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My Journey to a TV studio

What can I say? I think I need a 25 hour day (maybe 30). But I love it. My take is that when one is busy, there is no time to sin (so, I will go to heaven. Anybody wants a ride?).

Working on the book has been a fun ride. I can’t even remember all of the people who have been involved in the process. It is unbelievable the help I am getting.
On Sunday, we worked all day, then on Monday I had to do a presentation in the afternoon (great workshop and great feedback), after which I had another meeting. On Tuesday I had a conference call with a marketing company, and then went to a studio to record a promotional video for the book (my friend Paul’s idea).

I was amazed at all the different types of equipment at the studio. For those of you who have been with me since day one, you know about the guy I talked about in my blog “My Journey to Understanding” (if not, please go back and read it. I am waiting for you).

Are you done? Good. I almost became impatient.
Well, I was in his studio and I couldn’t believe he was doing this for free (and he was excited about it). On our way home, Paul asked me: “Do you know how much money we would have had to pay to get this done?" That was a blessing. That’s all I can say.

Okay. Let’s talk about the video. Do you want to see it? I can’t hear you. Do you really want to see it? All right. Now that you insist. I am going to show it to you.
Stay tune. You will get it soon. And that will be the moral of the story

Always a pleasure.

Patrick
The Journeyman
Pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

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  1. Hi Patrick,

    You are so energetic! Keep making your dreams come true because it is inspiring me and all your fans!

    Emmanuel
    Motivatorman

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