"Tapping The Source," By William Gladstone, Richard Greninger, and John Selby
"The most important principle to creating true wealth is to be of service to others. Good fortune smiles on those who appreciate their good fortune and who realize that their good fortune is not for their enjoyment alone, but for the betterment of the planet and of others."
Okay... so this morning my husband was telling me about a lady that sits on the board of directors with him, who had a stroke several weeks ago, she was told by the doctors that she will never improve from the state that she is in right now. She will need 24 hour care for the rest of her life. My heart immediately went out to her and her family. I have met her several times and I do have a relationship with her. I suggested perhaps I could get her family on the phone with Dr. Wallach. I thought that we may be able to help her with some of our products and possibly improve her current state of health... my husband told me that people think that "WE" just want to profit off of other people's illnesses and their miss fortune. Don't get me wrong... I understood he believes that is what people think... he knows why I got into this business and knows my passion for helping people but he also knows how people think... so I wanted to clarify this...
First of all if someone wants me to introduce them to people who were told by their doctors that this is it, this is all you will have and we can not hope for any improvement... I can show you people who now have great health because they did not listen to what the doctors told them. Doctors know a lot but they do not know everything... how could they? There is so much information and knowledge out there... I highly recommend that you do your own research like I did.
Like most parents I took my kids to the doctor several times a year for colds, infections and such, it was unavoidable, so I thought. The Dr. would give me prescriptions to fill, products to buy and away I would go. I asked the doctor if there was anything I could do, what about vitamins, supplements? He said they would not help as long as my kids were eating well they would not need them. However, I never thought for one second that the doctors and pharmacies wanted to keep my family sick so they could profit off of me and my family. Why would I think that! But, now I have a different idea about doctors and health care. More to come on my BlogTalkradio show... The New HealthCare Revolution. (Don't get me wrong doctors can do amazing things.) I also think that doctors are in the business to make money just like the rest of us!
My son is an athlete and I started hearing about athletes dropping dead because of nutritional deficiencies after hard workouts. I watched kids prepare to get on the ice with a candy bar in one hand and soda in the other. Once your kid is a teenager we have very little control about what they eat. So how do we know if they are eating healthy. I did some research and through a good friend (I am now in business with) who is a personal fitness trainer, I started my son on supplements and while he has had a cold here and there I just have him double up on the supplements for a while and it goes away. He hasn't been to the doctor in years for sickness and my daughter swears by supplements now and so do I. I feel so much better as a mom giving supplements to my family.
My sister was diagnosed with RA several months ago and fully accepted her roll as a person with RA. She lost her job and could not work because of the pain. She was ready to be on pain killers for the rest of her life and go through physical therapy and accept her fate. I love my sister and the last thing that I wanted was to see her suffer. She spoke with our very own Dr. Wallach on the phone, started on our products and within 3 weeks had amazing results. She feels so good she forgets she was diagnosed with RA and she has her life back. She has joined me in this business and immediately started thinking about people she loves and cares about and ways she could help them. I love my sister and why would I not want her to have an amazing life too.
Why is it okay for doctors, hospitals, and pharmacies to profit from our illnesses and we don't think twice about it. However, as soon as a friend or family member who truly cares about your quality of life and your health mentions about buying a supplement from them suddenly they are profit mongers and just want to take advantage of you. Why on God's earth would I want to do that. When I am a millionaire I will buy your products for you so you have better health and a better quality of life... all I ask now is that you trust me as someone who loves you and cares about you. That is why I got into this business in the first place.
I am not asking you to get sick so I can make a profit off of you purchasing products from me. Heck, I don't want you to buy products from me, buy them from one of my other distributors if you don't want to help me, but get your quality of life back or better yet... don't get sick. Think of supplements as a preventative maintenance program for the future. Just like health insurance, life insurance and your retirement... oh ya those people make profits off of you too! Or, we can choose to do nothing, keep our heads in the sand, suffer the consequences and spend our retirement years in assisted living. These people around you will make a hell of a lot more money than I will from your illness. Doctors retire and travel around the world, hospitals build new wings to support diabetics, and fat farms profit from obesity... and remember they are doing this because they want YOU to have a better quality of life because they love and care about you.
So, if I approach you and you are a friend, a relative or in some cases someone I just met... I may talk to you about nutrition and supplements if you tell me you are not feeling well or have an illness you are struggling with. If you tell me that you hate your job or wish you could make more money I may mention a business opportunity that I have because it may help you reach your dreams... but never think I am trying to take advantage of you because you are sick, have an illness or have dreams of a better life... I did not contribute to your current state I am only offering solutions to a problem. But, if you have everything you need, you are healthy as a horse and love your job then I will still love and care about you and be happy for you!
I am in this business because I care about my family, my team and the overall wellness and prosperity of the world and if I make money so I can support my family that I love and give back to people I care about... then so be it.
"Live Long and Prosper." By the way you can buy t-shirts with LLAP on them from Leonard Nimoy who I know cares about you personally and wants you to Live Long and Prosper! I love Leonard and I love what this stands for.
Thanks for reading!
Marianne
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Story of Love and Loss and No Regrets!
Wow... I had this idea to dedicate my January blog to my Mom and my first husband who died way to young. But, what I didn't realize was just how hard this would be. Ironically my Mom and my first husband died on the same day, January 23, 26 years apart. It is interesting how life takes us on so many different paths along Life's Journey.
I met my first husband while I was in college in Texas and eventually moved to Grand Island, NE. Everyone that meets me always asks me how I ended up in Grand Island from the Dallas area and I always say... "Ya, because God knows you would only move to Grand Island, NE for love." I did not realize just how profound that statement really was... the part about love. And so my story begins...
I was working in a pizza place and before I ever knew his name I knew that the tall blond wearing the red jacket was going to ask me out. Jerry and his buddy came in two or three times a week and always sat in my section. I even told one of my fellow co-worker's that he was going to ask me out and sure enough he did.
He worked on a ranch training Quarter horses... you know the very expensive kind. While he loved the job it did not pay very much, actually nothing, but it was about the experience. After several moths of dating he eventually decided he needed a paying job and he had been offered a position at the Post Office in Grand Island, so he took it. After a long discussion we decided he would move back Grand Island and I would save up enough money to move there as well. After nine months of being separated I quite my very good paying job in Dallas and moved to GI to join him. I arrived in May, 1977 and he was working 3 jobs. I got a job too and we hardly saw each other. The following October he was diagnosed with cancer. The day he got the call from the doctors office explaining that he had to have his leg amputated was the same day he had already decided to ask me to marry him. He proposed and then we both sat on the floor in his dinning room and cried. We loved each other so much and knew we wanted to be together no matter what. You see, we fell in love on our first date and while a lot of people say that doesn't happen, I'm here to tell you that it does.
The next year was a blur of exciting moments preparing for the wedding and many sad moments in and out of hospitals. On October 7, 1978 we were married. It was a bitter sweet wedding day as Jerry was very ill the night before and the doctors wanted him to go to the hospital but he refused. If his fever had raised ever so slightly we would have no choice but to take him to the hospital immediately. His temperature held that evening and I attend the rehearsal by my self and finished up the preparations for the following day.
Jerry managed to make it through the wedding on his crutches. His artificial leg had not arrived as promised and Jerry stood before his friends and family without a leg, something he did not want to do. It was difficult to watch his 6'4" frame ever so fragile. Some how part of the wedding ceremony had been missed but it was perfect because Jerry couldn't have stood much longer on his own. We walked down the aisle as Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Miller.
The following few months were a continuation of hospital visits, only now there was nothing exciting to talk about. Eventually the day came when the doctor's had to give us the bad news... there was nothing more they could do.
The days that followed were us telling each other how much we loved each other. We talked about the future for me that did not include him and I cried. He knew these conversations were important, at the time I did not want to hear them but he knew that I had to. He released me to move on, to love again and to be happy. What a brave soul he was and I love him for that. I did not know how I would ever be happy again without him being a part of my life but he knew that I could be.
On January 23, 1979 I sat in a hospital room with the first love of my life and watched his heart beat begin to slow and minute by minute eventually it stopped. It was the most profound moment in my life. Everyone left the room and there I stood over his bed and kissed him goodbye. And who knew that exactly 26 years later I would watch nearly the same scenario with my Mom on the very same day.
My Mom was an amazing women and as for most of us it took me a life time to realize that. I look back at what my life was like growing up and now as an adult I can only imagine what it was like to be my Mom. Two marriages and 5 children between them both and one lost sister/daughter at 19... way too young. Love and miss you Sharon.
When my Mom was young she was recognized for a very unique talent... she could toe tap in ballet shoes on her toes. I decided to dedicate my blog to my Mom too and I wanted to write about her dancing. I called my brothers and sister and my Mom's best friend Mary. Ironically everyone had a different memory about my Mom's dancing. I guess it depended who you were hearing it from so I took what everyone told me and here is what I came up with...
My Mom grew up in Hackensack, NJ in the early 1900's. She was about 3 years old when she awoke from a nap one day only to find her right leg paralyzed. We remember seeing photos of my mom with her leg in a brace and eventually photos of her standing while my Grandma held her up. Miraculously her leg got the feeling back.
The doctors recommend that my Grandma should start her in ballet to strengthen her now very weak leg. My Mom loved to dance and excelled in it. As she got older she perfected tap dancing in ballet shoes, something that was not heard of back in the day. They had a special metal cup made to fit on the toe of her ballet shoes. Ya, no kidding. It makes my feet hurt just thinking about it. I remember her telling me part of the story about her dancing in between boxing fights and eventually an article was written about her unique talent. Someone told me that they heard that she had been offered a job in California to dance.
We are not sure what happened but she never took the job. Some of us thought my Grandma put an end to that. My Mom lied about her age and married my dad only a few short weeks after meeting him... others say my Grandma wanted her to go to California and was upset that my Mom decided to get married instead. I also heard that my Mom just wanted to move out of the house and that was why everyone thought she got married so quickly. They have all passed now so I guess that we will never get the whole story but my Mom was a women that could do anything she put her mind to... you know a regular MacGyver. I see that now and I eventually matured enough to forgive her for all of what I thought were short comings. Eventually I cherished every moment we had together and I am so glad that I did.
Regrets... what I learned from my short time with Jerry is that you can not wait for tomorrow you have to go for it now. Jerry always wanted to snow ski and yet he never did. We wanted to get married right away but for some reason we waited. For my Mom... dance was her true love and for some reason none of us kids will ever understand why she gave it up. However, she always encouraged us to do what we wanted and to live our dreams no matter what. Maybe because she realized she had gave her's up and she did not want us to do the same.
So, Life's Journey continued as it does for all of us... I learned a lot in those few years... this is dedicated to Jerry who was one of the bravest men I ever knew at a very young age of 21 and to my Mom who would dance for us when we were kids and showed us how to live life.
Ironically Jerry's cousins introduced me to the second love of my life, Ken, my husband now, of nearly 28 years. And while it was not love at first sight it is as deep and full as my short time with Jerry. Ken once said to me, "I think it was Jerry's destiny to bring me to him." "Ya, because God knows you would only move to Grand Island, NE for love."
I miss them all... Jerry, Sharon, and most of all the most amazing women I have ever known... my Mom!
Tell everyone you love them every day... love deep and full... and know that you are who you are because of all the times you have been touched by love along Life's Journey!
Be Well,
Marianne
I met my first husband while I was in college in Texas and eventually moved to Grand Island, NE. Everyone that meets me always asks me how I ended up in Grand Island from the Dallas area and I always say... "Ya, because God knows you would only move to Grand Island, NE for love." I did not realize just how profound that statement really was... the part about love. And so my story begins...
I was working in a pizza place and before I ever knew his name I knew that the tall blond wearing the red jacket was going to ask me out. Jerry and his buddy came in two or three times a week and always sat in my section. I even told one of my fellow co-worker's that he was going to ask me out and sure enough he did.
He worked on a ranch training Quarter horses... you know the very expensive kind. While he loved the job it did not pay very much, actually nothing, but it was about the experience. After several moths of dating he eventually decided he needed a paying job and he had been offered a position at the Post Office in Grand Island, so he took it. After a long discussion we decided he would move back Grand Island and I would save up enough money to move there as well. After nine months of being separated I quite my very good paying job in Dallas and moved to GI to join him. I arrived in May, 1977 and he was working 3 jobs. I got a job too and we hardly saw each other. The following October he was diagnosed with cancer. The day he got the call from the doctors office explaining that he had to have his leg amputated was the same day he had already decided to ask me to marry him. He proposed and then we both sat on the floor in his dinning room and cried. We loved each other so much and knew we wanted to be together no matter what. You see, we fell in love on our first date and while a lot of people say that doesn't happen, I'm here to tell you that it does.
The next year was a blur of exciting moments preparing for the wedding and many sad moments in and out of hospitals. On October 7, 1978 we were married. It was a bitter sweet wedding day as Jerry was very ill the night before and the doctors wanted him to go to the hospital but he refused. If his fever had raised ever so slightly we would have no choice but to take him to the hospital immediately. His temperature held that evening and I attend the rehearsal by my self and finished up the preparations for the following day.
Jerry managed to make it through the wedding on his crutches. His artificial leg had not arrived as promised and Jerry stood before his friends and family without a leg, something he did not want to do. It was difficult to watch his 6'4" frame ever so fragile. Some how part of the wedding ceremony had been missed but it was perfect because Jerry couldn't have stood much longer on his own. We walked down the aisle as Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Miller.
The following few months were a continuation of hospital visits, only now there was nothing exciting to talk about. Eventually the day came when the doctor's had to give us the bad news... there was nothing more they could do.
The days that followed were us telling each other how much we loved each other. We talked about the future for me that did not include him and I cried. He knew these conversations were important, at the time I did not want to hear them but he knew that I had to. He released me to move on, to love again and to be happy. What a brave soul he was and I love him for that. I did not know how I would ever be happy again without him being a part of my life but he knew that I could be.
On January 23, 1979 I sat in a hospital room with the first love of my life and watched his heart beat begin to slow and minute by minute eventually it stopped. It was the most profound moment in my life. Everyone left the room and there I stood over his bed and kissed him goodbye. And who knew that exactly 26 years later I would watch nearly the same scenario with my Mom on the very same day.
My Mom was an amazing women and as for most of us it took me a life time to realize that. I look back at what my life was like growing up and now as an adult I can only imagine what it was like to be my Mom. Two marriages and 5 children between them both and one lost sister/daughter at 19... way too young. Love and miss you Sharon.
When my Mom was young she was recognized for a very unique talent... she could toe tap in ballet shoes on her toes. I decided to dedicate my blog to my Mom too and I wanted to write about her dancing. I called my brothers and sister and my Mom's best friend Mary. Ironically everyone had a different memory about my Mom's dancing. I guess it depended who you were hearing it from so I took what everyone told me and here is what I came up with...
My Mom grew up in Hackensack, NJ in the early 1900's. She was about 3 years old when she awoke from a nap one day only to find her right leg paralyzed. We remember seeing photos of my mom with her leg in a brace and eventually photos of her standing while my Grandma held her up. Miraculously her leg got the feeling back.
The doctors recommend that my Grandma should start her in ballet to strengthen her now very weak leg. My Mom loved to dance and excelled in it. As she got older she perfected tap dancing in ballet shoes, something that was not heard of back in the day. They had a special metal cup made to fit on the toe of her ballet shoes. Ya, no kidding. It makes my feet hurt just thinking about it. I remember her telling me part of the story about her dancing in between boxing fights and eventually an article was written about her unique talent. Someone told me that they heard that she had been offered a job in California to dance.
We are not sure what happened but she never took the job. Some of us thought my Grandma put an end to that. My Mom lied about her age and married my dad only a few short weeks after meeting him... others say my Grandma wanted her to go to California and was upset that my Mom decided to get married instead. I also heard that my Mom just wanted to move out of the house and that was why everyone thought she got married so quickly. They have all passed now so I guess that we will never get the whole story but my Mom was a women that could do anything she put her mind to... you know a regular MacGyver. I see that now and I eventually matured enough to forgive her for all of what I thought were short comings. Eventually I cherished every moment we had together and I am so glad that I did.
Regrets... what I learned from my short time with Jerry is that you can not wait for tomorrow you have to go for it now. Jerry always wanted to snow ski and yet he never did. We wanted to get married right away but for some reason we waited. For my Mom... dance was her true love and for some reason none of us kids will ever understand why she gave it up. However, she always encouraged us to do what we wanted and to live our dreams no matter what. Maybe because she realized she had gave her's up and she did not want us to do the same.
So, Life's Journey continued as it does for all of us... I learned a lot in those few years... this is dedicated to Jerry who was one of the bravest men I ever knew at a very young age of 21 and to my Mom who would dance for us when we were kids and showed us how to live life.
Ironically Jerry's cousins introduced me to the second love of my life, Ken, my husband now, of nearly 28 years. And while it was not love at first sight it is as deep and full as my short time with Jerry. Ken once said to me, "I think it was Jerry's destiny to bring me to him." "Ya, because God knows you would only move to Grand Island, NE for love."
I miss them all... Jerry, Sharon, and most of all the most amazing women I have ever known... my Mom!
Tell everyone you love them every day... love deep and full... and know that you are who you are because of all the times you have been touched by love along Life's Journey!
Be Well,
Marianne
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