Everything I am I owe to the world and people around me. Motivation and inspiration are the necessary ingredients to build the person you want to be. Reading good books every day is a must; listening to awesome people share their story is a must; learning every day is a must. Today I want to share part of my personal life. From a young age I started listening to Zig Ziglar; I have a picture on my wall at the office with Zig and I shaking hands. It was a highlight of my young life. Later I immersed myself in Tony Robbins. The internet, especially YouTube, allowed me to listen to massive numbers of happy, successful, achievers on a regular basis. Today I will share some of those videos I start and end my day with.
This blog owes its existence to Pete, the blogger at Mr. Money Mustache. My writing has been prolific for decades, but this is a blog with a far more consistent and serious undertone than what I have written before. My novels and short stories tend to be very dark. I mean, so dark you want to get a rope when you are done reading the story. I am not my fiction writing which is why I rarely share who I am as a fiction writer. In my personal life I am very optimistic and positive.
Several years ago my office building was burglarized. Two young men used a tire iron to break a window and enter the building. Tax offices do not have a lot of stuff worth stealing so they settled on two monitors and an old safe with an empty coffee can in it. People pay their bill by credit card or ACH in the majority of cases; a few still pay by check and cash comes in during tax season and is removed each day.
The young men caused thousands of dollars in damage for the massive haul of two monitors worth maybe $20 each. (New monitors are under $100.) So what were they geniuses looking for? Well, it seems they remembered I had a soda machine outside my building a decade ago and they assumed I moved the machine inside the building. Yes, they burglarized my building for some of that lucrative soda machine money.
They did not find the soda machine. I retired the machine years ago. The police were so excited to gather evidence. A few days later the young men were in custody. The police and district attorney informed me I was a victim. I replied ‘I am not the victim. My building is the victim; they kicked the shit out of it.’ For some reason I did not feel violated; I can’t speak for my building since I was not the one sodomized.