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STILL, I WILL SING

Holding yourself together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart - that's true strength. Kristen Fersovitch was one of the strongest women I know. (more…)
Jones Bob
May 18, 2019
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9 BRIEF INSIGHTS TO PATIENCE

Of all the many virtues, only patience has a saying associated with it - "Patience is a virtue." That's bad news for patience. Patience as a virtue is seen as a weak sister to the other virtues. However, "have patience" is not a passive, psychological ploy to placate people plateaued on their pilgrimage to achievement. Patience is robust. Its a heroic word, on par with "endurance" and "perseverance." THE VALUE OF PATIENCE Patience is most remarkable when life is most uncomfortable. Where do you land of the patience continuum? “1…2…BOOM!”     1      2     3      4        5       6        7       8     9    10   …
Bob Jones
July 29, 2015
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THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE: COACH PAGANO’S STORY

Chuck Pagano was diagnosed with leukemia Sept. 26, 2012, just days after his third game as a first-year head coach of the Indianapolis Colts. He was immediately admitted to hospital for treatment. The Colts, 1-2 at the time and coming off a 2-14 season, returned to Lucas Oil Stadium to play the powerhouse Packers from Green Bay in their next game. Coach On The Sidelines Pagano watched the game from an Indianapolis hospital room. I watched the game as well and saw wide receiver, Reggie Wayne, carry the team and his coach, on his back. Wayne violated the NFL's strict uniform policy by wearing orange gloves and an orange mouthpiece (the color signifying leukemia awareness). He led the Colts in…
Bob Jones
November 1, 2014
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Going the Distance

The year was 1983. In Australia, the long-distance foot race from Sydney to Melbourne was about to begin, covering 875 kilometers - more than 500 miles! About 150 world-class athletes had entered, for what was planned as a six-day event. Race officials were startled when a 61-year-old man approached and handed them his entry form. His name was Cliff Young, and his "racing attire" included overalls and galoshes over his work boots. At first, they refused to let him enter. So he explained that he'd grown up on a 2,000-acre farm, with thousands of sheep. His family could afford neither horses nor tractors so, when the storms came, his job was to round up the sheep. Sometimes, he said, it…
Jones Bob
June 29, 2011