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"I feel great!" I couldn't accept anyone saying this, all the time. (?) Certainly, you have those odd moments, those moments of conflict, and despair. Those moods that make you feel unfulfilled. Or, when someone really really makes you MAD!! It is, after all, about human nature. Isn't it? As for myself, I felt as if I had done something wrong, being that was my reasoning for my lack of success. I felt so unsure, and afraid. I wasn't happy. I do enjoy happy, upbeat, positive, motivated people. But that doesn't mean that they have to solve all your problems. That only means they had the wisdom, bravery, and determination to solve their own. I could resent him, this 'great' person. I could patronize, and worship him. Or, I could just understand him, like everyone else I know, as a friend. Taking what's good, while understanding the bad. A balance of reverie and reality. "Mel," he said, "I have something for you to do." I stood in front of a long board that was leaning on top of a small ball. "I need you to balance the board on the ball." I was dumbfounded, then afraid. I could not do this. I will fall. The moment I stood on the board, I was flung backward, off to the side. He then pulled out a sack of money. "Here's 1 million tax-free dollars. It's yours once you can balance the board." This must be one important board. After I got up again, he stood before me. Putting a gun to my head, he whispered: "Go ahead, now balance the board."
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