He replied from his bed “good morning.”
Those would be his last words. That evening Papa passed away. It was 16 years ago today.
He replied from his bed “good morning.”
Those would be his last words. That evening Papa passed away. It was 16 years ago today.
It was 2007, and I worked at Azoogle (now, defunct). At the time, a multi–million dollar ad network. We ruled the tooth whitening, colon cleansing, date getting, and ring tone peddling portion of the Internet.
We all have fear. Some are innate, activating our fight-or-flight instincts. Some fear, however, is learned. That fear is insidious. It seeps into our unconscious paralyzing us to the point where we choose “safety” over the pursuit of our passions. I believe that “learned fear” is the disease of our time. Battle it by taking baby steps. My first step was silent contemplation and meditation. Another was obsessive note-taking. The last step was challenging myself to dream as big as I possibly could, imagining that money was no object, and stepping toward that challenge. I had nothing to lose. Neither do you.
Mom embodies, the true ideal of “through sickness and in health.” Mom is the thankless soldier, taking on the burden of the entire troop. Her head is bloodied, but unbowed.
I’m a loser. Really, I am. I’ve had my ass kicked so many times I’ve stopped counting. I’ve been fired more times than I care to remember. Three times in less than two years in fact. I have scars. Deep ugly jagged cuts that at times have left me bleeding on the ground. That’s precisely why I win in business. It’s also exactly why my company performs 10X better than our competition. Because I’ve had my ass kicked I do things differently.
A few weeks ago I gave a speech during Catalyst Week. My agency Silverback Social was co-curating the week’s events. […]
I’m not a runner – but I’m training for the New York City Marathon. I’m doing
it to raise moneyand awareness for a horrible disease that my father is living with called ALS(Lou Gehrig’s disease). I’ve been training since the first week in July. I started slowly. Only 3 miles on the first day. Concluding the first week with 16 miles under my belt (it hurt). Last week I completed 43 miles of training (I felt great)
Recently I was at a family party chatting with my Uncle Joe. We were discussing the progress of my training to run in this years ING New York City Marathon. I’m running with the ALS Association to raise money for Joe’s baby brother, and my Father Adrian.