<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:39:17.861-07:00</updated><category term='STILL SKEPTICAL'/><category term='rich dad poor dad'/><category term='Come Join'/><category term='bull riding'/><category term='serious money'/><title type='text'>The Milkman Bog</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories of an overworked and underpaid Milkman, who woke up one day and took control of his financial independance.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-7766244485072663259</id><published>2010-02-24T15:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:49:11.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHAPTER 15&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO OUTWIT THE SIX GHOSTS OF FEAR&lt;br /&gt;Take Inventory of Yourself, As You&lt;br /&gt;Read This Closing Chapter, and Find&lt;br /&gt;Out How Many of the “Ghosts” Are&lt;br /&gt;Standing in Your Way&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE you can put any portion of this philosophy into successful use, your&lt;br /&gt;mind must be prepared to receive it. The preparation is not difficult. It begins&lt;br /&gt;with study, analysis, and understanding of three enemies which you shall have&lt;br /&gt;to clear out. These are INDECISION, DOUBT, and FEAR! The Sixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;will never function while these three negatives, or any of them remain in your&lt;br /&gt;mind. The members of this unholy trio are closely related; where one is found,&lt;br /&gt;the other two are close at hand.&lt;br /&gt;INDECISION is the seedling of FEAR! Remember this, as you&lt;br /&gt;read. Indecision crystalizes into DOUBT, the two blend and become&lt;br /&gt;FEAR! The “blending” process often is slow. This is one reason why&lt;br /&gt;these three enemies are so dangerous. They germinate and grow&lt;br /&gt;without their presence being observed.&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of this chapter describes an end which must be attained before&lt;br /&gt;the philosophy, as a whole, can be put into practical use. It also analyzes a&lt;br /&gt;condition which has, but lately, reduced huge numbers of people to poverty,&lt;br /&gt;and it states a truth which must be understood by all who accumulate riches,&lt;br /&gt;whether measured in terms of money or a state of mind of far greater value&lt;br /&gt;than money. The purpose of this chapter is to turn the spotlight of attention&lt;br /&gt;upon the cause and the cure of the six basic fears. Before we can master an&lt;br /&gt;enemy, we must know its name, its habits, and its place of abode. As you read,&lt;br /&gt;analyze yourself carefully, and determine which, if any, of the six common&lt;br /&gt;fears have attached themselves to you.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be deceived by the habits of these subtle enemies. Sometimes they&lt;br /&gt;remain hidden in the subconscious mind, where they are difficult to locate,&lt;br /&gt;and still more difficult to eliminate. THE SIX BASIC FEARS&lt;br /&gt;There are six basic fears, with some combination of which every human&lt;br /&gt;suffers at one tune or another. Most people are fortunate if they do not suffer&lt;br /&gt;from the entire six. Named in the order of their most common appearance,&lt;br /&gt;they are:—&lt;br /&gt;The fear of POVERTY&lt;br /&gt;The fear of CRITICISM&lt;br /&gt;The fear of ILL HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;The fear of LOSS OF LOVE OF SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;The fear of OLD AGE&lt;br /&gt;The fear of DEATH&lt;br /&gt;All other fears are of minor importance, they can be grouped under these six&lt;br /&gt;headings.&lt;br /&gt;The prevalence of these fears, as a curse to the world, runs in cycles. For&lt;br /&gt;almost six years, while the depression was on, we floundered in the cycle of&lt;br /&gt;FEAR OF POVERTY. During the world war, we were in the cycle of FEAR&lt;br /&gt;OF DEATH. Just following the war, we were in the cycle of FEAR OF ILL&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH, as evidenced by the epidemic of disease which spread itself all&lt;br /&gt;over the world. Fears are nothing more than states of mind. One’s state of&lt;br /&gt;mind is subject to control and direction. Physicians, as everyone knows, are&lt;br /&gt;less subject to attack by disease than ordinary laymen, for the reason that&lt;br /&gt;physicians DO NOT FEAR DISEASE. Physicians, without fear or hesitation,&lt;br /&gt;have been known to physically contact hundreds of people, daily, who were&lt;br /&gt;suffering from such contagious diseases as small-pox, without becoming&lt;br /&gt;infected. Their immunity against the disease consisted, largely, if not solely,&lt;br /&gt;in their absolute lack of FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Man can create nothing which he does not first conceive in the&lt;br /&gt;form of an impulse of thought. Following this statement, comes&lt;br /&gt;another of still greater importance, namely, MAN’S THOUGHT IMPULSES&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN IMMEDIATELY TO TRANSLATE THEMSELVES&lt;br /&gt;INTO THEIR PHYSICAL EQUIVALENT, WHETHER THOSE&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHTS ARE VOLUNTARY OR INVOLUNTARY. Thought&lt;br /&gt;impulses which are picked up through the ether, by mere chance&lt;br /&gt;(thoughts which have been released by other minds) may determine one’s&lt;br /&gt;financial, business, professional, or social destiny just as surely as do the&lt;br /&gt;thought impulses which one creates by intent and design.&lt;br /&gt;We are here laying the foundation for the presentation of a fact&lt;br /&gt;of great importance to the person who does not understand why&lt;br /&gt;some people appear to be “lucky” while others of equal or greater&lt;br /&gt;ability, training, experience, and brain capacity, seem destined to&lt;br /&gt;ride with misfortune. This fact may be explained by the statement&lt;br /&gt;that every human being has the ability to completely control his own&lt;br /&gt;mind, and with this control, obviously, every person may open his mind to the&lt;br /&gt;tramp thought impulses which are being released by other brains, or close the&lt;br /&gt;doors tightly and admit only thought impulses of his own choice.&lt;br /&gt;Nature has endowed man with absolute control over but one thing, and that is&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT. This fact, coupled with the additional fact that everything which&lt;br /&gt;man creates, begins in the form of a thought, leads one very near to the&lt;br /&gt;principle by which FEAR may be mastered.&lt;br /&gt;If it is true that ALL THOUGHT HAS A TENDENCY TO CLOTHE ITSELF&lt;br /&gt;IN ITS PHYSICAL EQUIVALENT (and this is true, beyond any reasonable&lt;br /&gt;room for doubt), it is equally true that thought impulses of fear and poverty&lt;br /&gt;cannot be translated into terms of courage and financial gain.&lt;br /&gt;The people of America began to think of poverty, following the Wall Street&lt;br /&gt;crash of 1929. Slowly, but surely that mass thought was crystalized into its&lt;br /&gt;physical equivalent, which was kno wn as a “depression.” This had to happen,&lt;br /&gt;it is in conformity with the laws of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;THE FEAR OF POVERTY&lt;br /&gt;There can be no compromise between POVERTY and RICHES!&lt;br /&gt;The two roads that lead to poverty and riches travel in opposite&lt;br /&gt;directions. If you want riches, you must refuse to accept any&lt;br /&gt;circumstance that leads toward poverty. (The word “riches” is here&lt;br /&gt;used in its broadest sense, meaning financial, spiritual, mental and&lt;br /&gt;material estates). The starting point of the path that leads to riches&lt;br /&gt;is DESIRE. In chapter one, you received full instructions for the&lt;br /&gt;proper use of DESIRE. In this chapter, on FEAR, you have complete&lt;br /&gt;instructions for preparing your mind to make practical use ofDESIRE.&lt;br /&gt;Here, then, is the place to give yourself a challenge which will definitely&lt;br /&gt;determine how much of this philosophy you have absorbed. Here is the point&lt;br /&gt;at which you can turn prophet and foretell, accurately, what the future holds in&lt;br /&gt;store for you. If, after reading this chapter, you are willing to accept poverty,&lt;br /&gt;you may as well make up your mind to receive poverty. This is one decision&lt;br /&gt;you cannot avoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you demand riches, determine what form, and how much will be required to&lt;br /&gt;satisfy you. You know the road that leads to riches. You have been given a&lt;br /&gt;road map which, if followed, will keep you on that road. If you neglect to&lt;br /&gt;make the start, or stop before you arrive, no one will be to blame, but YOU.&lt;br /&gt;This responsibility is yours. No alibi will save you from accepting the&lt;br /&gt;responsibility if you now fail or refuse to demand riches of Life, because the&lt;br /&gt;acceptance calls for but one thing—incidentally, the only thing you can&lt;br /&gt;control—and that is a STATE OF MIND. A state of mind is something that&lt;br /&gt;one assumes. It cannot be purchased, it must be created. Fear of poverty is a&lt;br /&gt;state of mind, nothing else! But it is sufficient to destroy one’s chances of&lt;br /&gt;achievement in any undertaking, a truth which became painfully evident&lt;br /&gt;during the depression.&lt;br /&gt;This fear paralyzes the faculty of reason, destroys the faculty of imagination,&lt;br /&gt;kills off self-reliance, undermines enthusiasm, discourages initiative, leads to&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty of purpose, encourages procrastination, wipes out enthusiasm and&lt;br /&gt;makes self-control an impossibility. It takes the charm from one’s personality,&lt;br /&gt;destroys the possibility of accurate thinking, diverts concentration of effort, it&lt;br /&gt;masters persistence, turns the will-power into nothingness, destroys ambition,&lt;br /&gt;beclouds the memory and invites failure in every conceivable form; it kills&lt;br /&gt;love and assassinates the finer emotions of the heart, discourages friendship&lt;br /&gt;and invites disaster in a hundred forms, leads to sleeplessness, misery and&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness—and all this despite the obvious truth that we live in a world of&lt;br /&gt;over-abundance of everything the heart could desire, with nothing standing&lt;br /&gt;between us and our desires, excepting lack of a definite purpose.&lt;br /&gt;The Fear of Poverty is, without doubt, the most destructive of&lt;br /&gt;the six basic fears. It has been placed at the head of the list,&lt;br /&gt;because it is the most difficult to master. Considerable courage is&lt;br /&gt;required to state the truth about the origin of this fear, and still greater courage&lt;br /&gt;to accept the truth after it has been stated. The fear of poverty grew out of&lt;br /&gt;man’s inherited tendency to PREY UPON HIS FELLOW MAN&lt;br /&gt;ECONOMICALLY. Nearly all animals lower than man are motivated by&lt;br /&gt;instinct, but their capacity to “think” is limited, therefore, they prey upon one&lt;br /&gt;another physically. Man, with his superior sense of intuition, with the capacity&lt;br /&gt;to think and to reason, does not eat his fellowman bodily, he gets more&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction out of “eating” him FINANCIALLY. Man is so avaricious that&lt;br /&gt;every conceivable law has been passed to safeguard him from his fellowman.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the ages of the world, of which we know anything, the age in which we&lt;br /&gt;live seems to be one that is outstanding because of man’s money-madness. A&lt;br /&gt;man is considered less than the dust of the earth, unless he can display a fat&lt;br /&gt;bank account; but if he has money—NEVER MIND HOW HE ACQUIRED&lt;br /&gt;IT—he is a “king” or a “big shot”; he is above the law, he rules in politics, he&lt;br /&gt;dominates in business, and the whole world about him bows in respect when&lt;br /&gt;he passes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing brings man so much suffering and humility as POVERTY! Only&lt;br /&gt;those who have experienced poverty understand the full meaning of this.&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder that man fears poverty. Through a long line of inherited&lt;br /&gt;experiences man has learned, for sure, that some men cannot be trusted, where&lt;br /&gt;matters of money and earthly possessions are concerned. This is a rather&lt;br /&gt;stinging indictment, the worst part of it being that it is TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of marriages are motivated by the wealth possessed by one, or&lt;br /&gt;both of the contracting parties. It is no wonder, therefore, that the divorce&lt;br /&gt;courts are busy. So eager is man to possess wealth that he will acquire it in&lt;br /&gt;whatever manner he can—through legal methods if possiblethrough other&lt;br /&gt;methods if necessary or expedient.&lt;br /&gt;Self-analysis may disclose weaknesses which one does not like&lt;br /&gt;to acknowledge. This form of examination is essential to all who&lt;br /&gt;demand of Life more than mediocrity and poverty. Remember, as&lt;br /&gt;you check yourself point by point, that you are both the court and&lt;br /&gt;the jury, the prosecuting attorney and the attorney for the defense,&lt;br /&gt;and that you are the plaintiff and the defendant, also, that you are&lt;br /&gt;on trial. Face the facts squarely. Ask yourself definite questions and&lt;br /&gt;demand direct replies. When the examination is over, you will know more&lt;br /&gt;about yourself. If you do not feel that you can be an impartial&lt;br /&gt;judge in this self-examination, call upon someone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;well to serve as judge while you cross-examine yourself. You are&lt;br /&gt;after the truth. Get it, no matter at what cost even though it may&lt;br /&gt;temporarily embarrass you!&lt;br /&gt;The majority of people, if asked what they fear most, would reply, “I fear&lt;br /&gt;nothing.” The reply would be inaccurate, because few people realize that they&lt;br /&gt;are bound, handicapped, whipped spiritually and physically through some&lt;br /&gt;form of fear. So subtle and deeply seated is the emotion of fear that one may&lt;br /&gt;go through life burdened with it, never recognizing its presence. Only a&lt;br /&gt;courageous analysis will disclose the presence of this universal enemy. When&lt;br /&gt;you begin such an analysis, search deeply into your character. Here is a list of&lt;br /&gt;the symptoms for which you should look:&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR OF POVERTY&lt;br /&gt;INDIFFERENCE. Commonly expressed through lack of ambition;&lt;br /&gt;willingness to tolerate poverty; acceptance of whatever compensation life may&lt;br /&gt;offer without protest; mental and physical laziness; lack of initiative,&lt;br /&gt;imagination, enthusiasm and self-control INDECISION. The habit of&lt;br /&gt;permitting others to do one’s thinking. Staying “on the fence.”&lt;br /&gt;DOUBT. Generally expressed through alibis and excuses designed to cover&lt;br /&gt;up, explain away, or apologize for one’s failures, sometimes expressed in the&lt;br /&gt;form of envy of those who are successful, or by criticising them.&lt;br /&gt;WORRY. Usually expressed by finding fault with others, a tendency to spend&lt;br /&gt;beyond one’s income, neglect of personal appearance, scowling and frowning;&lt;br /&gt;intemperance in the use of alcoholic drink, sometimes through the use of&lt;br /&gt;narcotics; nervousness, lack of poise, self-consciousness and lack of selfreliance.&lt;br /&gt;OVER-CAUTION. The habit of looking for the negative side of every&lt;br /&gt;circumstance, thinking and talking of possible failure instead of&lt;br /&gt;concentrating upon the means of succeeding. Knowing all the roads&lt;br /&gt;to disaster, but never searching for the plans to avoid failure. Wait- ing for&lt;br /&gt;“the right time” to begin putting ideas and plans into action, until the waiting&lt;br /&gt;becomes a permanent habit. Remembering those who have failed, and&lt;br /&gt;forgetting those who have succeeded. Seeing the hole in the doughnut, but&lt;br /&gt;overlooking the doughnut. Pessimism, leading to indigestion, poor&lt;br /&gt;elimination, autointoxication, bad breath and bad disposition.&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION. The habit of putting off until tomorrow that&lt;br /&gt;which should have been done last year. Spending enough time in&lt;br /&gt;creating alibis and excuses to have done the job. This symptom is&lt;br /&gt;closely related to over-caution, doubt and worry. Refusal to accept&lt;br /&gt;responsibility when it can be avoided. Willingness to compromise&lt;br /&gt;rather than put up a stiff fight. Compromising with difficulties&lt;br /&gt;instead of harnessing and using them as stepping stones to&lt;br /&gt;advancement. Bargaining with Life for a penny, instead of&lt;br /&gt;demanding prosperity, opulence, riches, contentment and&lt;br /&gt;happiness. Planning what to do IF AND WHEN OVERTAKEN BY&lt;br /&gt;FAILURE, INSTEAD OF BURNING ALL BRIDGES AND MAKING&lt;br /&gt;RETREAT IMPOSSIBLE. Weakness of, and often total lack of&lt;br /&gt;selfconfidence,&lt;br /&gt;definiteness of purpose, self-control, initiative, enthusiasm, ambition, thrift&lt;br /&gt;and sound reasoning ability. EXPECTING POVERTY INSTEAD OF&lt;br /&gt;DEMANDING RICHES. Association with those who accept poverty instead&lt;br /&gt;of seeking the company of those who demand and receive riches. MONEY&lt;br /&gt;TALKS!&lt;br /&gt;Some will ask, “why did you write a book about money? Why measure riches&lt;br /&gt;in dollars, alone?” Some will believe, and rightly so, that there are other forms&lt;br /&gt;of riches more desirable than money. Yes, there are riches which cannot be&lt;br /&gt;measured in terms of dollars, but there are millions of people who will say,&lt;br /&gt;“Give me all the money I need, and I will find everything else I want.” The&lt;br /&gt;major reason why I wrote this book on how to get money is the fact that the&lt;br /&gt;world has but lately passed through an experience that left millions of men&lt;br /&gt;and women paralyzed with the FEAR OF POVERTY. What this sort of fear&lt;br /&gt;does to one was well described by Westbrook Pegler, in the New York World-&lt;br /&gt;Telegram, viz:&lt;br /&gt;“Money is only clam shells or metal discs or scraps of paper,&lt;br /&gt;and there are treasures of the heart and soul which mone y cannot buy, but&lt;br /&gt;most people, being broke, are unable to keep this in mind and sustain their&lt;br /&gt;spirits. When a man is down and out and on the street, unable to get any job at&lt;br /&gt;all, something happens to his spirit which can be observed in the droop of his&lt;br /&gt;shoulders, the set of his hat, his walk and his gaze. He cannot escape a feeling&lt;br /&gt;of inferiority among people with regular employment, even though he knows&lt;br /&gt;they are definitely not his equals in character, intelligence or ability. “These&lt;br /&gt;people—even his friends—feel, on the other hand, a sense of superiority and&lt;br /&gt;regard him, perhaps unconsciously, as a casualty. He may borrow for a time,&lt;br /&gt;but not enough to carry on in his accustomed way, and he cannot continue to&lt;br /&gt;borrow very long. But borrowing in itself, when a man is borrowing merely&lt;br /&gt;to live, is a depressing experience, and the money lacks the power of earned&lt;br /&gt;money to revive his spirits. Of course, none of this applies to bums or habitual&lt;br /&gt;ne’er-do-wells, but only to men of normal ambitions and self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;“WOMEN CONCEAL DESPAIR.&lt;br /&gt;“Women in the same predicament must be different. We somehow do not&lt;br /&gt;think of women at all in considering the down-andouters. They are scarce in&lt;br /&gt;the breadlines, they rarely are seen begging on the streets, and they are not&lt;br /&gt;recognizable in crowds by the same plain signs which identify busted men. Of&lt;br /&gt;course, I do not mean the shuffling hags of the city streets who are the&lt;br /&gt;opposite number of the confirmed male bums. I mean reasonably young,&lt;br /&gt;decent and intelligent women. There must be many of them, but their despair&lt;br /&gt;is not apparent. Maybe they kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;“When a man is down and out he has time on his hands for&lt;br /&gt;brooding. He may travel miles to see a man about a job and&lt;br /&gt;discover that the job is filled or that it is one of those jobs with no&lt;br /&gt;base pay but only a commission on the sale of some useless knickknack&lt;br /&gt;which nobody would buy, except out of pity. Turning that&lt;br /&gt;down, he finds himself back on the street with nowhere to go but&lt;br /&gt;just anywhere. So he walks and walks. He gazes into store windows&lt;br /&gt;at luxuries which are not for him, and feels inferior and gives way to&lt;br /&gt;people who stop to look with an active interest. He wanders into the&lt;br /&gt;railroad station or puts himself down in the library to ease his legs&lt;br /&gt;and soak up a little heat, but that isn’ t looking for a job, so he gets&lt;br /&gt;going again. He may not know it, but his aimlessness would give him away&lt;br /&gt;even if the very lines of his figure did not. He may be well dressed in the&lt;br /&gt;clothes left over from the days when he had a steady job, but the clothes&lt;br /&gt;cannot disguise the droop. “MONEY MAKES DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;“He sees thousands of other people, bookkeepers or clerks or chemists or&lt;br /&gt;wagon hands, busy at their work and envies them from the bottom of his soul.&lt;br /&gt;They have their independence, their selfrespect and manhood, and he simply&lt;br /&gt;cannot convince himself that he is a good man, too, though he argue it out and&lt;br /&gt;arrive at a favorable verdict hour after hour.&lt;br /&gt;“It is just money which makes this difference in him. With a little money he&lt;br /&gt;would be himself again.&lt;br /&gt;“Some employers take the most shocking advantage of people who are down&lt;br /&gt;and out. The agencies hang out little colored cards offering miserable wages&lt;br /&gt;to busted men—$12 a week, $15 a week. An $18 a week job is a plum, and&lt;br /&gt;anyone with $25 a week to offer does not ha ng the job in front of an agency&lt;br /&gt;on a colored card. I have a want ad clipped from a local paper demanding a&lt;br /&gt;clerk, a good, clean penman, to take telephone orders for a sandwich shop&lt;br /&gt;from 11 A.M. to 2 P.M. for $8 a month—not $8 a week but $8 a month. The&lt;br /&gt;ad says also, ‘State religion.’ Can you imagine the brutal effrontery of anyone&lt;br /&gt;who demands a good, clean penman for 11 cents an hour inquiring into the&lt;br /&gt;victim’s religion? But that is what busted people are offered.”&lt;br /&gt;THE FEAR OF CRITICISM&lt;br /&gt;Just how man originally came by this fear, no one can state definitely, but one&lt;br /&gt;thing is certain— he has it in a highly developed form. Some believe that this&lt;br /&gt;fear made its appearance about the time that politics became a “profession.”&lt;br /&gt;Others believe it can be traced to the age when women first began to concern&lt;br /&gt;themselves with “styles” in wearing apparel.&lt;br /&gt;This author, being neither a humorist nor a prophet, is inclined&lt;br /&gt;to attribute the basic fear of criticism to that part of man’s inherited&lt;br /&gt;nature which prompts him not only to take away his fellowman’s&lt;br /&gt;goods and wares, but to justify his action by CRITICISM of his&lt;br /&gt;fellowman’s character. It is a well known fact that a thief will criticise the&lt;br /&gt;man from whom he steals-that politicians seek office, not by displaying their&lt;br /&gt;own virtues and qualifications, but by attempting to besmirch their opponents.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of criticism takes on many forms, the majority of which are petty and&lt;br /&gt;trivial. Bald- headed men, for example, are bald for no other reason than their&lt;br /&gt;fear of criticism. Heads become bald because of the tight fitting bands of hats&lt;br /&gt;which cut off the circulation from the roots of the hair. Men wear hats, not&lt;br /&gt;because they actually need them, but mainly because “everyone is doing it.”&lt;br /&gt;The individual falls into line and does likewise, lest some other individual&lt;br /&gt;CRITICISE him. Women seldom have bald heads, or even thin hair, because&lt;br /&gt;they wear hats which fit their heads loosely, the only purpose of the hats being&lt;br /&gt;adornment.&lt;br /&gt;But, it must not be supposed that women are free from the fear&lt;br /&gt;of criticism. If any woman claims to be superior to man with&lt;br /&gt;reference to this fear, ask her to walk down the street wearing a hat&lt;br /&gt;of the vintage of 1890.&lt;br /&gt;The astute manufacturers of clothing have not been slow to capitalize this&lt;br /&gt;basic fear of criticism, with which all mankind has been cursed. Every season&lt;br /&gt;the styles in many articles of wearing apparel change. Who establishes the&lt;br /&gt;styles? Certainly not the purchaser of clothing, but the manufacturer. Why&lt;br /&gt;does he change the styles so often? The answer is obvio us. He changes the&lt;br /&gt;styles so he can sell more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;For the same reason the manufacturers of automobiles (with a few rare and&lt;br /&gt;very sensible exceptions) change styles of models every season. No man&lt;br /&gt;wants to drive an automobile which is not of the latest style, although the&lt;br /&gt;older model may actually be the better car.&lt;br /&gt;We have been describing the manner in which people behave under the&lt;br /&gt;influence of fear of criticism as applied to the small and petty things of life.&lt;br /&gt;Let us now examine human behavior when this fear affects people in&lt;br /&gt;connection with the more important events of human relationship. Take for&lt;br /&gt;example practically any person who has reached the age of “mental maturity”&lt;br /&gt;(from 35 to 40 years of age, as a general average), and if you could read the&lt;br /&gt;secret thoughts of his mind, you would find a very decided disbelief in most&lt;br /&gt;of the fables taught by the majority of the dogmatists and theologians a few&lt;br /&gt;decades back.&lt;br /&gt;Not often, however, will you find a person who has the courage to openly&lt;br /&gt;state his belief on this subject. Most people will, if pressed far enough, tell a&lt;br /&gt;lie rather than admit that they do not believe the stories associated with that&lt;br /&gt;form of religion which held people in bondage prior to the age of scientific&lt;br /&gt;discovery and education. Why does the average person, even in this day of&lt;br /&gt;enlightenment, shy away from denying his belief in the fables which were the&lt;br /&gt;basis of most of the religions a few decades ago? The answer is, “because of&lt;br /&gt;the fear of criticism.” Men and women have been burned at the stake for&lt;br /&gt;daring to express disbelief in ghosts. It is no wonder we have inherited a&lt;br /&gt;consciousness which makes us fear criticism. The time was, and not so far in&lt;br /&gt;the past, when criticism carried severe punishments- it still does in some&lt;br /&gt;countries. The fear of criticism robs man of his initiative, destroys his power&lt;br /&gt;of imagination, limits his individuality, takes away his selfreliance, and does&lt;br /&gt;him damage in a hundred other ways. Parents often do their children&lt;br /&gt;irreparable injury by criticising them. The mother of one of my boyhood&lt;br /&gt;chums used to punish him with a switch almost daily, always completing the&lt;br /&gt;job with the statement, “You’ll land in the penitentiary before you are&lt;br /&gt;twenty.” He was sent to a Reformatory at the age of seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;Criticism is the one form of service, of which everyone has too much.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a stock of it which is handed out, gratis, whether called for or&lt;br /&gt;not. One’s nearest relatives often are the worst offenders. It should be&lt;br /&gt;recognized as a crime (in reality it is a crime of the wo rst nature), for any&lt;br /&gt;parent to build inferiority complexes in the mind of a child, through&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary criticism. Employers who understand human nature, get the best&lt;br /&gt;there is in men, not by criticism, but by constructive suggestion. Parents may&lt;br /&gt;accomplish the same results with their children. Criticism will plant FEAR in&lt;br /&gt;the human heart, or resentment, but it will not build love or affection.&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR OF CRITICISM&lt;br /&gt;This fear is almost as universal as the fear of poverty, and its effects are just as&lt;br /&gt;fatal to personal achievement, mainly because this fear destroys initiative, and&lt;br /&gt;discourages the use of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;The major symptoms of the fear are:&lt;br /&gt;SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS. Generally expressed through&lt;br /&gt;nervousness, timidity in conversation and in meeting strangers, awkward&lt;br /&gt;movement of the hands and limbs, shifting of the eyes. LACK OF POISE.&lt;br /&gt;Expressed through lack of voice control, nervousness in the presence of&lt;br /&gt;others, poor posture of body, poor memory.&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY. Lacking in firmness of decision, personal charm, and ability&lt;br /&gt;to express opinions definitely. The habit of side-stepping issues instead of&lt;br /&gt;meeting them squarely. Agreeing with others without careful examination of&lt;br /&gt;their opinions. INFERIORITY COMPLEX. The habit of expressing&lt;br /&gt;selfapproval by word of mouth and by actions, as a means of covering up a&lt;br /&gt;feeling of inferiority. Using “big words” to impress others, (often without&lt;br /&gt;knowing the real meaning of the words). Imitating others in dress, speech and&lt;br /&gt;manners. Boasting of imaginary achievements. This sometimes gives a&lt;br /&gt;surface appearance of a feeling of superiority.&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAVAGANCE. The habit of trying to “keep up with the Joneses,”&lt;br /&gt;spending beyond one’s income.&lt;br /&gt;LACK OF INITIATIVE. Failure to embrace opportunities for selfadvancement,&lt;br /&gt;fear to express opinions, lack of confidence in one’s own ideas,&lt;br /&gt;giving evasive answers to questions asked by superiors, hesitancy of manner&lt;br /&gt;and speech, deceit in both words and deeds.&lt;br /&gt;LACK OF AMBITION. Mental and physical laziness, lack of self-assertion,&lt;br /&gt;slowness in reaching decisions, easily influenced by others, the habit of&lt;br /&gt;criticising others behind their backs and flattering them to their faces, the&lt;br /&gt;habit of accepting defeat without protest, quitting an undertaking when&lt;br /&gt;opposed by others, suspicious of other people without cause, lacking in&lt;br /&gt;tactfulness of manner and speech, unwillingness to accept the blame for&lt;br /&gt;mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;THE FEAR OF ILL HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;This fear may be traced to both physical and social heredity. It is closely&lt;br /&gt;associated, as to its origin, with the causes of fear of Old Age and the fear of&lt;br /&gt;Death, because it leads one closely to the border of “terrible worlds” of which&lt;br /&gt;man knows not, but concerning which he has been taught some discomforting&lt;br /&gt;stories. The opinion is somewhat general, also, that certain unethical people&lt;br /&gt;engaged in the business of “selling health” have had not a little to do with&lt;br /&gt;keeping alive the fear of ill health.&lt;br /&gt;In the main, man fears ill health because of the terrible pictures which have&lt;br /&gt;been planted in his mind of what may happen if death should overtake him.&lt;br /&gt;He also fears it because of the economic toll which it may claim.&lt;br /&gt;A reputable physician estimated that 75% of all people who visit physicians&lt;br /&gt;for professional service are suffering with hypochondria (imaginary illness). It&lt;br /&gt;has been shown most convincingly that the fear of disease, even where there is&lt;br /&gt;not the slightest cause for fear, often produces the physical symptoms of the&lt;br /&gt;disease feared.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and mighty is the human mind! It builds or it destroys.&lt;br /&gt;Playing upon this common weakness of fear of ill health, dispensers of patent&lt;br /&gt;medicines have reaped fortunes. This form of imposition upon credulous&lt;br /&gt;humanity became so prevalent some twenty years ago that Colliers’ Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Magazine conducted a bitter campaign against some of the worst offenders in&lt;br /&gt;the patent medicine business.&lt;br /&gt;During the “flu” epidemic which broke out during the world war, the mayor of&lt;br /&gt;New York City took drastic steps to check the damage which people were&lt;br /&gt;doing themselves through their inherent fear of ill health. He called in the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper men and said to them, “Gentlemen, I feel it necessary to ask you&lt;br /&gt;not to publish any scare headlines concerning the ‘flu’ epidemic. Unless you&lt;br /&gt;cooperate with me, we will have a situation which we cannot control.” The&lt;br /&gt;newspapers quit publishing stories about the “flu,” and within one month the&lt;br /&gt;epidemic had been successfully checked. Through a series of experiments&lt;br /&gt;conducted some years ago, it was proved that people may be made ill by&lt;br /&gt;suggestion. We conducted this experiment by causing three acquaintances to&lt;br /&gt;visit the “victims,” each of whom asked the question, “What ails you?&lt;br /&gt;You look terribly ill.” The first questioner usually provoked a grin,&lt;br /&gt;and a nonchalant “Oh, nothing, I’m alright,” from the victim. The second&lt;br /&gt;questioner usually was answered with the statement, “I don’t know exactly,&lt;br /&gt;but I do feel badly.” The third questioner was usually met with the frank&lt;br /&gt;admission that the victim was actually feeling ill.&lt;br /&gt;Try this on an acquaintance if you doubt that it will make him uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;but do not carry the experiment too far. There is a certain religious sect whose&lt;br /&gt;members take vengeance upon their enemies by the “hexing” method. They&lt;br /&gt;call it “placing a spell” on the victim.&lt;br /&gt;There is overwhelming evidence that disease sometimes begins in the form of&lt;br /&gt;negative thought impulse. Such an impulse may be passed from one mind to&lt;br /&gt;another, by suggestion, or created by an individual in his own mind.&lt;br /&gt;A man who was blessed with more wisdom than this incident might indicate,&lt;br /&gt;once said “When anyone asks me how I feel, I always want to answer by&lt;br /&gt;knocking him down.” Doctors send patients into new climates for their health,&lt;br /&gt;because a change of “mental attitude” is necessary. The seed of fear of ill&lt;br /&gt;health lives in every human mind. Worry, fear, discouragement,&lt;br /&gt;disappointment in love and business affairs, cause this seed to germinate and&lt;br /&gt;grow. The recent business depression kept the doctors on the run, because&lt;br /&gt;every form of negative thinking may cause ill health.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments in business and in love stand at the head of&lt;br /&gt;the list of causes of fear of ill health. A young man suffered a&lt;br /&gt;disappointment in love which sent him to a hospital. For months he&lt;br /&gt;hovered between life and death. A specialist in suggestive&lt;br /&gt;therapeutics was called in. The specialist changed nurses, placing&lt;br /&gt;him in charge of a very charming young woman who began (by&lt;br /&gt;prearrangement&lt;br /&gt;with the doctor) to make love to him the first day of her arrival on the job.&lt;br /&gt;Within three weeks the patient was discharged from the hospital, still&lt;br /&gt;suffering, but with an entirely different malady. HE WAS IN LOVE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;The remedy was a hoax, but the patient and the nurse were later married. Both&lt;br /&gt;are in good health at the time of this writing.&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR OF ILL HEALTH The symptoms of this almost&lt;br /&gt;universal fear are: AUTO-SUGGESTION. The habit of negative use of&lt;br /&gt;selfsuggestion by looking for, and expecting to find the symptoms of all kinds&lt;br /&gt;of disease. “Enjoying” imaginary illness and speaking of it as being real. The&lt;br /&gt;habit of trying all “fads” and “isms” recommended by others as having&lt;br /&gt;therapeutic value. Talking to others of operations, accidents and other forms&lt;br /&gt;of illness. Experimenting with diets, physical exercises, reducing systems,&lt;br /&gt;without professional guidance. Trying home remedies, patent medicines and&lt;br /&gt;“quack” remedies.&lt;br /&gt;HYPOCHONDRIA. The habit of talking of illness, concentrating the mind&lt;br /&gt;upon disease, and expecting its appearance until a nervous break occurs.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that comes in bottles can cure this condition. It is brought on by&lt;br /&gt;negative thinking and nothing but positive thought can affect a cure.&lt;br /&gt;Hypochondria, (a medical term for imaginary disease) is said to do as much&lt;br /&gt;damage on occasion, as the disease one fears might do. Most so-called cases&lt;br /&gt;of “nerves” come from imaginary illness. EXERCISE. Fear of ill health often&lt;br /&gt;interferes with proper physical exercise, and results in over-weight, by causing&lt;br /&gt;one to avoid outdoor life.&lt;br /&gt;SUSCEPTIBILITY. Fear of ill health breaks down Nature’s body resistance,&lt;br /&gt;and creates a favorable condition for any form of dis ease one may contact.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of ill health often is related to the fear of Poverty, especially in the&lt;br /&gt;case of the hypochondriac, who constantly worries about the possibility of&lt;br /&gt;having to pay doctor’s bills, hospital bills, etc. This type of person spends&lt;br /&gt;much time preparing for sickness, talking about death, saving money for&lt;br /&gt;cemetery lots, and burial expenses, etc.&lt;br /&gt;SELF-CODDLING. The habit of making a bid for sympathy, using imaginary&lt;br /&gt;illness as the lure. (People often resort to this trick to avoid work). The habit&lt;br /&gt;of feigning illness to cover plain laziness, or to serve as an alibi for lack of&lt;br /&gt;ambition. INTEMPERANCE. The habit of using alcohol or narcotics to&lt;br /&gt;destroy pains such as headaches, neuralgia, etc., instead of eliminating the&lt;br /&gt;cause.&lt;br /&gt;The habit of reading about illness and worrying over the possibility of being&lt;br /&gt;stricken by it. The habit of reading patent medicine advertisements. THE&lt;br /&gt;FEAR OF LOSS OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;The original source of this inherent fear needs but little description, because it&lt;br /&gt;obviously grew out of man’s polygamous habit of stealing his fellow-man’s&lt;br /&gt;mate, and his habit of taking liberties with her whenever he could.&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, and other similar forms of dementia praecox grow out of man’s&lt;br /&gt;inherited fear of the loss of love of someone. This fear is the most painful of&lt;br /&gt;all the six basic fears. It probably plays more havoc with the body and mind&lt;br /&gt;than any of the other basic fears, as it often leads to permanent insanity.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the loss of love probably dates back to the stone age, when men&lt;br /&gt;stole women by brute force. They continue to steal females, but their&lt;br /&gt;technique has changed. Instead of force, they now use persuasion, the promise&lt;br /&gt;of pretty clothes, motor cars, and other “bait” much more effective than&lt;br /&gt;physical force. Man’s habits are the same as they were at the dawn of&lt;br /&gt;civilization, but he expresses them differently.&lt;br /&gt;Careful analysis has shown that women are more susceptible to this fear than&lt;br /&gt;men. This fact is easily explained. Women have learned, from experience, that&lt;br /&gt;men are polygamous by nature, that they are not to be trusted in the hands of&lt;br /&gt;rivals. SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR OF LOSS OF LOVE The distinguishing&lt;br /&gt;symptoms of this fear are:—&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUSY. The habit of being suspicious of friends and loved ones without&lt;br /&gt;any reasonable evidence of sufficient grounds. (Jealousy is a form of dementia&lt;br /&gt;praecox which sometimes becomes violent without the slightest cause). The&lt;br /&gt;habit of accusing wife or husband of infidelity without grounds. General&lt;br /&gt;suspicion of everyone, absolute faith in no one. FAULT FINDING. The habit&lt;br /&gt;of finding fault with friends, relatives, business associates and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;upon the slightest provocation, or without any cause whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;GAMBLING. The habit of gambling, stealing, cheating, and&lt;br /&gt;otherwise taking hazardous chances to provide money for loved ones, with the&lt;br /&gt;belief that love can be bought. The habit of spending beyond one’s means, or&lt;br /&gt;incurring debts, to provide gifts for loved ones, with the object of making a&lt;br /&gt;favorable showing. Insomnia, nervousness, lack of persistence, weakness of&lt;br /&gt;will, lack of self-control, lack of self-reliance, bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;THE FEAR OF OLD AGE&lt;br /&gt;In the main, this fear grows out of two sources. First, the thought that old age&lt;br /&gt;may bring with it POVERTY. Secondly, and by far the most common source&lt;br /&gt;of origin, from false and cruel teachings of the past which have been too well&lt;br /&gt;mixed with “fire and brimstone,” and other bogies cunningly designed to&lt;br /&gt;enslave man through fear.&lt;br /&gt;In the basic fear of old age, man has two very sound reasons for his&lt;br /&gt;apprehension—one growing out of his distrust of his fellowman, who may&lt;br /&gt;seize whatever worldly goods he may possess, and the other arising from the&lt;br /&gt;terrible pictures of the world beyond, which were planted in his mind, through&lt;br /&gt;social heredity before he came into full possession of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;The possibility of ill health, which is more common as people grow older, is&lt;br /&gt;also a contributing cause of this common fear of old age. Eroticism also enters&lt;br /&gt;into the cause of the fear of old age, as no man cherishes the thought of&lt;br /&gt;diminishing sex attraction. The most common cause of fear of old age is&lt;br /&gt;associated with the possibility of poverty. “Poorhouse” is not a pretty word. It&lt;br /&gt;throws a chill into the mind of every person who faces the possibility of&lt;br /&gt;having to spend his declining years on a poor farm. Another contributing&lt;br /&gt;cause of the fear of old age, is the possibility of loss of freedom and&lt;br /&gt;independence, as old age may bring with it the loss of both physical and&lt;br /&gt;economic freedom. SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR OF OLD AGE The&lt;br /&gt;commonest symptoms of this fear are:&lt;br /&gt;The tendency to slow down and develop an inferiority&lt;br /&gt;complex at the age of mental maturity, around the age of forty,&lt;br /&gt;falsely believing one’s self to be “slipping” because of age. (The&lt;br /&gt;truth is that man’s most useful years, mentally and spiritually, are those&lt;br /&gt;between forty and sixty).&lt;br /&gt;The habit of speaking apologetically of one’s self as “being old” merely&lt;br /&gt;because one has reached the age of forty, or fifty, instead of reversing the rule&lt;br /&gt;and expressing gratitude for having reached the age of wisdom and&lt;br /&gt;understanding. The habit of killing off initiative, imagination, and selfreliance&lt;br /&gt;by falsely believing one’s self too old to exercise these qualities. The habit of&lt;br /&gt;the man or woman of forty dressing with the aim of trying to appear much&lt;br /&gt;younger, and affecting mannerisms of youth; thereby inspiring ridicule by&lt;br /&gt;both friends and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;THE FEAR OF DEATH&lt;br /&gt;To some this is the cruelest of all the basic fears. The reason is obvious. The&lt;br /&gt;terrible pangs of fear associated with the thought of death, in the majority of&lt;br /&gt;cases, may be charged directly to religious fanaticism. So-called “heathen” are&lt;br /&gt;less afraid of death than the more “civilized.” For hundreds of millions of&lt;br /&gt;years man has been asking the still unanswered questions, “whence” and&lt;br /&gt;“whither.” Where did I come from, and where am I going? During the darker&lt;br /&gt;ages of the past, the more cunning and crafty were not slow to offer the&lt;br /&gt;answer to these questions, FOR A PRICE. Witness, now, the major source of&lt;br /&gt;origin of the FEAR OF DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;“Come into my tent, embrace my faith, accept my dogmas, and I will give you&lt;br /&gt;a ticket that will admit you straightaway into heaven when you die,” cries a&lt;br /&gt;leader of sectarianism. “Remain out of my tent,” says the same leader, “and&lt;br /&gt;may the devil take you and burn you throughout eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;ETERNITY is a long time. FIRE is a terrible thing. The thought of eternal&lt;br /&gt;punishment, with fire, not only causes man to fear death, it often causes him&lt;br /&gt;to lose his reason. It destroys interest in life and makes happiness impossible.&lt;br /&gt;During my research, I reviewed a book entitled “A Catalogue of the Gods,” in&lt;br /&gt;which were listed the 30,000 gods which man has worshiped. Think of it!&lt;br /&gt;Thirty thousand of them, represented by everything from a crawfish to a man.&lt;br /&gt;It is little wonder that men have become frightened at the approach of death.&lt;br /&gt;While the religious leader may not be able to provide safe conduct into&lt;br /&gt;heaven, nor, by lack of such provision, allow the unfortunate to descend into&lt;br /&gt;hell, the possibility of the latter seems so terrible that the very thought of it&lt;br /&gt;lays hold of the imagination in such a realistic way that it paralyzes reason,&lt;br /&gt;and sets up the fear of death.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, NO MAN KNOWS, and no man has ever known, what heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;is like, nor does any man know if either place actually exists. This very lack of&lt;br /&gt;positive knowledge opens the door of the human mind to the charlatan so he&lt;br /&gt;may enter and control that mind with his stock of legerdemain and various&lt;br /&gt;brands of pious fraud and trickery.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of DEATH is not as common now as it was during the age when&lt;br /&gt;there were no great colleges and universities. Men of science have turned the&lt;br /&gt;spotlight of truth upon the world, and this truth is rapidly freeing men and&lt;br /&gt;women from this terrible fear of DEATH. The young men and young women&lt;br /&gt;who attend the colleges and universities are not easily impressed by “fire” and&lt;br /&gt;“brimstone.” Through the aid of biology, astronomy, geology, and other&lt;br /&gt;related sciences, the fears of the dark ages which gripped the minds of men&lt;br /&gt;and destroyed their reason have been dispelled. Insane asylums are filled with&lt;br /&gt;men and women who have gone mad, because of the FEAR OF DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;This fear is useless. Death will come, no matter what anyone may think about&lt;br /&gt;it. Accept it as a necessity, and pass the thought out of your mind. It must be&lt;br /&gt;a, necessity, or it would not come to all. Perhaps it is not as bad as it has been&lt;br /&gt;pictured. The entire world is made up of only two things, ENERGY and&lt;br /&gt;MATTER. In elementary physics we learn that neither matter nor energy (the&lt;br /&gt;only two realities known to man) can be created nor destroyed. Both matter&lt;br /&gt;and energy can be transformed, but neither can be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Life is energy, if it is anything. If neither energy nor matter can be destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;of course life cannot be destroyed. Life, like other forms of energy, may be&lt;br /&gt;passed through various processes of transition, or change, but it cannot be&lt;br /&gt;destroyed. Death is mere transition.&lt;br /&gt;If death is not mere change, or transition, then nothing comes after death&lt;br /&gt;except a long, eternal, peaceful sleep, and sleep is nothing to be feared. Thus&lt;br /&gt;you may wipe out, forever, the fear of Death. SYMPTOMS OF THE FEAR&lt;br /&gt;OF DEATH&lt;br /&gt;The general symptoms of this fear are:—&lt;br /&gt;The habit of THINKING about dying instead of making the most of LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;due, generally, to lack of purpose, or lack of a suitable occupation. This fear is&lt;br /&gt;more prevalent among the aged, but sometimes the more youthful are victims&lt;br /&gt;of it. The greatest of all remedies for the fear of death is a BURNING&lt;br /&gt;DESIRE FOR ACHIEVEMENT, backed by useful service to others. A busy&lt;br /&gt;person seldom has time to think about dying. He finds life too thrilling to&lt;br /&gt;worry about death. Sometimes the fear of death is closely associated with the&lt;br /&gt;Fear of Poverty, where one’s death would leave loved ones poverty-stricken.&lt;br /&gt;In other cases, the fear of death is caused by illness and the consequent&lt;br /&gt;breaking down of physical body resistance. The commonest causes of the fear&lt;br /&gt;of death are: ill- health, poverty, lack of appropriate occupation,&lt;br /&gt;disappointment over love, insanity, religious fanaticism.&lt;br /&gt;OLD MAN WORRY&lt;br /&gt;Worry is a state of mind based upon fear. It works slowly, but persistently. It&lt;br /&gt;is insiduous and subtle. Step by step it “digs itself in” until it paralyzes one’s&lt;br /&gt;reasoning faculty, destroys selfconfidence and initiative. Worry is a form of&lt;br /&gt;sustained fear caused by indecision therefore it is a state of mind which can be&lt;br /&gt;controlled. An unsettled mind is helpless. Indecision makes an unsettled&lt;br /&gt;mind. Most individuals lack the willpower to reach decisions promptly, and to&lt;br /&gt;stand by them after they have been made, even during normal business&lt;br /&gt;conditions. During periods of economic unrest (such as the world recently&lt;br /&gt;experienced), the individual is handicapped, not alone by his inherent nature&lt;br /&gt;to be slow at reaching decisions, but he is influenced by the indecision of&lt;br /&gt;others around him who have created a state of “mass indecision.”&lt;br /&gt;During the depression the whole atmosphere, all over the&lt;br /&gt;world, was filled with “Fearenza” and “Worryitis,” the two mental&lt;br /&gt;disease germs which began to spread themselves after the Wall&lt;br /&gt;Street frenzy in 1929. There is only one known antidote for these&lt;br /&gt;germs; it is the habit of prompt and firm DECISION. Moreover, it is an&lt;br /&gt;antidote which every individual must apply for himself. We do not worry&lt;br /&gt;over conditions, once we have reached a decision to follow a definite line of&lt;br /&gt;action.&lt;br /&gt;I once interviewed a man who was to be electrocuted two hours later. The&lt;br /&gt;condemned man was the calmest of some eight men who were in the deathcell&lt;br /&gt;with him. His calmness prompted me to ask him how it felt to know that&lt;br /&gt;he was going into eternity in a short while. With a smile of confidence on his&lt;br /&gt;face, he said, “It feels fine. Just think, brother, my troubles will soon be over.&lt;br /&gt;I have had nothing but trouble all my life. It has been a hardship to get food&lt;br /&gt;and clothing. Soon I will not need these things. I have felt fine ever since I&lt;br /&gt;learned FOR CERTAIN that I must die. I made up my mind then, to accept&lt;br /&gt;my fate in good spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;As he spoke he devoured a dinner of proportions sufficient for three men,&lt;br /&gt;eating every mouthful of the food brought to him, and apparently enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;as much as if no disaster awaited him. DECISION gave this man resignation&lt;br /&gt;to his fate! Decision can also prevent one’s acceptance of undesired&lt;br /&gt;circumstances. The six basic fears become translated into a state of worry,&lt;br /&gt;through indecision. Relieve yourself, forever of the fear of death, by reaching&lt;br /&gt;a decision to accept death as an inescapable event. Whip the fear of poverty&lt;br /&gt;by reaching a decision to get along with whatever wealth you can accumulate&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT WORRY. Put your foot upon the neck of the fear of criticism by&lt;br /&gt;reaching a decision NOT TO WORRY about what other people think, do, or&lt;br /&gt;say. Eliminate the fear of old age by reaching a decision to accept it, not as a&lt;br /&gt;handicap, but as a great blessing which carries with it wisdom, selfcontrol,&lt;br /&gt;and understanding not known to youth.&lt;br /&gt;Acquit yourself of the fear of ill health by the decision to forget symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;Master the fear of loss of love by reaching a decision to get along without&lt;br /&gt;love, if that is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Kill the habit of worry, in all its forms, by reaching a general, blanket decision&lt;br /&gt;that nothing which life has to offer is worth the price of worry. With this&lt;br /&gt;decision will come poise, peace of mind, and calmness of thought which will&lt;br /&gt;bring happiness. A man whose mind is filled with fear not only destroys his&lt;br /&gt;own chances of intelligent action, but, he transmits these destructive&lt;br /&gt;vibrations to the minds of all who come into contact with him, and destroys,&lt;br /&gt;also their chances.&lt;br /&gt;Even a dog or a horse knows when its master lacks courage; moreover, a dog&lt;br /&gt;or a horse will pick up the vibrations of fear thrown off by its master, and&lt;br /&gt;behave accordingly. Lower down the line of intelligence in the animal&lt;br /&gt;kingdom, one finds this same capacity to pick up the vibrations of fear. A&lt;br /&gt;honey-bee immediately senses fear in the mind of a person—for reasons&lt;br /&gt;unknown, a bee will sting the person whose mind is releasing vibrations of&lt;br /&gt;fear, much more readily than it will molest the person whose mind registers no&lt;br /&gt;fear. The vibrations of fear pass from one mind to another just as quickly and&lt;br /&gt;as surely as the sound of the human voice passes from the broadcasting station&lt;br /&gt;to the receiving set of a radio—and BY THE SELF-SAME MEDIUM.&lt;br /&gt;Mental telepathy is a reality. Thoughts pass from one mind to another,&lt;br /&gt;voluntarily, whether or not this fact is recognized by either the person&lt;br /&gt;releasing the thoughts, or the persons who pick up those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;The person who gives expression, by word of mouth, to negative or&lt;br /&gt;destructive thoughts is practically certain to experience the results of those&lt;br /&gt;words in the form of a destructive “kick-back.” The release of destructive&lt;br /&gt;thought impulses, alone, without the aid of words, produces also a “kickback”&lt;br /&gt;in more ways than one. First of all, and perhaps most important to be&lt;br /&gt;remembered, the person who releases thoughts of a destructive nature, must&lt;br /&gt;suffer damage through the breaking down of the faculty of creative&lt;br /&gt;imagination. Secondly, the presence in the mind of any destructive emotion&lt;br /&gt;develops a negative personality which repels people, and often converts them&lt;br /&gt;into antagonists. The third source of damage to the person who entertains or&lt;br /&gt;releases negative thoughts, lies in this significant fact—these thoughtimpulses&lt;br /&gt;are not only damaging to others, but they IMBED THEMSELVES&lt;br /&gt;IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND OF THE PERSON RELEASING THEM,&lt;br /&gt;and there become a part of his character.&lt;br /&gt;One is never through with a thought, merely by releasing it. When a thought&lt;br /&gt;is released, it spreads in every direction, through the medium of the ether, but&lt;br /&gt;it also plants itself permanently in the subconscious mind of the person&lt;br /&gt;releasing it. Your business in life is, presumably to achieve success. To be&lt;br /&gt;successful, you must find peace of mind, acquire the material needs of life,&lt;br /&gt;and above all, attain HAPPINESS. All of these evidences of success begin in&lt;br /&gt;the form of thought impulses.&lt;br /&gt;You may control your own mind, you have the power to feed it whatever&lt;br /&gt;thought impulses you choose. With this privilege goes also the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;of using it constructively. You are the master of your own earthly destiny just&lt;br /&gt;as surely as you have the power to control your own thoughts. You may&lt;br /&gt;influence, direct, and eventually control your own environment, making your&lt;br /&gt;life what you want it to be—or, you may neglect to exercise the privilege&lt;br /&gt;which is yours, to make your life to order, thus casting yourself upon the&lt;br /&gt;broad sea of “Circumstance” where you will be tossed hither and yon, like a&lt;br /&gt;chip on the waves of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;THE DEVIL’S WORKSHOP&lt;br /&gt;THE SEVENTH BASIC EVIL&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the Six Basic Fears, there is another evil by which people suffer.&lt;br /&gt;It constitutes a rich soil in which the seeds of failure grow abundantly. It is so&lt;br /&gt;subtle that its presence often is not detected. This affliction cannot properly be&lt;br /&gt;classed as a fear. IT IS MORE DEEPLY SEATED AND MORE OFTEN&lt;br /&gt;FATAL THAN ALL OF THE SIX FEARS. For want of a better name, let us&lt;br /&gt;call this evil SUSCEPTIBILITY TO NEGATIVE INFLUENCES. Men who&lt;br /&gt;accumulate great riches always protect themselves against this evil! The&lt;br /&gt;poverty stricken never do! Those who succeed in any calling must prepare&lt;br /&gt;their minds to resist the evil. If you are reading this philosophy for the purpose&lt;br /&gt;of accumulating riches, you should examine yourself very carefully, to&lt;br /&gt;determine whether you are susceptible to negative influences. If you neglect&lt;br /&gt;this selfanalysis, you will forfeit your right to attain the object of your desires.&lt;br /&gt;Make the analysis searching. After you read the questions prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;self-analysis, hold yourself to a strict account ing in your answers. Go at the&lt;br /&gt;task as carefully as you would search for any other enemy you knew to be&lt;br /&gt;awaiting you in ambush and deal with your own faults as you would with a&lt;br /&gt;more tangible enemy.&lt;br /&gt;You can easily protect yourself against highway robbers,&lt;br /&gt;because the law provides organized cooperation for your benefit, but&lt;br /&gt;the “seventh basic evil” is more difficult to master, because it&lt;br /&gt;strikes when you are not aware of its presence, when you are&lt;br /&gt;asleep, and while you are awake. Moreover, its weapon is&lt;br /&gt;intangible, because it consists of merely—a STATE OF MIND. This evil is&lt;br /&gt;also dangerous because it strikes in as many different forms as there are&lt;br /&gt;human experiences. Sometimes it enters the mind through the well-meant&lt;br /&gt;words of one’s own relatives. At other times, it bores from within, through&lt;br /&gt;one’s own mental attitude. Always it is as deadly as poison, even though it&lt;br /&gt;may not kill as quickly. How TO PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE INFLUENCES To protect yourself against negative influences,&lt;br /&gt;whether of your own making, or the result of the activities of negative people&lt;br /&gt;around you, recognize that you have a WILL-POWER, and put it into constant&lt;br /&gt;use, until it builds a wall of immunity against negative influences in your own&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the fact that you, and every other human being, are, by nature, lazy,&lt;br /&gt;indifferent, and susceptible to all suggestions which harmonize with your&lt;br /&gt;weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that you are, by nature, susceptible to all the six basic fears, and set&lt;br /&gt;up. habits for the purpose of counteracting all these fears.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that negative influences often work on you through your&lt;br /&gt;subconscious mind, therefore they are difficult to detect, and keep your mind&lt;br /&gt;closed against all people who depress or discourage you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Clean out your medicine chest, throw away all pill bottles, and stop pandering&lt;br /&gt;to colds, aches, pains and imaginary illness. Deliberately seek the company of&lt;br /&gt;people who influence you to THINK AND ACT FOR YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Do not EXPECT troubles as they have a tendency not to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, the most common weakness of all human beings&lt;br /&gt;is the habit of leaving their minds open to the negative influence of&lt;br /&gt;other people. This weakness is all the more damaging, because most people&lt;br /&gt;do not recognize that they are cursed by it, and many who acknowledge it,&lt;br /&gt;neglect or refuse to correct the evil until it becomes an uncontrollable part of&lt;br /&gt;their daily habits.&lt;br /&gt;To aid those who wish to see themselves as they really are, the following list&lt;br /&gt;of questions has been prepared. Read the questions and state your answers&lt;br /&gt;aloud, so you can hear your own voice. This will make it easier for you to be&lt;br /&gt;truthful with yourself. SELF-ANALYSIS TEST QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;Do you complain often of “feeling bad,” and if so, what is the cause?&lt;br /&gt;Do you find fault with other people at the slightest provocation?&lt;br /&gt;Do you frequently make mistakes in your work, and if so, why?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sarcastic and offensive in your conversation? Do you deliberately&lt;br /&gt;avoid the association of anyone, and if so, why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you suffer frequently with indigestion? If so, what is the cause?&lt;br /&gt;Does life seem futile and the future hopeless to you? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your occupation? If not, why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you often feel self-pity, and if so why?&lt;br /&gt;Are you envious of those who excel you?&lt;br /&gt;To which do you devote most time, thinking of SUCCESS, or of FAILURE?&lt;br /&gt;Are you gaining or losing self-confidence as you grow older? Do you learn&lt;br /&gt;something of value from all mistakes? Are you permitting some relative or&lt;br /&gt;acquaintance to worry you? If so, why? Are you sometimes “in the clouds”&lt;br /&gt;and at other times in the depths of despondency?&lt;br /&gt;Who has the most inspiring influence upon you? What is the cause?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tolerate negative or discouraging influences which you can avoid?&lt;br /&gt;Are you careless of your personal appearance? If so, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;Have you learned how to “drown your troubles” by being too busy to be&lt;br /&gt;annoyed by them?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call yourself a “spineless weakling” if you permitted others to do&lt;br /&gt;your thinking for you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you neglect internal bathing until auto-intoxication makes you illtempered&lt;br /&gt;and irritable?&lt;br /&gt;How many preventable disturbances annoy you, and why do you tolerate&lt;br /&gt;them? Do you resort to liquor, narcotics, or cigarettes to “quiet your nerves”?&lt;br /&gt;If so, why do you not try will-power instead? Does anyone “nag” you, and if&lt;br /&gt;so, for what reason? Do you have a DEFINITE MAJOR PURPOSE, and if so,&lt;br /&gt;what is it, and what plan have you for achieving it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you suffer from any of the Six Basic Fears? If so, which ones?&lt;br /&gt;Have you a method by which you can shield yourself against the negative&lt;br /&gt;influence of others?&lt;br /&gt;Do you make deliberate use of auto-suggestion to make your mind positive?&lt;br /&gt;Which do you value most, your material possessions, or your privilege of&lt;br /&gt;controlling your own thoughts? Are you easily influenced by others, against&lt;br /&gt;your own judgment?&lt;br /&gt;Has today added anything of value to your stock of knowledge or state of&lt;br /&gt;mind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you face squarely the circumstances which make you unhappy, or sidestep&lt;br /&gt;the responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;Do you analyze all mistakes and failures and try to profit by them or, do you&lt;br /&gt;take the attitude that this is not your duty? Can you name three of your most&lt;br /&gt;damaging weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to correct them?&lt;br /&gt;Do you encourage other people to bring their worries to you for sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you choose, from your daily experiences, lessons or influences which aid&lt;br /&gt;in your personal advancement? Does your presence have a negative influence&lt;br /&gt;on other people as a rule?&lt;br /&gt;What habits of other people annoy you most?&lt;br /&gt;Do you form your own opinions or permit yourself to be influenced by other&lt;br /&gt;people?&lt;br /&gt;Have you learned how to create a mental state of mind with which you can&lt;br /&gt;shield yourself against all discouraging influences?&lt;br /&gt;Does your occupation inspire you with faith and hope? Are you conscious of&lt;br /&gt;possessing spiritual forces of sufficient power to enable you to keep your&lt;br /&gt;mind free from all forms of FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Does your religion help you to keep your own mind positive?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it your duty to share other people’s worries? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;If you believe that “birds of a feather flock together” what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;about yourself by studying the friends whom you attract?&lt;br /&gt;What connection, if any, do you see between the people with whom you&lt;br /&gt;associate most closely, and any unhappiness you may experience?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that some person whom you cons ider to be a friend is, in&lt;br /&gt;reality, your worst enemy, because of his negative influence on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;By what rules do you judge who is helpful and who is damaging to you?&lt;br /&gt;Are your intimate associates mentally superior or inferior to you? H ow much&lt;br /&gt;time out of every 24 hours do you devote to:&lt;br /&gt;a. your occupation&lt;br /&gt;b. sleep&lt;br /&gt;c. play and relaxation&lt;br /&gt;d. acquiring useful knowledge&lt;br /&gt;e. plain waste&lt;br /&gt;Who among your acquaintances,&lt;br /&gt;a. encourages you most&lt;br /&gt;b. cautions you most&lt;br /&gt;c. discourages you most&lt;br /&gt;d. helps you most in other ways&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest worry? Why do you tolerate it? When others offer you&lt;br /&gt;free, unsolicited advice, do you accept it without question, or analyze their&lt;br /&gt;motive? What, above all else, do you most DESIRE? Do you intend to&lt;br /&gt;acquire it? Are you willing to subordinate all other desires for this one? How&lt;br /&gt;much time daily do you devote to acquiring it? Do you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;often? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually finish everything you begin?&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily impressed by other people’s business or professional titles,&lt;br /&gt;college degrees, or wealth? Are you easily influenced by what other people&lt;br /&gt;think or say of you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you cater to people because of their social or financial status?&lt;br /&gt;Whom do you believe to be the greatest person living? In what respect is this&lt;br /&gt;person superior to yourself? How much time have you devoted to studying&lt;br /&gt;and answering these questions? (At least one day is necessary for the analysis&lt;br /&gt;and the answering of the entire list.)&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered all these questions truthfully, you know more about&lt;br /&gt;yourself than the majority of people. Study the questions carefully, come back&lt;br /&gt;to them once each week for several months, and be astounded at the amount&lt;br /&gt;of additional knowledge of great value to yourself, you will have gained by&lt;br /&gt;the simple method of answering the questions truthfully. If you are not certain&lt;br /&gt;concerning the answers to some of the questions, seek the counsel of those&lt;br /&gt;who know you well, especially those who have no motive in flattering you,&lt;br /&gt;and see yourself through their eyes. The experience will be astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;You have ABSOLUTE CONTROL over but one thing, and that is your&lt;br /&gt;thoughts. This is the most significant and inspiring of all facts known to man!&lt;br /&gt;It reflects man’s Divine nature. This Divine prerogative is the sole means by&lt;br /&gt;which you may control your own destiny. If you fail to control your own&lt;br /&gt;mind, you may be sure you will control nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;If you must be careless with your possessions, let it be in connection with&lt;br /&gt;material things. Your mind is your spiritual estate! Protect and use it with the&lt;br /&gt;care to which Divine Royalty is entitled.&lt;br /&gt;You were given a WILL-POWER for this purpose. Unfortunately, there is no&lt;br /&gt;legal protection against those who, either by design or ignorance, poison the&lt;br /&gt;minds of others by negative suggestion. This form of destruction should be&lt;br /&gt;punishable by heavy legal penalties, because it may and often does destroy&lt;br /&gt;one’s chances of acquiring material things which are protected by law.&lt;br /&gt;Men with negative minds tried to convince Thomas A. Edison&lt;br /&gt;that he could not build a machine that would record and reproduce&lt;br /&gt;the human voice, “because” they said, “no one else had ever produced such a&lt;br /&gt;machine.” Edison did not believe them. He knew that the mind could produce&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING THE MIND COULD CONCEIVE AND BELIEVE, and that&lt;br /&gt;knowledge was the thing that lifted the great Edison above the common herd.&lt;br /&gt;Men with negative minds told F. W. Woolworth, he would go “broke” trying&lt;br /&gt;to run a store on five and ten cent sales. He did not believe them. He knew&lt;br /&gt;that he could do anything, within reason, if he backed his plans with faith.&lt;br /&gt;Exercising his right to keep other men’s negative suggestions out of his mind,&lt;br /&gt;he piled up a fortune of more than a hundred million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Men with negative minds told George Washington he could not hope to win&lt;br /&gt;against the vastly superior forces of the British, but he exercised his Divine&lt;br /&gt;right to BELIEVE, therefore this book was published under the protection of&lt;br /&gt;the Stars and Stripes, while the name of Lord Cornwallis has been all but&lt;br /&gt;forgotten. Doubting Thomases scoffed scornfully when Henry Ford tried out&lt;br /&gt;his first crudely built automobile on the streets of Detroit. Some said the thing&lt;br /&gt;never would become practical. Others said no one would pay money for such&lt;br /&gt;a contraption.&lt;br /&gt;FORD SAID, “I’LL BELT THE EARTH WITH DEPENDABLE MOTOR&lt;br /&gt;CARS,” AND HE DID!&lt;br /&gt;His decision to trust his own judgment has already piled up a fortune far&lt;br /&gt;greater than the next five generations of his descendents can squander. For the&lt;br /&gt;benefit of those seeking vast riches, let it be remembered that practically the&lt;br /&gt;sole difference between Henry Ford and a majority of the more than one&lt;br /&gt;hundred thousand men who work for him, is this-FORD HAS A MIND AND&lt;br /&gt;CONTROLS IT, THE OTHERS HAVE MINDS WHICH THEY DO NOT&lt;br /&gt;TRY TO CONTROL. Henry Ford has been repeatedly mentioned, because he&lt;br /&gt;is an astounding example of what a man with a mind of his own, and a will to&lt;br /&gt;control it, can accomplish. His record knocks the foundation from under that&lt;br /&gt;time-worn alibi, “I never had a chance.” Ford never had a chance, either, but&lt;br /&gt;he CREATED AN OPPORTUNITY AND BACKED IT WITH&lt;br /&gt;PERSISTENCE UNTIL IT MADE HIM RICHER THAN CROESUS.&lt;br /&gt;Mind control is the result of self-discipline and habit. You&lt;br /&gt;either control your mind or it controls you. There is no hall-way&lt;br /&gt;compromise. The most practical of all methods for controlling the&lt;br /&gt;mind is the habit of keeping it busy with a definite purpose, backed&lt;br /&gt;by a definite plan. Study the record of any man who achieves noteworthy&lt;br /&gt;success, and you will observe that he has control over his own mind,&lt;br /&gt;moreover, that he exercises that control and directs it toward the attainment of&lt;br /&gt;definite objectives. Without this control, success is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;“FIFTY-SEVEN” FAMOUS ALIBIS&lt;br /&gt;By Old Man IF&lt;br /&gt;People who do not succeed have one distinguishing trait in common. They&lt;br /&gt;know all the reasons for failure, and have what they believe to be air-tight&lt;br /&gt;alibis to explain away their own lack of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these alibis are clever, and a few of them are justifiable by the facts.&lt;br /&gt;But alibis cannot be used for money. The world wants to kno w only one&lt;br /&gt;thing—HAVE YOU ACHIEVED SUCCESS? A character analyst compiled&lt;br /&gt;a list of the most commonly used alibis. As you read the list, examine yourself&lt;br /&gt;carefully, and determine how many of these alibis, if any, are your own&lt;br /&gt;property. Remember, too, the philosophy presented in this book makes every&lt;br /&gt;one of these alibis obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;IF I didn’t have a wife and family . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had enough “pull” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had money . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had a good education . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could get a job . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had good health . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I only had time . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF times were better . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF other people understood me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF conditions around me were only different . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could live my life over again . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I did not fear what “THEY” would say . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had been given a chance . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I now had a chance . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF other people didn’t “have it in for me” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF nothing happens to stop me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I were only younger . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could only do what I want . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had been born rich . . . IF I could meet “the right people” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had the talent that some people have . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I dared assert myself . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I only had embraced past opportunities . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF people didn’t get on my nerves . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I didn’t have to keep house and look after the children . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could save some money . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF the boss only appreciated me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I only had somebody to help me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF my family understood me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I lived in a big city . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could just get started . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I were only free . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had the personality of some people . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I were not so fat . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF my talents were known . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could just get a “break” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could only get out of debt . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I hadn’t failed . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I only knew how . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF everybody didn’t oppose me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I didn’t have so many worries . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I could marry the right person . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF people weren’t so dumb . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF my family were not so extravagant . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I were sure of myself . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF luck were not against me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I had not been born under the wrong star . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF it were not true that “wha t is to be will be” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I did not have to work so hard . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I hadn’t lost my money . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I lived in a different neighborhood . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I didn’t have a “past” . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF I only had a business of my own . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF other people would only listen to me . . .&lt;br /&gt;IF * * * and this is the greatest of them all * * * I had the courage to&lt;br /&gt;see myself as I really am, I would find out what is wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;and correct it, then I might have a chance to profit by my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and learn something from the experience of others, for I know that&lt;br /&gt;there is something WRONG with me, or I would now be where I WOULD&lt;br /&gt;HAVE BEEN IF I had spent more time analyzing my weaknesses, and less&lt;br /&gt;time building alibis to cover them. Building alibis with which to explain away&lt;br /&gt;failure is a national pastime. The habit is as old as the human race, and is fatal&lt;br /&gt;to success! Why do people cling to their pet alibis? The answer is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;They defend their alibis because THEY CREATE them! A man’s alibi is the&lt;br /&gt;child of his own imagination. It is human nature to defend one’s own brainchild.&lt;br /&gt;Building alibis is a deeply rooted habit. Habits are difficult to break,&lt;br /&gt;especially when they provide justification for something we do. Plato had this&lt;br /&gt;truth in mind when he said, “The first and best victory is to conquer self. To&lt;br /&gt;be conquered by self is, of all things, the most shameful and vile.”&lt;br /&gt;Another philosopher had the same thought in mind when he said, “It was a&lt;br /&gt;great surprise to me when I discovered that most of the ugliness I saw in&lt;br /&gt;others, was but a reflection of my own nature.” “It has always been a mystery&lt;br /&gt;to me,” said Elbert Hubbard, “why people spend so much time deliberately&lt;br /&gt;fooling themselves by creating alibis to cover their weaknesses. If used&lt;br /&gt;differently, this same time would be sufficient to cure the weakness, then no&lt;br /&gt;alibis would be needed.”&lt;br /&gt;In parting, I would remind you that “Life is a checkerboard, and the player&lt;br /&gt;opposite you is TIME. If you hesitate before moving, or neglect to move&lt;br /&gt;promptly, your men will be wiped off the board by TIME. You are playing&lt;br /&gt;against a partner who will not tolerate INDECISION!”&lt;br /&gt;Previously you may have had a logical excuse for not having forced Life to&lt;br /&gt;come through with whatever you asked, but that alibi is now obsolete, because&lt;br /&gt;you are in possession of the Master Key that unlocks the door to Life’s&lt;br /&gt;bountiful riches.&lt;br /&gt;The Master Key is intangible, but it is powerful! It is the&lt;br /&gt;privilege of creating, in your own mind, a BURNING DESIRE for a&lt;br /&gt;definite form of riches. There is no penalty for the use of the Key,&lt;br /&gt;but there is a price you must pay if you do not use it. The price is&lt;br /&gt;FAILURE. There is a reward of stupendous proportions if you put&lt;br /&gt;the Key to use. It is the satisfaction that comes to all who conquer&lt;br /&gt;self and force Life to pay whatever is asked.&lt;br /&gt;The reward is worthy of your effort. Will you make the start and be&lt;br /&gt;convinced? “If we are related,” said the immortal Emerson, “we shall meet.”&lt;br /&gt;In closing, may I borrow his thought, and say, “If we are related, we have,&lt;br /&gt;through these pages, met.”&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-7766244485072663259?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/7766244485072663259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-15-how-to-outwit-six-ghosts-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7766244485072663259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7766244485072663259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-15-how-to-outwit-six-ghosts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-6309464109944028203</id><published>2009-07-24T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:33:52.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>Sitting here beneath the shade of a tall tree, just fishing and wasting the morning away.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is just rising over the Eastern slops, the river is running past in it's route to a larger river, and on to the ocean. It is calm and quiet here all alone, not another sole around. This is a great time to just sit here and think, and watch all of the wonders of the world pass by. A bull elk just came out onto a rock cropping, to take a look around, and sniff the air for any danger's, before coming on down to the river to get a drink. Then he wandered on down to the river's edge and drank the cool clear water. Then wondered back into the Forrest and disappeared from sight. A beaver came swimming down the river doing his daily chores of getting ready for the coming winter, taking bark and twigs to hes hole underneath the river bank. The fish are not biting today so I can just sit without having to move about, but just sit and watch as the world passes by.The deer come almost close enough to just reach out and touch, as they feed  nearby. I just sit here in the grass and watch as Gods wonders go about their daily duty's. A cow moose comes down to the river's edge to take an early morning swim, and get to the other side, then as the elk disappear into the forest. The deer are still just milling around feeding and haven't even seemed to notice that I am even here. The birds are all singing as if to have not a care in the world. Who needs any of those modern things that we all pay so dearly for. No need for a radio with the birds singing their tune's, no need for TV when you can watch these wonders.There is no TV that can show a sight this clear, no radio can play a tune so great as this with all the clarity. To be here and see all of this first hand, in real life is an indescribable feeling of the greatest gratitude, that no radio or TV can give to it. I by myself feel great in the early morning hours, and all alone to just sit and think the hours away. Early morning is a time to just sit back and think, and be grateful for all of the wonders that God has made that we all take for granted. So sitting here Just wasting time,(well not really wasting time) but taking in all of the wonders on a lazy summer morning.&lt;br /&gt;As I think back when I was a small boy, I know that I did not appreciate all of these many wonders, even though I was always fascinated to sit and watch, and enjoy them all the same. I would get up early and do my morning chores, then head to the river bottoms to spend the day just being lazy. Here at the river I meet up with some of my friends, and we would swim and just lounge around and wast the days away being lazy. Then as the day would be coming to an end I would have to rush home and do my evening chores, before my dad got home from work or else, he would make me wish that I had. But now that I am older I have learned to appreciate all of these classical wonders that God gave me to enjoy. I still like to be lazy, and sit on the river edge and listen to the water rushing by, and take in all of the sights, that now I have came to appreciate, instead of wanting to chase them away, just for the thrill of running after them, and see them fleeing in front of me. I never thought that something like this would ever happen to me, I was always the outdoor type, hunting, fishing and such never to just sit and enjoy all these little things that are here for all to enjoy. So now I can appreciate a lazy day of summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-6309464109944028203?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/6309464109944028203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6309464109944028203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6309464109944028203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='The Lazy Days Of Summer'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-7514198734835730560</id><published>2009-07-23T10:22:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:00:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pitcures from 2009 fishing trip</title><content type='html'>These are a few over looking the Salmon River at Yankee Fork turnoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiQWqZCVjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dvxzrfTRJnk/s1600-h/6696_103281517191_709377191_2022601_5325139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361692328834718498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiOw_8hWyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/q9ZAxrUIcig/s200/6696_103281472191_709377191_2022593_5799655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiQIKU1mBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xhm2aCV6kBk/s1600-h/6696_103281502191_709377191_2022598_4488574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693826269681682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiQIKU1mBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xhm2aCV6kBk/s200/6696_103281502191_709377191_2022598_4488574_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiQN573aoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JZ2ld6Zoeas/s1600-h/6696_103281507191_709377191_2022599_3923074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693924949191298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiQN573aoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JZ2ld6Zoeas/s200/6696_103281507191_709377191_2022599_3923074_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SmiPQcsK3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C_MYQdhuCZA/s1600-h/6696_103281477191_709377191_2022594_7733928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361518293813736114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfwe0-GsrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vDdnhRIryTw/s200/6696_103281467191_709377191_2022592_5874462_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfw4V60hgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g67qNa6DZng/s1600-h/6696_103281472191_709377191_2022593_5799655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361518732155061762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfw4V60hgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g67qNa6DZng/s200/6696_103281472191_709377191_2022593_5799655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfwl4NIARI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wI3FG7z5COE/s1600-h/6696_103281497191_709377191_2022597_5418951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361518414941126930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfwl4NIARI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wI3FG7z5COE/s200/6696_103281497191_709377191_2022597_5418951_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Salmon fishing trip up on the Salmon River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left home on the day of June 23rd 2009 on a fishing trip in or nearby Challis, Idaho on the Salmon River in the heart of the Sawtooth Mountains. My younger brother ( Kris) his wife (Becky) and their daughter (Shayna) also went with us. My other brother (Kevin) and his wife (Tonya) also come up to be with us later in the week. It was a 41/2 hour drive to where we would find a campground to stay, just outside of the city limits of Challis, Idaho. It was just before dark when we got our camp set up at the campground. We got up the next morning and after breakfast, my brother and I went out to try our luck at catching a big fellow. We found that the river was unseasonably high., the water was also very cold, and so the Salmon were not running that far up stream yet.So we pretty well fished the day away anyway. With a break in the middle of the day to go to town and get some goods we needed.So we spent some time shopping in town at the few places that there are. Challis is just a small town so there are not many places to shop.Then it was back to camp,and more fishing, then a relaxing quiet dinner. My youngest daughter (Lindsey) and her husband (Chase) we call him Bobby came and spent some time with us The next day we all three guys went fishing for a while,still not even a bite(except of course for mosquitoes). So then we all loaded up and went to Yankee Fork to try our luck at some gold panning. There is an old gold mining town there called Custer. We took a tour of the town and bought a gold pan from the gift shop there. Well what do think that we did next? Right we went down to the small creek and started to try panning. Of course you new that we would have to try right? Not much luck there either. So then it was back to camp. The route back to camp was 80 miles of some very scenic driving. So back at camp we decided to see if the Salmon had gotten there yet, still no luck. Then the next day still no luck. But we are die hard and kept trying, with no luck at all. The next day my other daughter came from Washington. Michelle, her husband, Shaun, and their two boys Masen, and Gabriel. So that evening Michelle, Shaun, Masen, Gabriel, Lindsey, Bobby Leisa and Myself went to some hot pools, up in the Sawtooth's. It was a 3 mile hike to get there, but everyone had fun in the pools we never got back to the car till midnight. Then the next day the fishing was still poor, so we decided to go back up to Yankee Fork with the family. Masen wanted to try his luck at panning, and luck would have it there was some forest service people that have a panning education set up. They gave Masen a pan full of dirt and began to teach him how to pan, he found 5 small nuggets of gold in then and it was his to keep. This was great except that every thing that glittered now must be gold, and he would want to pan it. Then it was back to camp with still no luck fishing. So finally we had to leave and go home. But two weeks later we went up to Stanley, Idaho just below the Sawtooth Hatchery. Now the water was lower and warmer, so the Salmon were running, up stream to spawn. Lindsey caught one that was 32 inches long, but after the 900 mile swim up stream it only weighed 8 pounds, we stayed in a tent that night in a campground near Stanley, and fished for two days. There was 7 of us there and I was the only one that did not even hook one Salmon. But then I had just as much fun as the rest, because I enjoy just being able to be out somewhere like that, out in the wild, out with nature. I really don't care if I do not catch a fish as long as I get to go. So out of all of this, Lindsey was the only one to land one of these enormous, and spectacular fish. It is hard to believe that they swim all of 900 miles to get to the ocean in three months then stay for 3 years and swim all the way back to their birth place upstream to spawn and then that is the end of their journey of life. We went to the Sawtooth hatchery, and toured through it, and there we learned about this great journey, of the Chinook Salmon and all that they endure through life. Only about 1/10Th of them will survive to make it back here to spawn, the rest will either be eaten by other predators, or just die along the way. So to sum it all up we had a great time up on the Salmon river trip. I can't wait to do it again, it is so refreshing to be out in nature. While there I was all alone fishing, and seen a cow Moose swim the river, a bull Elk came within 50 yards of me to drink from the river, he came out onto a rock cropping to look around and sniff the air for any danger before going down to the river to get a drink. The Deer would feed only feet away from me, a Beaver swimming peacefully up and down the river taking winter food to his hole, the birds all in song, there is no greater feeling in all the world. It was so peace full to see and do all that we did, there was no rush to be here or there, no traffic to fight with . Just me and all of Gods wonders. I thank God for being able to enjoy all of the magnificent wonders that he made. For to me to be out with nature just sit and watch the beauty of the rushing river, the squirrels gathering all the food for the following winter, the magnificent ghost of the Forrest (the bull Elk) and all of the other wild things doing their daily task to prepare themselves for winter is so relaxing to me to no way that I can describe. It is like being in a fantasy where I am just a part of a world that doesn't even exist. Then when I am back at camp being with the people who matter the most to me, where I have no concept of what the boss has to say, or any of the other things that we put up with in our every day lives. If only I could just stay here for all times, and never have to go back home. This may not be for all, but I am sure that there is something that you would rather be doing than just getting up to go to work, and coming home at night tired and going to bed, knowing that, that is all you have to look forward to in life. So I am looking forward to my next adventure, and the day that I can just walk away from all of this, the every day job of just being your typical Milkman, and just do what I love to do today and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-1112331099127104214?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/1112331099127104214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-salmon-fishing-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/1112331099127104214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/1112331099127104214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-salmon-fishing-trip.html' title='Another Salmon Fishing Trip'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Smfwe0-GsrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vDdnhRIryTw/s72-c/6696_103281467191_709377191_2022592_5874462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-8897392375038392006</id><published>2009-07-21T15:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:19:37.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired Bull Rider</title><content type='html'>I am a retired bull rider. I used to rodeo when I was younger. I started when I could ride in the little buckaroo rodeo's. Then as I got older I started to get more serious, and started to ride bulls and saddle broncs. I never could get good enough to stay riding saddle broncs though, besides they hurt every part of my body even when I didn't get thrown off. So I just stuck to riding bulls, I would hit all of the ammeter shows that I could. My Father bought some bulls to feed out and sell. So I would load them in a small truck that dad had, about 6 head at a time and haul them to the local rodeo arena in town, and buck them out, every night of the week except when I was at a rodeo. I never could get hold of enough money to join a rodeo school, so I had to learn all on my own. I finally got good enough to join the Rockey Mountain Rodeo Association (RMRA), a semi pro rodeo circuit. Then I would be at some rodeo every weekend all summer long. Through the winter months one of my friends would put together a string of bulls, and every Saturday he would put on a bull riding jackpot at an indoor arena. I started to finally learn to ride somewhat and not winning very much, but learning never the less. Then finally I got good enough to start to win, then I would get thinking that I was good. So sooner or later I would bite the dirt and find out that I was not all that good. I kept on riding though and learning more all of the time. And I started to win more and more. Finally I got good enough to win more than I was loosing so I thought. I was in third place in the standings in the RMRA, the last year that I competed. It was looking pretty good. I was a candidate to go to Gallop New Mexico, to compete with other semi pro circuits. Only the top three money winners were able to go compete. Then it happened, just what everyone said would happen, it is not if it happens but when and how bad you get hurt. I was at a show in Morgan Utah, I had my wife with me this time,and I had drawn a bull nobody liked, he was bad and not good enough to win any money on. I had to get on because to turn out was just unheard of by my standards. Well I got on and called for the gate, when we left the box all Hell broke loose, I ended up underneath him and this was not good, he stomped all over me. But I didn't think that I was hurt so we messed around till the rodeo was all over, then I drove about 100 miles to home. About the last 20 miles I started to hurt, I guess that the adrenalin must have been wearing off. We got home and I can't even remember going into the house. But my wife said that she helped me in and into bed. Well when I woke up I wasn't in my bed, I was at the hospital. I asked my wife where we were, she told me and I said that I didn't need to be there that I wasn't hurt. She made me stay until the Dr. came back with his results, and he said that I was bleeding internally, and he needed to find out where it was coming from. Well the bull had stepped all over my body and I had a perfect hoof print right over my spleen, so he didn't know if my spleen had been ruptured, that's when he told me that if my spleen had been ruptured that I would be dead by morning. So needless to say I decided to stay, at least long enough to find out. After they ran some more tests they found that my left kidney had been crushed, well this is not to serious so I thought. That's when the Dr. told me that I would have to stay in the hospital at least over night to be under constant observation. This was not good to hear. My nurse came in to check me every 15 minuets all through the night, And talk about ugly she looked like she had been ran over by a freight train. She came in and I looked at her, and she must have known what I thought, because she told me what had happened to her without my even asking. She told me that she also was a bull rider and that a bull had stepped right on her face and had crushed it, boy she was ugly. So then the next day around 4:00 in the afternoon I was thinking that I had been abandoned and that my wife had deserted me She finally arrived, then I told her to get my clothes and we were leaving, and she said that the Dr. had to come and release me. Finally he came in and said that he wanted me to stay another night. What another night? No way was I going to spend another night in here. I told my wife that I was leaving whether I was released or not. So that was when he made me promise that I would go home and stay in bed for a couple of more days, and not ride any bulls for at least 2 weeks, by now I was ready to promise anything, so I promised him that I would be a good boy and do as he asked. So we went home. I was already drew up in a show the following weekend and I had no intentions of missing it. So my wife and I went, and I had told her that I had to take my Dr.'s excuse so that I wouldn't have a turn out to my credit. All the time I was planning to get on. It was about a 150 mile drive, and it had me hurting pretty bad by the time that we got there. So then I decided not to get on, and went to the rodeo office and cleared it up so that I wouldn't turn out. Then as all things have to happen I continued in a downhill spiral till I was in 10th place. Some how I managed to stay in tenth place till the circuit finals in December, and made it in in the top 15, which is all that could compete. They had a two bull final, and I won one go around and fourth in the average, not to bad I guess. So I collected my winnings and went home. There wasn't enough winnings through the whole year to cover all of my expenses. This was not good, you can imagine what my wife had to say about it. Earlier on in the year I had quit my job as a carpenter, so I had to find a job. I landed a job driving long haul trucks, this would keep me away from home a week at a time, and there was no time for rodeo. So this did bring a end to my bull riding career, and I still wonder if I had been able to stay with it if I would have gotten good enough to make it on the pro rodeo circuit, and maybe on to the national finals, which is every cowboy's dream. Now you know why I am an retired bull rider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-8897392375038392006?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/8897392375038392006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/retired-bull-rider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8897392375038392006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8897392375038392006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/07/retired-bull-rider.html' title='Retired Bull Rider'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-6595147531398491133</id><published>2009-06-11T13:24:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:32:24.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A SMILE FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFhw02fXrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lXTX3jqH9A0/s1600-h/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346161724114296498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFhw02fXrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lXTX3jqH9A0/s400/abby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you give someone a smile it doesn't cost you a dime. A smile is something that you can give away and receive one back at no cost to anyone. There is no greater feeling than for someone to give you a heart felt smile. If you give someone a smile that you really mean it is sure to make their day a little better. Then if they give one back it is sure to make your day. So keep this in mind the next time that your out and meet someone, even if you don't know this person, just give him/her a friendly smile and see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is a smile for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFcqBL-pDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pxvABHAH2iQ/s1600-h/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFcqBL-pDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pxvABHAH2iQ/s1600-h/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFcqBL-pDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pxvABHAH2iQ/s1600-h/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-6595147531398491133?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/6595147531398491133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/06/smile-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6595147531398491133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6595147531398491133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/06/smile-for-day.html' title='A SMILE FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SjFhw02fXrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lXTX3jqH9A0/s72-c/abby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-8932993123001425444</id><published>2009-05-30T15:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:57:08.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU SERIOUS?</title><content type='html'>Are you serious about changing your life? Wouldn't it be great to live the lifestyle of the few Ellette? If you are sincere about changing the way that you live today then maybe you should give me a chance to help you do just that! At &lt;a href="http://maxamizelife.mymaxsystem.com/land3.php"&gt;Max International&lt;/a&gt; we have the right tools to help you succeed in today's insecure world. Do you know where you will be tomorrow? In today's world of recessed economy no one can be sure what tomorrow may bring, so why not take your future into your own hands and do something to create that security for you and your family.At &lt;a href="http://maxamizelife.mymaxsystem.com/land3.php"&gt;Max International&lt;/a&gt; we have people who are trained and know how to help you get what you want and truly deserve. We want to help you succeed, it will not cost you anything to check us out, just click on one of the links to check us out, so if you are genuinely sincere about changing the way that you live today, and want to do something about it ,then you and only you can! We at &lt;a href="http://maxamizelife.mymaxsystem.com/land3.php"&gt;Max International&lt;/a&gt; are only looking for those of you that are ready and sincere about taking your future financial security to the next level. So why wait? Why not do something about it right now? &lt;a href="http://maxamizelife.mymaxsystem.com/land3.php"&gt;http://maxamizelife.mymaxsystem.com/land3.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-8932993123001425444?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/8932993123001425444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8932993123001425444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8932993123001425444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-serious.html' title='ARE YOU SERIOUS?'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-7250941306642767691</id><published>2009-05-19T11:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:35:22.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DAWN OF A NEW SPRING DAY</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here in the milk truck on a beautiful spring day. The sun is just coming up over the Eastern mountains, not a cloud in the sky. The farmers are out in the fields doing their spring field work, the birds are busy building their nests to lay eggs in and become young birds as time slips slowly by. Shortly there will be new life all around, the crops will begin to sprout up, the birds will have their young and all life for a summer will start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains all around are still capped with the white of snow from the passing winter, which will soon be all gone as summer will come as it has in the past and will for ever more. Springtime! Springtime is probably the greatest time of the year to me. All around is new life. It is a great feeling to watch the sun rise over the eastern slops and shine its rays down upon the earth, to give new life to all living creatures. The horses out in the fields lying on their sides stretched out to take in all of its pleasure and warmth that it brings. The new grass with the morning dew still hanging onto its blades glittering in the sunlight waiting to either drop to the earth or be evaporated into the atmosphere. Its blades seem to be reaching up to take in all of the suns rays to make a stronger more productive plant. There are new buds on all the trees to make leaves , and fruit for all. The bees are busy buzzing about pollinating, and making their honey, new life is everywhere. The flowers are all in bloom. This is a splendid time, it is quiet all around, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hussel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bussel&lt;/span&gt; of the morning has not yet began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in the quiet of the morning I have time to remember the things that I like best. I can sit here and still remember the sweet smell of the sweat from the horse between my legs that I may be riding in the early morning hours. It is still and quiet, the air is pure, and fresh. There is no greater time of the day or year than springtime for me. Old man winter is in the past for another year. But I think it is because of the new life all around that brings this pleasure, and makes me feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-7250941306642767691?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/7250941306642767691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn-of-new-spring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7250941306642767691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7250941306642767691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn-of-new-spring-day.html' title='THE DAWN OF A NEW SPRING DAY'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-1154437960031731184</id><published>2009-05-18T09:34:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:39:06.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRIBUTUTE TO THE PARENTS &amp; LOVED ONES OF FALLEN SOLDiERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEMORIAL DAY&lt;/div&gt;Memorial Day to me is not just a holiday for pleasure and a day off of work. This day to me, is to remember loved ones who have passed on to a greater and better place of being. It is to remember those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for a country such as ours to be free and we could live in peace. I think that we should remember to honor those men/women who have fallen to keep this country of ours, free, and so that we can live in harmony with the rest of the world. My deepest sympathy goes out to the mothers &amp;amp; fathers &amp;amp; all loved ones of those who have made the ultimate sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;We should all be thankfull and remember those who have fought on foreign or even our own soil to keep our way of life that we all enjoy. We should remember all of our forefathers who gave us this great country and made the rules to keep it this way. So Memorial Day to me is just to sit back and take a moment in our life to remember all of the great souls, whether living or deceased and honor them, and to take a moment to share some of the pain of all loved ones across America who have lost a loved one to such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;But not only to those who have lost their lives to keep us free, but to all of those who have passed on, and also those who have fought and are still here with all of the pains of war.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the American people are so involved in working and trying to make ends meet that we have lost touch with such things. We do not always think to give remembrance to the real reason for the holiday weather it is Memorial Day, Independence Day, Christmas , or what ever. We are all so wrapped up in our daily lives that we forgot what is really important. So before you go out and spend your day doing what ever it is that you may do on a holiday, first that you should give remembrance to what this holiday is really about. Give a little thought and reverence to what this day was meant for. Then go out and enjoy what these people have preserved for us for the rest of your day. This comes from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;So I feel that everyone in this fast paced world should remember to just take a few minutes out of their busy schedule and pay some respect to those who have given this great sacrifice for all of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;I myself have not been one of the unfortunate who have lost a loved one in such a tragic way. I feel so lucky, but still there should be no greater honor and should be respected and remembered for all of eternity. I can't even begin to express how grateful that I am! So here is a rose to each and everyone of you for today and every day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204316598850130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShGPDFiOUlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mh72zllWnSA/s400/mandy+rose.jpg" /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;So to all of the loved ones of those great people who have insured me such a great &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; way of life my heart goes out to you with the greatest sympathy &amp;amp; love not just t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; day of the year but everyday 24-7-365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShGM1Ww66EI/AAAAAAAAADc/5l4W_Sw_Bpg/s1600-h/mandy+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-1154437960031731184?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/1154437960031731184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-parents-loved-onea-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/1154437960031731184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/1154437960031731184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-parents-loved-onea-of-fallen.html' title='A TRIBUTUTE TO THE PARENTS &amp; LOVED ONES OF FALLEN SOLDiERS'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShGPDFiOUlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mh72zllWnSA/s72-c/mandy+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-8010413783552513137</id><published>2009-05-01T08:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:01:29.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEN SLACKING</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking, my dad has been in the hospital due to a heart problem. The doctors have him all fixed up now, so mabe I can do better at keeping up on my blog. He had a 90% blockage, so they had to clean it out and put a stint in, now we are going to start him on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;MAX GXL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;, because we know that it will help to keep this kind of thing from happening again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;MAX GXL&lt;/a&gt; is a Glutathione Accelerator, it helps the body to rebuild the cells, and detoxify, and lots of other things. After the age 20 your body starts to loose Glutathione, this is called the ageing process,&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt; MAX GXL&lt;/a&gt; can slow this process down. So now that we have decided to get him started on it we feel that we can get him back on his feet and enjoy him for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now with that out of the way, spring time has finally approached, we will be getting the cattle ready to move to the summer pasture. This is a busy time but enjoyable, with the branding, castrating, vaccinating, and all we will be plenty busy. It is a good feeling to see old man winter go to the way side for another year. I am always glad to see the seasons change, I love the spring and fall the best but you know what they say, a change is as good as a rest, well thats so with me and the seasons, I get tired of summer and complain that it is too hot, get tired of winter because it is too cold. Springtime is when you have all the new life, the grass gets green, the trees all start to get their leaves, the new calves are born it's just the best. I love to watch the little calves run with each other, but heads , and play as if there is no consern of any kind what so ever. They race up and down the pasture, run and buck and just have fun, so full of life. &lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;I don't think there could be a better style of life anywhere on this planet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-8010413783552513137?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/8010413783552513137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-slacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8010413783552513137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8010413783552513137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-slacking.html' title='BEEN SLACKING'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-6679575928159428197</id><published>2009-04-24T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:03:34.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Ebook</title><content type='html'>In todays market on the internet it is constantly changing. So take advantage of this great offer while it is avalible. 10 Steps to success by Michael Dloughy&lt;br /&gt;To get your free ebook on 10 steps to success simply click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great course you also get free mentoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bill.mentoringforfree.com/indexMFF.php?u=bill"&gt;mentoringforfree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-6679575928159428197?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/6679575928159428197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-ebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6679575928159428197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6679575928159428197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-ebook.html' title='Free Ebook'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-9185776230418776846</id><published>2009-03-29T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:00:52.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich dad poor dad'/><title type='text'>RICH DAD POOR DAD</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0446677450?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=themilbog-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0446677450"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad: What the Rich Teach Their Kids About Money--That the Poor and Middle Class Do Not!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=themilbog-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0446677450" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robert T. Kiyosaki.Got some good information in it. Tells about how a 9 year old boy wants to become rich. So he finds a rich dad to teach him. He works for 10 cents per hour, then ends up working for nothing for the same guy. All the while he is learning how to become very rich. Anyway he has two dads one rich (rich dad) and an educated dad (educated dad) Who was a school teacher. So which one does a 9 year old boy listen to and follow? One telling him to get an education and a secure good paying job. While the other telling him to learn to let money work for him. Rich dad says to get educated but in different ways. He says why work for a good company? why not own the company?&lt;br /&gt;This is a good educational book. You can get it on my carousal on the side bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-9185776230418776846?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/9185776230418776846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/rich-dad-poor-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/9185776230418776846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/9185776230418776846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/rich-dad-poor-dad.html' title='RICH DAD POOR DAD'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-7328258357901542110</id><published>2009-03-26T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:12:53.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTER YOUR BLOG BANNER</title><content type='html'>Want to get your blog advertised for free? 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No need to look any further, we have a great product and one of the best comp. plans available. Our comp. plan is a 7 level &amp;amp; it pays 7 ways. 1. Retail Profit's; It's the simple principle of buy it wholesale, sell it at retail, and keep the difference. 2. Preferred Customer Commissions; When you enroll Preferred Customers, you get a full 25% of every order they place. Your Preferred Customers register with the company, they are linked to you. &amp;amp; they can purchase products at the special wholesale Associate price by going on &lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;AUTO SHIP&lt;/a&gt;. 3. Fast Track Commissions; Your initial product sales are quickly rewarded with weekly pay as you generate new business. 4. Team Commissions;You'll build two sales teams: a right &amp;amp; a left; called sales legs. One will be your strong leg with more CV (Commissional Volume) during the month, and the other will be your Pay Leg with less CV during the month.5. 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It's easy with our simple 3 step action plan.Come join me and let me show you how.&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;http://www.maxgxl.com/49241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-2190169363826602966?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/2190169363826602966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-join.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/2190169363826602966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/2190169363826602966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-join.html' title='Come Join'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-6324520578972396881</id><published>2009-03-14T10:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:12:39.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bull riding'/><title type='text'>ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbviVSZNNvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDT4c6tpkBU/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313089040756324082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbviVSZNNvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDT4c6tpkBU/s400/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hey I used to ride bulls in a semi pro circuit. Well so I am interested in this kind of sports. What are you interested in? What ever it may be football, baseball, or whatever, do you have the time to take it into your life? I also like to fish &amp;amp; hunt. Here are a couple of photos of my bull riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Sbvi0yXBPLI/AAAAAAAAACE/muqfmTazGBM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313089581913029810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/Sbvi0yXBPLI/AAAAAAAAACE/muqfmTazGBM/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch the PBR (Professional Bull Riding). What if I asked you to go to Las Vegas, Nevada to the PBR World Finals? What would your answer be? Maybe it would be, gosh I’d love to but well my car broke down it will cost $500.00 to fix it and so it put me in a crunch till next payday. My answer might be that would be great let’s reserve a room &amp;amp; get the tickets we will want the best seats available.&lt;br /&gt;So the only person that can make the change in your life is you. Where do you want to be in maybe a year or 5 years or 10 years? It’s up to you to decide where you want to be. 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After you click continue, it will open another page where you can click on "&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;Take the Tour&lt;/a&gt;", or you can scroll down to the product that you are interested in and click on it. &lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;http://www.maxgxl.com/49241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to explore a better quality health for you and your family.Randy Petersen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-7181369568520799360?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/7181369568520799360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/quality-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7181369568520799360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7181369568520799360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/quality-health.html' title='quality health'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-6462964718757262248</id><published>2009-03-08T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:14:31.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WIFE LEISA &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbQrGSIrkOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZM7q-TGemec/s1600-h/barhound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917247524114658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbQrGSIrkOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZM7q-TGemec/s400/barhound.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just another pitcure that my wife Leisa had taken at the Eastern Idaho Fair.It was alot of fun. She will murder me when she see's it on here, but then that's how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;http://www.maxgxl.com/49241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-6462964718757262248?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/6462964718757262248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-just-another-pitcure-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6462964718757262248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/6462964718757262248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-just-another-pitcure-that-my.html' title='MY WIFE LEISA &amp; ME'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbQrGSIrkOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZM7q-TGemec/s72-c/barhound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-2774220907615923919</id><published>2009-03-08T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:15:02.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS MY FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPr2W4nqOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3KqvbFl5c2I/s1600-h/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847704688470242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPr2W4nqOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3KqvbFl5c2I/s400/100_0719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my family so this is one of the reasons that I want to be successful and have quality time to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;http://www.maxgxl.com/49241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPrExCH1rI/AAAAAAAAABc/xY8l_jtaTlI/s1600-h/100_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPrpp98A4I/AAAAAAAAABk/DHloBLbhmDk/s1600-h/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-2774220907615923919?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/2774220907615923919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/2774220907615923919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/2774220907615923919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-family.html' title='THIS IS MY FAMILY'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPr2W4nqOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3KqvbFl5c2I/s72-c/100_0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-260311883565572705</id><published>2009-03-08T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:16:10.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ON THE SAMON RIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is me on my fishing trip on the Salmon River.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310844100575228258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPokkhD8WI/AAAAAAAAABU/_MwkVv5oJJk/s200/fishing26-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is just one other reason for the things I want to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spending time to do all of the things that I enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of my daughters and their husbands were on this trip with me, we never even caught one fish. But the time that we had to spend together was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;http://www.maxgxl.com/49241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-260311883565572705?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/260311883565572705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-me-on-my-fishing-trip-on-salmon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/260311883565572705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/260311883565572705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-me-on-my-fishing-trip-on-salmon.html' title='ME ON THE SAMON RIVER'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/SbPokkhD8WI/AAAAAAAAABU/_MwkVv5oJJk/s72-c/fishing26-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-8379823707243674829</id><published>2009-03-02T10:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:16:29.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STILL SKEPTICAL'/><title type='text'>Still Skeptical?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that some of you are still skeptical about a &lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;NETWORK MARKETING &lt;/a&gt;business. So I thought that I would add a little. I have never been in any other network marketing. My brother got me to get in this one. he said it was a great opportunity with some great products.I was just like you. Not for me. He talked for a while and showed me that it really is a great opportunity. So I joined. Well I signed up 3 associates really fast. Ah this is easy! Well no one else seamed to want to join. So this is not cutting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I started to get educated in Marketing. Not just marketing but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Network Marketing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh by the way. I had given up on network marketing, because I just wasn't making any money. Not getting anyone to join. This was so frustrating that I gave up. Even though it is a great company with great products. No one wanted to join. Then my brother got me to start reading on the how to of network marketing. So I did and still do. Because you never stop learning. So now I take what I have learned and pass it on to my down lines for free. Because I want each and everyone of them to be successful in their business. Because your success means that I have succeeded. Not only in my business but helping you to be successful.This information is only &lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;Free to my down lines&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So back to my story. I had lots of bad debt. I was thinking of filling bankruptcy.I had garnishments on my pay check.Which only complicated things even worse. By loosing a percent of my income I couldn't keep up with my other bills.I hated to answer the phone. So I had to do something. Bankruptcy looked like the only way out. But what about my credit? So what? So if you really want to succeed maybe I can help. Come on over to my web page and let's see. Hope to see ya there,or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:pbudger55@live.com"&gt;pbudger55@live.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:pbudger55@gmail.com"&gt;pbudger55@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxgxl.com/49241"&gt;or check out my web site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To follow my blog just go to right side of this page and click on follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-8379823707243674829?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/8379823707243674829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-skeptical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8379823707243674829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/8379823707243674829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-skeptical.html' title='Still Skeptical?'/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3933321460885459721.post-7095690432495350297</id><published>2009-03-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:45:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3933321460885459721-7095690432495350297?l=milkmanbog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/feeds/7095690432495350297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7095690432495350297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3933321460885459721/posts/default/7095690432495350297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkmanbog.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Milkman Bog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17767989761956000304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kqmQ_y4sVdM/ShN_XQb0QZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHrO6TMUP14/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
