Plan</em> </strong></span>for my life, let me just say that spending my morning writing and practicing a presentation for a seminar that I am giving at my Church on Monday evening is more aligned with my future plan and aspirations than playing golf this morning. <span style="color: #3366ff;"> Am I bummed?  No, because it is an awesome feeling to know that you made choices that will take you closer to the future you want to build for your family.</span> Believe me, I will find time for golf…just not today.   There is simply something more important to do.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">A Poem on Choice</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">This morning, as I was reviewing the myriad of notes and ideas I have written, I came across a small spiral notebook.  I remembered writing in the notebook after a friend of mine called me (several weeks ago) and asked me if I wanted to go to the golf driving range with him.  Once again, I opted to not go and instead spent my time working on the audio version of my book, “What’s Your Sales Story?”  <span style="color: #3366ff;">The following is what I wrote about some of the choices I have made since deciding to pursue my “Life Plan.”</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"> * You went to the driving range, played a lot of golf and your game improved.  I did not go to the range, did not play as much golf and my game suffered.<br />
* You went to bed early and woke up late.  I stayed up late and woke up early as I developed my ideas.<br />
* You hung out with friends and watched Monday night football.  I hung out with family and wrote while I watched Monday night football.<br />
* You went to the gym on a regular basis.  I kept paying $25.00 a month membership fee and went to the gym seldomly…always with my personal journal in hand.<br />
* You ate 3 meals a day.  I at times was so focused and inspired that I forgot to eat.<br />
* You thought about what you wanted to do with your life.  I acted on what I wanted to do with my life.<br />
* You were stomped by “How” you would accomplish your aspirations.  I was inspired by “WHY” I wanted to achieve my aspirations.<br />
* You talked about the time you did not have.  I took advantage of the time I did have.<br />
* You looked at other people’s success and asked, “Why them and not me?”  I looked at other people’s success and said, “Let me learn as much as I can from them.”<br />
* You led a good life but never reached your full potential.  I led an inspired life and discovered that the sky truly was the limit.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Ja Marr, what does this mean?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I think the moral of the story is that the bigger your aspirations in life, the more you have to “Sacrifice.”<span style="color: #3366ff;"> I put the word “Sacrifice” in quotes because oddly enough, as I reread the previous section and reflected of the choices I have made, I really do not see them as “Sacrifices” at all.</span> As a matter of fact, they were all great experiences and I would make the same choices again.  <span style="color: #3366ff;">They are what have made me and continue to make me the person that I am and are taking me closer to the person I want to become.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I am going to stop writing now because I could easily write a book on what I was trying to explain in the previous paragraph. As a matter of fact, I just might do that.  In the meantime, I would love to read your thoughts and comments about this post. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr </span></p>
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		<title>Are You Spending all of Your Time Providing?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:58:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since I was a little kid, I have always liked to observe and listen to older adults. I remember sitting by my grandparents’ side during family get-togethers and just talking to them while the rest of my brothers and cousins played games. There were times when the adults would tell me to go and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/heartscale.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-410" title="heartscale" src="http://whatsyoursalesstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/heartscale-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><span style="color: #000000;">Ever since I was a little kid, I have always liked to observe and listen to older adults. I remember sitting by my grandparents’ side during family get-togethers and just talking to them while the rest of my brothers and cousins played games. There were times when the adults would tell me to go and play instead of just sitting there watching them. <span style="color: #3366ff;">I was simply fascinated by their knowledge and wisdom and perspective on life. </span>Take my father for example. He is an extremely intelligent person and a great communicator, but he often times chooses to not engage in conversations despite the fact that he may be the most knowledgeable on the subject. When I was a child, one day I asked him why he did not talk much when we had company over. <span style="color: #3366ff;">His response to me was, “Son, you can only learn when you listen to other people. You already know what you think and what your opinion is. By listening, you may pick up on a new perspective that you had not thought of or may learn information that can change your life.”</span> That is one lesson I have always abided by. Two nights ago, I learned another life altering lesson from one of my mentors who is in his late 70s. Let’s call him Rudy.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">Time lost while providing.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">“I have not heard from you in awhile. Where have you been?” was what Rudy said to me when I answered my cell phone. <span style="color: #3366ff;">“I have been traveling and working like crazy,” I said. “Oh, you have been out there providing for your family,” Rudy said. I replied, “Well, you know how that goes.”</span> Then Rudy proceeded to tell me something that hit me like a ton of bricks. “Ja Marr,” he said, “I am retired now, but there was a time when I was just like you…out there providing for my family. I used to go to work at 6:00 AM and come home at 9:00 PM. I would be so tired that I would only have enough energy to grab a quick dinner and go to sleep. It got to the point where my kids were surprised to see me when I was home. I missed many family gatherings and significant events in my children’s lives because I was out their Providing for my family. <span style="color: #3366ff;">Although I made a great living and gave my family the best material items, what I realize now, many years later was that I had spent more time Providing for my family than I did Being there for my family.</span> And now, here I am at the twilight of my life trying to make up for lost time. However, it is too late for me and my kids. Now I am trying to do what I wish I had done years ago with my grandkids. I am just happy that I have lived long enough to do it.”</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">The balancing act.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">After I hung up the phone with Rudy, I sat on my sofa for about 30 minutes contemplating what he had just told me. <span style="color: #3366ff;">Although I have made a conscious effort to balance work and family, you can never be reminded enough of the importance of doing that.</span> As a matter of fact, a key component of The Kaizen Way Philosophy that I developed is based on being as efficient as possible at work or in your career so that you don’t take up family time with unfinished work. If you want to learn more about The Kaizen process of being successful at work and at home, please e-mail me at </span><a href="mailto:info@thekaizenway.com"><span style="color: #000000;">info@thekaizenway.com</span></a><span style="color: #000000;">.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">I hope that everyone reading this always keeps my conversation with Rudy top of mind. <span style="color: #3366ff;">At the end of the day, as you are Providing for your family, don’t forget to Be there for your family as well.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Time to tell your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Please send me your comments or stories in response to this post.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">To Your Story!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Ja Marr</span></p>
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