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The Pain of Progress


That ache you feel in your muscles, in your mind, in your soul is not illness. It is an awakening. It is progress. It’s telling you things are changing for the better.

Continue to do those things that are out of your comfort zone. It is you growing as a person, an artist, a human being. Do them long enough until they become your new habit, your new way of living. Do it until this becomes your new comfort zone.

Then begin to do new things outside of your comfort zone…

The Choices We Make

I have a friend who is a very good and decent person…and I can’t help but feel bad for my friend. After my friend left my house recently, someone else I know saw my friend in a store picking up a few things, This person told me my friend, “looked incredibly sad.”

My friend didn’t give that impression when they were at my house, but knowing their very tough situation, it’s plausible. This friend deserves better, but most of the decisions and choices my friend has made has led to where this person is now – as it has for most of us.

How do you help a person who makes a lot of poor choices? Propping them up only enables them more than helps them. It comes down to the parable of showing them how to fish instead of just handing them one. But where do you start when they have a negative mindset and blame circumstances instead of the choices they make?




Today I picked quarter up off the ground, and just happened to look at the year on the coin. It said 1980, and that made me smile.

That was a big year for me, a good year. The 70’s were over, and we were facing a brand new decade. The music and clothing styles were changing, and so were the attitudes of the younger generation.

I graduated from Lindenhurst High School, on June 20th, 1980. (Thirty years to the day, it was Father’s Day, the day I lost my older brother, but that’s another story)

That year I was finally done with high school. The summer was here and I was free!

I drove a blue 1965 Impala, and my friends and I went to the beach in it whenever we had the chance, and we had a lot of chances that summer. I had a job at a machine shop, but they were closed every Friday, so I took advantage of those three-day weekends to have as much fun as I could.

Back then the legal drinking age in New York was still 18, and we did drink. We bought beer and hung out at the shore, or a friend’s house. We bought beer at the ball games in Shea Stadium, or went to bars and ordered them.

The thought then was if we were old enough to be in the military, then we were old enough to drink. This thinking was reinforced by the fact that Selective Service was recently enacted. Young men everywhere thought the draft was going to come back and we’d ended up going to war with Iran, or Russia. Thankfully, none of that came about.

I attended Nassau Community College in the fall, and reinvented myself. Back in high school, I wasn’t popular at all. In college, no one knew me. There were no preconceived ideas or notions about me at all. I made a point of stepping out of my comfort zone and engaged lots of other kids.

I quickly found myself a popular member of a large clique of people my age – including girls. All of a sudden, girls were interested in me, wanted to be around me, and be with me. Life was good.

There were frat parties, there were beer hall parties, there were parties at Hofstra University up the street, and there were parties at clubs. Oh we did some school work, but we mostly socialized and partied that first semester.

I didn’t learn much academically that first semester, but I learned tons about myself. With the rich experiences I had, my confidence and self-esteem to soared, I gained a real sense of independence, and built tons of lasting memories.

Scarcity and Abundance


In the book Choose Yourself  by James Altucher, he talks about having a scarcity complex. It’s where you always think there isn’t enough, and you always expect the worst will happen. He said that when his thoughts and expectations were scarcity, that is exactly what he got. When he then changed his thoughts and expectations to ones of abundance, then abundance entered his life.

I completely understand what James is talking about. When I was younger, my thoughts almost always came from a place of scarcity, and it is exactly what I got.

When you think about scarcity, you always worry and always think the worst will happen. Fact is, most of what we worry about never comes about, and worst case scenarios rarely, if ever, turn out as bad as you thought they would.

Thoughts do become things. If you always think about scarcity, and always about negative things, then that is what you will experience.

I lived this. I experienced it.

As with the author, when I learned to think about and expect abundance, then life changed and got better and better. When I talk about abundance, it’s not just about better finances, but having a life filled with richer experiences, more opportunities, deeper love and increased happiness.

When you expect abundance, you worry less. Instead of thinking of a worst case scenario, you expect better outcomes – even great outcomes. Also when you turn your thoughts and influences from negative ones, to positive ones it totally changes your life experience for the better.

Stinkin’ thinkin’ never benefits anyone. Fill your mind and thoughts with positive, motivating information, and eventually it manifests outwardly and it enables you to deal with challenges and obstacles much more readily.

By adapting an expectation of abundance, you will attract abundance to you. I know, I know, it sounds all New Agey, but you know what? It works.


Escaping A Mugging in NYC – 1982


I finished my last delivery on the lower west side, collapsed the metal luggage tote used for large, and unwieldy packages like the one I just delivered to the Salvation Army. Since it was raining, I decided to take the train instead of walking back downtown.

I entered a seldom used train station for the quick ride to Chambers Street. I went down the stairs and entered the empty corridor leading to the next set of stairs when two guys came around the corner. One of them was holding a gun.

Having been mugged before, I didn’t hesitate. Before the big fucker with the gun could finish snarling his threats, I swung the metal tote into the side of his head, dropping him like the sack of shit he was. They had not expected my reaction. The skinny guy was caught off guard for the moment, as I used the luggage tote as a battering ram at his face and upper body.

He managed to get his hands up in a defensive move, but I had height, weight and momentum against him. He was off balance and backpedaling, his feet tangled with his friend on the ground and he fell on top of the big fucker trying to retrieve the gun.

I ran.

Although I was moving fast, it felt like I was running in water, or as if in a dream. I could see the daylight streaming down the staircase and focused on that. I heard loud popping noises. I felt something whiz by my left jaw, and a tile on the wall shatter ahead of me.

I caught the bottom of the handrail at speed and let momentum swing me up the few stairs as more pops and breaking tiles sounded. I took the stairs three at a time, made it to the street and sprinted for 8th Avenue, where there were people.

I didn’t stop running for almost two city blocks. I cut down Greenwich to 6th Ave, and walked all the way back to the office across from the World Trade Center.

I told my boss what happened. You know what he said? “So, you left the luggage tote behind?”

That was New York in the early 80’s.

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