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There's Hope in Jacob
The morning was on the horizon, and I knew today would be particularly tough. We were down three volunteers at the shelter, and tonight would be especially cold. Our average visits were up 200 percent over the last week, mainly because of an unusual cold snap. It was almost 7 am so I tapped on the girl's door so they could get up to prepare for a day of virtual classes. Emmy was 12, and Alex 16. Both of them great students; although Zoom was wearing thin on them, they were ready to get back to school, and so was I. Emmy poked her head out the bedroom and reminded me that she needed some colored pencils. I nodded and smiled to acknowledge her and quickly jotted it down in my Moleskine, which I keep in my breast pocket. My mind immediately switched to my drive into work as the girl's mom arrived home from her 3rd shift. The temperature flirted with 0 degrees Fahrenheit, so I was dressed relatively dense, pea coat, tweed hat, and boots.
By Greg B.5 years ago in Motivation
Little Black Book
Little Black Book By Theresa Evans I was walking home from work one evening; I came across something that looked like someone had lost their wallet. It didn't take me long to realize later that it was a little black book. I seriously wanted to return this book back to the owner, but I had no successful luck for weeks.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Motivation
GAMEDAY INSIGHTS! YARDSTICKS!
GAMEDAY INSIGHTS! YARDSTICKS! LET'S DISCUSS+BUILD A WORKING LIST!! "Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." -Thomas Edison
By Let's Sell RV's! Become a "Mighty" RV Sales Warrior!5 years ago in Motivation
The Coded Dream
A little black notebook, a code, and a dream. Amy was a young girl with aspirations and unwritten dreams. It wasn’t her time yet. She had to grow. The pages in her little black notebook were currently blank. She was so unsure of what should be written anyway. She desired so many things but it had to come to her naturally, it could not be forced. Lost within the status quo, she felt she did not fit in. People would often call her a dreamer. Over and over again she would hear that she needed to get out of her head and find the most logical and stable resources to live. She was hurt. She felt so lost and misunderstood as she stuck to the status quo for years to please everyone around her. There had to be more out there?
By Amy Parsons5 years ago in Motivation
This-ability
I was earning a triple honors degree in criminology, law and psychology, while working part time driving a bus for a retirement home. It was a beautiful sunny summer day, and we had planned to take the retirement residents on a picnic to a park across town. I was asked to load the Coleman cooler filled with food, into the bus. I lifted the heavy cooler, and then turned toward the bus to load it. Suddenly, I felt a jolt of pain in my back and a sensation of my spine collapsing under the weight of the cooler. I knew I was in serious trouble. I headed inside to the nurses station and explained what happened. They gave me an ice pack. It was all they could do.
By Barbara Verner5 years ago in Motivation
The no cost black book
She was in a rush when she ran down the street towards her destination. She had arranged with a stranger to purchase a used item and pick it up at a location between their respective homes. Unfamiliar with the area, she was running late for the pickup when she tripped over some unknown item. Her stumble was in such a comical manner that it caused a passerby to chuckle lightly at the sight. She got up and picked up a small black book which had caused her stumble and subsequent fall. The book was simple in nature, no title on the cover or spine. She flipped open the book and saw that on the inside cover written in her hand was her name.
By Guillermo Jatzek5 years ago in Motivation
Black Women in Music
Straight through the gate... Aye!! I choose Janet Jackson, one of Motown's very own. My girl Janet Jackson her voice says it all, along with her multi-Platinum achievements. She is a singer, songwriter, actress, dancer and record producer.
By Annette Wilson5 years ago in Motivation
How a little black Moleskine book made me the hero of my life.
A little black book...hmm, what does that bring to mind? Mystery, intrigue, the mundane, just something to jot down notes and reminders, excitement, possibilities, a diary, or if you were a teenage boy in my era, it was where you kept the names and numbers of all the girls you wanted to date.
By Heli Doggett5 years ago in Motivation
The Dreamer
This is a story about a dreamer; a story about a small-town girl with aspirations so high many people did not find them realistic. Janelle was the shy child in the classroom usually quiet and seemed to be in her own little world. The teachers saw her uniqueness and Janelle was asked to join the gifted and talented classes. She was an innocent soul with a brilliant mind that she didn’t even realize she held. When Janelle reached middle school, she faced many traumatic events due to losing many family members and things began to change. Janelle started to rebel and the once shy; once innocent little girl was now lost, scared, and confused. Janelle had always felt things deeply despite her upbringing in a “tough” family and although that meant she felt much joy in even the small things she was also feeling much pain in darkness of the world. Not only had she always felt different and out of place but now she also felt alone and wondered why these things were happening to her. Janelle made it through these times though. They weren’t the easiest times, but even on the darkest days Janelle knew she had to continue to push forward and even when it felt lost, she knew she could never completely lose her faith. Janelle graduated high school and even received some scholarships to help her start her journey into college. Janelle worked three jobs and went to school and continued to refuse to give up. She didn’t know where exactly she was going, but she did know there was something in store for her and people were relying on her strength. There were many obstacles on Janelle’s adult journey. She faced losing her first true love and had to leave her life and home and start over. She met another man that was a narcissist and abused her emotionally and sexually. Janelle was always a strong independent person, but by the time she realized what kind of relationship she was in she was married with a child. She would now go through a divorce and a criminal case due from the injuries she endured. She was now raising her precious two-year-old son on her own and struggling to stay afloat both financially and mentally. However, through all of these things, Janelle received her Associates of Arts Degree, Bachelor of Science Degree majoring in Psychology, and worked as an adult mental health caseworker for a year. Janelle refused to give up; there was still something she was chasing, even if she didn’t know exactly what it was, it was there and she knew it was important and beautiful. After the year of being a caseworker Janelle began to grow tired. There were many battles she had faced in that year and she knew she had to change something or she was going to lose her inner fight. There had never been a time in Janelle’s life where she ever questioned giving up, that simply wasn’t an option. There were many sleepless nights and numerous moments of exhaustion, but her soul was always strong and motivated. Now she was facing a tired soul; something she had never experienced before. Janelle applied for the Master's Program for Social Work and began exploring different parts of herself on, what some would call, a soul-searching journey. In the living room there was a little black book that Janelle had put on the table by the couch to look at later and had never found the time to sit down and read it. Janelle fell onto the couch in hopelessness, opened the book and began reading. When I say this was a little black book, I mean that in reference to the size of the book physically not the number of pages it held; it was rather lengthy. The cover was missing from the book it was solid black and did not have a title, an author, or any references inside of it. Janelle had found this book in a box of things someone had put on the curb for the trash. In her free time Janelle enjoyed collecting things people were giving away, or putting on the curb, to rehome them to people in need. This is what lead her to pick up this box that contained this little black book. The book helped Janelle find herself, her connection to the Universe, her connection to the Higher Power she calls God, and it also helped her find her dreams. Janelle followed every step, word for word, that the little black book told her to do. She had a journal where she would write down the understandings and information, she learned about herself and her dreams. Janelle began to understand her purpose and just how much light she could spread into rather dark world. This is when she began painting her mental image of the dreams she had been, and would continue, to chase. There is a movie called Same Kind of Different as Me and this heartfelt movie had always been an inspiration to Janelle; “What would Mrs. Debbie do?” is the question she would ask herself in many situations. Being an adult mental health caseworker Janelle had touched many lives, and even saved some. She knew her dreams were related to helping others; of all the questions she had this held no doubt. If you haven’t seen the movie, I won’t spoil it for you in hopes that you will watch it, but Mrs. Debbie had a dream to help the homeless. Janelle sat in silence night after night contemplating what her dream looked like. She pictured a place where people that struggled to maintain a job could share their beautiful art work whether that be writing, painting, music, refurbished furniture, etc.. There are so many people in this world that are beautifully gifted, yet struggle to maintain a steady job due to mental health and support. Janelle wanted to change this; she wanted to not only spread her light but help spread the light of others, as well as, build them up and give them purpose. Janelle pictured an old 2 story home that she could remodel and turn into the place she dreams of; She would name the place of her dreams iBelieve Im-Possible. There would be the giftshop, a room for donations, a room with a TV and library area, a little café area where drinks and snacks could be sold and even peoples artfully made meals or deserts, if they chose to sell them there. Janelle had visions of having classes and groups in the evenings to help educate and support others. As these thoughts flowed into Janelle’s mental image she smiled and lived in that moment, in that place of her dreams, for quite some time. Although she had found her dream, and she envisioned this dream in such great detail, Janelle knew how far and hard she would have to work to reach it. Hard work and time seemed trivial to Janelle with this place in her mental vision she knew she had to push on; for she had a lighthouse to build. A month went by and Janelle had been continuously obtaining more ideas and learning more about herself daily with the help of the little black book. Then the night came when she sat down to read the ending. Janelle had been struggling throughout the day thinking about her dreams and asking herself if this was even a realistic journey to contemplate. Like always, Janelle managed to hold onto her faith and began reading the ending of the book. As she came across the last couple pages, she realized there was something in the back of the book. Janelle ignored it, telling herself she would see it when she got to the end, even though she was full of curiosity. On the last page the book stated, “If you have come to the end of this book, I can assume you are dedicated to your dreams; for if not a dreamer you would not have had the interest to read this many pages that contain no answers, but ways for you to find your answers. I wrote this book in hopes that it would find the right person and with my trust in the Universe I believe that it has done just that. I myself was a dreamer and the Universe brought me a mentor. Oh, the beautiful things I was able to accomplish with my dreams. I’ve shared my light. Now it’s your turn to share yours. I haven’t shared my name, and I won’t, that is not important. This book is not published and there is not another one like it; it’s the one and only. I pray it has found the hands of a soul so bright that your dreams flourish and maybe pay it forward when the time is right. On the inside of the back cover there is a paper tucked behind the paper covering it. Remove the paper and you will find the blue posted note that contains the name of a bank and the information you should give them to receive the $20,000 I have chosen to give you. If you chose to use this money for your own self-fulfillment, I will never know. I do, however, believe the Universe has better taste in dreamers than that and I do believe you have dreams to chase. Flashlights are not needed at the back of the room; they are needed at the front to shine the light and lead the way. Now go forth and lead this world to see and share the light you hold; for that’s the true gold.” Janelle grabbed the piece of paper and dialed her friends' number that is a real-estate agent as she walked out the door. “Hey Janelle what’s up?” said Jackie with Kelley Relators. Janelle responded, “I have a dream to manifest. Can you help me?” With a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, Janelle was no longer chasing, but following her dreams thanks to the anonymous writer of the little black book. For the first time in her life Janelle did not feel alone, lost, scared, or out of place. Janelle felt connected, bright, confident, and doing exactly what Mrs. Debbie would do.
By Kimber Goodwin5 years ago in Motivation
