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My Journey to a meeting with Tom

The last week or so I was speechless twice (it is rare that I have nothing to say about anything). First, it was when my co - workers surprised me with two cakes at our staff meeting (they got me good on that one), and the second time was when I met Tom Cunningham.

Who is Tom? I will tell you but I need you to be patient with me for now.
For the last three months or so, I have been part of Goal Achievers International, a company that helps people achieve their goals (I am part of the Speakers group). We meet every Sunday to discuss how we can achieve our goals and brainstorm on how we can help each other and hold ourselves accountable.

Last Sunday, we welcomed our new member. When his time came for him to introduce himself to the group, his speech moved all of us to tears. We were in the presence of greatness. Please take some time to see for yourself who is Tom. This is what he says about himself on his blog at

http://www.tom2tall.com/Napoleon-Hill-blog.html

“Despite having Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (JRA) since age 5 and having had 4 hips, 4 knees and 2 shoulders replaced and being in hospital about 40 times, I have always had a positive attitude. My arthritis has affected every joint in my body from my jaw to my toes. Many of my joints have severe range of motion restrictions or are totally fused and unable to move. The worst surgery I have had to recover from was an ankle fusion that forced me to have about 5 posts sticking out both sides of my ankle area for a number of months. I also developed cataracts at the age of 12 due to high daily does of the oral steroid, prednisone. Later, at around age 25, because I was unable to reach with my hands and elbows to put contact lenses in any longer, I had intraocular lens implants. This surgery involves inserting a contact lens like device behind your eye while you are awake. Prednisone also stunted my growth and I stand 5'. »

What could we say after that? The only question I had in my mind was “what is my excuse?”

I cannot wait for this Sunday to meet the group again. Not only do they help me to stay focus on my goals, but I always go home so inspired to continue working on them.
Talking about goals, one of my goals this year is to reach 1 million people through my blog. Is it possible? You bet! With the power of social media, it is more than doable.

Here is what I found about my blog. So far I have over 4000 hits and my blog has been read in over 10 countries including Canada, the US, France, United Kingdom, India, Sweden, Russia, Italy, Burundi, Rwanda, South Africa…

What a blessing! When I started writing, I did not know that people would even read my stories. It is so humbling.

I would really appreciate your help and suggestions on how I could accomplish this goal. It has been a long time dream of mine to spread a positive message all over the world and your feedback has been so uplifting .

Moral of the story? Do you want to meet great people? Just get married and you will receive a cake from your co - workers like I did (I know it does not make any sense, but who cares lol).

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com
Twitter @journeymanstory

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