Category Archives: MEMOIRS

THANKS I OWE YA ONE

THANKS. I OWE YA ONE

Gratitude is not an IOU.

Imagine that you had a dream in which you awoke discovering that you had perfect memory. By that I mean that you not only knew every past event but those yet to come.

And you realized that never again would you fear the future; you were the future.

And you said to your fine self, I AM GRATEFUL.

Who would you thank?

Why would you want to?

Enjoy your day.


Lee Broom

 

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I AM A CONTROLLER

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I AM A CONTROLLER

 

I am a controller.

I have had three wives, five retail stores, 23 automobiles, one of which nearly took my life during a bang up traffic collision, raised nine children, survived nine bowel surgeries, raised money for six failed presidential candidates, one of whom became a United States Senator after changing parties, and I have less available cash than I did as a teenage entrepreneur.

I am a vegan which has improved my health considerably.

I am a controller but apparently not a very good one.

I AM A CONTROLLER

lee_broom

I AM A CONTROLLER

 

I am a controller.

I have had three wives, five retail stores, 23 automobiles, one of which nearly took my life during a bang up traffic collision, raised nine children, survived nine bowel surgeries, raised money for six failed presidential candidates, one of whom became a United States Senator after changing parties, and I have less available cash than I did as a teenage entrepreneur.

I am a vegan which has improved my health considerably.

I am a controller but apparently not a very good one.

WHY DO YOU THINK THAT?

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WHY DO YOU THINK THAT?

How many times have you heard the words “Why do to think that?”. If you find yourself facing such a challenge again be prepared to  notice that an answer to that question is probably not spontaneous unless of course you are a fast – thinking lawyer.

I was the victim of a skilled interviewer once and embarrassed when I had no answer. It wasn’t as though I had prepared for such a question; I wasn’t a PhD candidate in the midst of an oral exam – I was being asked to defend one of life’s values, a rule by which I had lived my life, a core value the rightness of which one does not question.

But…

I had no answer. And that was my answer. “I don’t know…” I replied. “I just don’t know.

And thus began a shift in the way I view life. I write about, I think about, I puzzle over and I seek answers to my own questions. And that is how I morphed from a life as a writer to that of a writer with purpose.