Monday Pick Me Up ~ 62 Year Old Reaches North Pole

Do enjoy this story, I have met this man and he is truly an awesome individual!

Shared By Carla

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Ever struggle to achieve a goal?

I’m about to remove your excuses -forever. Raymond Aaron, at the age of 62, heard about a crazy thing called the Polar Race. This is a race where a handful of extreme athletes travel 350 miles across arctic ice-fields to reach the Magnetic North Pole. Using only skis and sleds. Under their own power. No motors. No kidding. And Raymond did what many don’t ever do – he finished the race. Alive.

So what’s your excuse for not achieving your goals? Raymond pushed himself beyond human limits – and did something well beyond the abilities of most people half his age. “The Polar Race is by far the toughest thing I’ve ever done,” says Raymond. “I would never do it again.” Then he smiles. “But I highly recommend doing it once.”

So how tough was it, really?

Raymond spent April in the Arctic, racing to the Pole with competitors half his age, pulling a 100-pound sled, skiing the equivalent of a marathon every day. He lost a pound of body weight every day. At times, he thought he might die. At times, he wanted to quit. But quitting the Polar Race is not an option. If you want to live, you keep moving.

Raymond endured the hardships of the subzero temperatures, fields of ice rubble, and dragging that hundred pound sled behind him. He suffered frostbite on his face. One night, Raymond lay in his sleeping bag listening to a polar bear rummage around his campsite. The coldest day of the race came just four days into the three-week ordeal. The race teams forced themselves to move through a bone shattering -68°day.

“It’s hard to describe because it’s so shocking. Cold wind instantly freezes you. It’s just so frightening.” Says Raymond. While it was the most difficult thing Raymond had ever done, it also turned out to be the most rewarding. Completing the race was a triumph few people will ever know.

“I learned that I could go beyond what I thought were my limits,” says Raymond. “We are capable of much more than we believe we are capable of.” Fitting, because Raymond’s job back in the “everyday world” is teaching people how to achieve their life’s goals.

“Anyone can do just about anything they set their mind to,” Raymond says. “And I’m living proof.”

Raymond offers a free video course on how to set and achieve your goals.

He has a totally unique spin on this subject: “There is a way to write your goals so that you always achieve them, every single time,” Raymond says. Every time?

“Really,” he smiles. “Every time. It’s almost like the goals achieve themselves. It’s quite elegant.”

Check out Raymond’s goal-setting video here: http://monthlymentor.com/goals/

Monday Pick Me Up – A Lifetime of Planning Pays Off

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“You gotta be crazy!”

That’s what Lee Dunham’s friends told him back in 1971 when he gave up a secure job as a police officer and invested his life savings in the notoriously risky restaurant business.

This particular restaurant was more than just risky, it was downright dangerous. It was the first McDonald’s franchise in the city of New York – smack in the middle of crime-ridden Harlem.Lee as always had plans.

When other kids were playing ball in the empty lots of Brooklyn, Lee was playing entrepreneur, collecting milk bottles and returning them to grocery stores for the deposits. He had his own shoeshine stand and worked delivering newspapers and groceries. Early on, he promised his mother that one day she would never again have to wash other people’s clothes for a living. He was going to start his own business and support her.

“Hush your mouth and do your homework,” she told him.

She knew that no member of the Dunham family had ever risen above the level of laborer, let alone owned a business. “There’s no way you’re going to open your own business,” his mother told him repeatedly.

Years passed, but Lee’s penchant for dreaming and planning did not.

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After high school, he joined the Air Force, where his goal of one day owning a family restaurant began to take shape. He enrolled in the Air Force food service school and became such an accomplished cook he was promoted to the officers’ dining hall.

When he left the Air Force, he worked for four years in several restaurants, including one in the famed Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York. Lee longed to start his own restaurant but felt he lacked the business skills to be successful. He signed up for business school and took classes at night while he applied and was hired to be a police officer. For fifteen years he worked full-time as a police officer.

In his off-hours, he worked part-time as a carpenter and continued to attend business school. “I saved every penny I earned as a police officer,” he recalled.

“For ten years, I didn’t spend one dime – there were no movies, no vacations, no trips to the ballpark. There were only work and study and my lifelong dream of owning my own business.”

By 1971, Lee had saved $42,000, and it was time for him to make his vision a reality. Lee wanted to open an upscale restaurant in Brooklyn.  With a business plan in hand, he set out to seek financing. The banks refused him. Unable to get funding to open an independent restaurant, Lee turned to franchising and filled out numerous applications. McDonald’s offered him a franchise, with one stipulation: Lee had to set up a McDonald’s in the inner-city, the first to be located there.

McDonald’s wanted to find out if its type of fast-food restaurant could be successful in the inner city. It seemed that Lee might be the right person to operate that first restaurant.  To get the franchise, Lee would have to invest his life savings and borrow $150,000 more. Everything for which he’d worked and sacrificed all those years would be on the line – a very thin line if he believed his friends. Lee spent many sleepless nights before making his decision.  In the end, he put his faith in the years of preparation he’d invested – the dreaming, planning, studying and saving – and signed on the dotted line to operate the first inner-city McDonald’s in the United States.

The first few months were a disaster. Gang fights, gunfire, and other violent incidents plagued his restaurant and scared customers away.  Inside, employees stole his food and cash, and his safe was broken into routinely. To make matters worse, Lee couldn’t get any help from McDonald’s headquarters; the company’s representatives were too afraid to venture into the ghetto.  Lee was on his own.

Although he had been robbed of his merchandise, his profits, and his confidence, Lee was not going to be robbed of his dream. Lee fell back on what he had always believed in – preparation and planning.

Lee put together a strategy. First, he sent a strong message to the neighborhood thugs that McDonald’s wasn’t going to be their turf. To make his ultimatum stick, he needed to offer an alternative to crime and violence. In the eyes of those kids, Lee saw the same look of helplessness he had seen in his own family. He knew that there was hope and opportunity in that neighborhood and he was going to prove it to the kids.

He decided to serve more than meals to his community – he would serve solutions. Lee spoke openly with gang members, challenging them to rebuild their lives. Then he did what some might say was unthinkable: he hired gang members and put them to work.

He tightened up his operation and conducted spot checks on cashiers to weed out thieves. Lee improved working conditions and once a week he offered his employees classes in customer service and management. He encouraged them to develop personal and professional goals. He always stressed two things: his restaurant offered a way out of a dead-end life and the faster and more efficiently the employees served the customers, the more lucrative that way would be.

In the community, Lee sponsored athletic teams and scholarships to get kids off the streets and into community centers and schools. The New York inner-city restaurant became McDonald’s most profitable franchise worldwide, earning more than $1.5 million a year. Company representatives who wouldn’t set foot in Harlem months earlier now flocked to Lee’s doors, eager to learn how he did it.

To Lee, the answer was simple: “Serve the customers,the employees, and the community.” Today, Lee Dunham owns nine restaurants, employs 435 people, and serves thousands of meals every day.

It’s been many years since his mother had to take in wash to pay the bills. More importantly, Lee paved the way for thousands of African-American entrepreneurs who are working to make their dreams a reality, helping their communities, and serving up hope.

All this was possible because a little boy understood the need to dream, to plan, and to prepare for the future. In doing so, he changed his life and the lives of others.

Cynthia Kersey Excerpted/Adapted from Unstoppable Copyright 1988 by Cynthia Kersey, www.unstoppable.net

Monday Pick Me Up – Don’t We All…

Shared By Carla

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I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of those “don’t want to be bothered times.” “I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money,” I thought.

He didn’t.

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look like he could have enough money
to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke. “That’s a very pretty car,” he said. He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm.

I said, “thanks,” and continued wiping off my car. He sat there quietly as I worked.  The expected plea for money never came.  As the silence between us widened something inside said, “ask him if he needs any help.” I was sure that he would say “yes” but I held true to the inner voice. “Do you need any help?” I asked.

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.

“Don’t we all?” he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun. Don’t we all? I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help.

I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too.

No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place
to sleep, you can give help. Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that. You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.

They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, “go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.”

Don’t we all?

Author Unknown

Monday Pick Me Up ~ St. Valentine Story

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Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn’t like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn’t the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.

Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn’t going to support that law!

Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies — secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.

One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.

I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.

One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, “Love from your Valentine.”

I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine’s Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh — because they know that love can’t be beaten!

Written by Ángela Ruiz

The Power of Love
– Celine Dion

The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling like thunder now
As I look in your eyes

I hold on to your body
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake

(Chorus – 1)
‘Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I’ll do all that I can

Lost is how I’m feeling lying in your arms
When the world outside’s too
Much to take
That all ends when I’m with you

Even though there may be times
It seems I’m far away
Never wonder where I am
‘Cause I am always by your side

(Chorus – 1)

(Chorus – 2)
We’re heading for something
Somewhere I’ve never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I’m ready to learn
Of the power of love

The sound of your heart beating
Made it clear
Suddenly the feeling that I can’t go on
Is light years away

(Chorus – 1)

(Chorus – 2)

Monday Pick Me Up – To Have It All

Shared By Carla

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My journey of self-discovery continued, and I was expanding my sense of myself and my own identity. In many ways, I thought that I was finally starting to feel successful and happy.

I had a growing sense of well-being and satisfaction, and I adored being a mother and taking care of my son. I was enjoying my life as a single woman and investing plenty of quality time in my relationship with my son Michel. In addition, I bought a lovely, beautifully decorated four bedroom home in a wonderful neighborhood. I was making a good living, earning more and more each year.

I sensed that I was on the path to my destiny of helping others. I was feeling optimistic about life and more secure than ever as I consciously worked on developing a sense of worthiness. I was bravely facing my difficult negative emotions, learning what I could from them and actively choosing to replace them with more positive feelings.

However, there was still something missing.

As much as I was making progress, I knew that I had the power within me to create so much more. Financial worries, and fears that I might not find love again, gnawed at me. I didn’t know why I was so restless and was experiencing a sense of lack.

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