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<strong>Making</strong> <strong>Your</strong> <strong>First</strong> <strong>Million</strong><br />
his plane to the tarmac. Fearing another explosion he told his passengers: "Get out. Get<br />
out!" And they got out. But he couldn't. He'd broken his back. And there followed<br />
another long stint in hospital <strong>of</strong> pain <strong>and</strong> depression.<br />
And he told us the story <strong>of</strong> sitting on the terrace <strong>of</strong> the hospital angry <strong>and</strong> suicidal <strong>and</strong><br />
cursing God. Looking up into the night sky he said: "What have you done to me? Before<br />
my accidents I had as many choices as there are stars in the sky. And what good am I<br />
now? Look at me. I'm a burnt up cripple."<br />
And a voice came to him: "There are still hundreds <strong>of</strong> things you can do." And Mitchell<br />
fell silent. Yes. There were still things he could do. He could still talk <strong>and</strong> laugh. He<br />
could still get about in his wheelchair. In great excitement he wheeled around to find the<br />
matron. "There are still things I can do. I'm not useless. I'd like to help."<br />
And the matron told him: "You will be <strong>of</strong> great value here." And she steered him to the<br />
bed <strong>of</strong> a man dying <strong>of</strong> pancreatic cancer. And within minutes he was laughing, thinking<br />
"I may be dying but at least I'm not as bad as him." She wheeled him to the beds <strong>of</strong> others<br />
in the hospital who thought they'd had a rough deal from life. People with debilitating or<br />
terminal diseases, depressed, feeling valueless. And Mitchell told each his story <strong>and</strong><br />
within a few minutes brought lightness <strong>and</strong> laughter to each. And each one was thinking:<br />
"At least I'm not as bad as him."<br />
Mitchell had a new purpose. Armed with nothing but his story, his face <strong>and</strong> his<br />
wheelchair he began visiting hospitals in the Mid-West, turning people's lives around. 'At<br />
least I'm not as bad as him.' And he became a speaker in Rotary <strong>and</strong> finally a speaker on<br />
the international motivational speakers' circuit which was where I met him. His<br />
philosophy was "Stuff happens. It's not what happens that matters. It's what you do about<br />
it. You can wallow in the manure pit <strong>of</strong> life or you can pick up a shovel <strong>and</strong> use it to<br />
compost your trees <strong>and</strong> grow fruit with it."<br />
When Colin first came in he had weeks to live. His liver was shot, his face a bright<br />
yellow, his eyes bloodshot <strong>and</strong> yellow, shaking, foul-smelling, filthy, unshaven <strong>and</strong><br />
unable to do other than mumble <strong>and</strong> shuffle. He felt valueless <strong>and</strong> lost. Cherie understood<br />
him. She'd been there too. And she came over to Colin <strong>and</strong> put her arm around his<br />
shoulders. "Sit here Col. Right up the front. We need you mate."<br />
"Wha yessay? No good no more."<br />
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