Jul 28 2010
Listening To Your Life
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Born in 1950 and country grown outside of Pittsburgh where I naturally went deep. The space program was a big deal when I was 11 and 12 years old but I can clearly remember it not holding a lick of interest for me.
I was into digging and dirt. I built dams in farmer’s streams. My buddies and I built earthen forts and tried tunneling. One of the best stand-by-me adventures was following a gas line excavation for miles, all day long.
At 12 I took my first job on a farm and my love of gardening grew from there. I worked on the farm for 5 years and loved every bit of it but I especially loved digging up spuds and stacking the wooden crates high in cool, dimly lit storage rooms.
When I was 17 I took a job going deeper into the earth and worked with a backhoe operator installing sewer pipes. I loved carrying those 80 lb. terra cotta sections and jumping in and out of ditches. Can you see the developing theme? Can you see what my life was trying to tell me, even then? 
At 19, on summer break from college, I worked as a United Mine Worker in a deep shaft coal mine.
I get occasional emails from desperate readers who think they have totally screwed up their lives. They think they can’t afford to hire me as their coach but they reach out hoping for help. 
Being on track feels flat out exhilarating! I’m talking about those vigorously inspiring times when you know you’re on the right track. That knowing has been gradually building within me and I want to help you find it as well. 
Solo entrepreneurship can be a lonely journey and if you have a non-supportive spouse or significant other, it can feel even lonelier. Lately I’ve seen a greater number of brand new small business owners, who feel as though they are all on their own, even though they are in relationship. 
We must stand tall and speak up or our silence will make us poor. Money is attracted to confidence. Attractive confidence is the direct connection between authenticity and financial prosperity. 
I was eleven years old, watching The Three Stooges, on a fall afternoon. I heard a loud insistent knock at the back door and, upon opening it, I saw my neighbor, Little Larry, all out of breath and crying. A hunter mistakenly shot his dog Lobo. Lobo was suffering and needed help.
