| My Big "O" by Jerry Maldonado |
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| Written by Jerry Maldonado | |
| Sunday, 09 November 2008 | |
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As I read deeper, what became so profoundly apparent was her letter was not a wish, but a plan. Every detail of her event was outlined from party guests and hugs, to the exact location where she wanted it to be. This precision of thought is exactly what people need to do if they want to change their lives. Most people don’t realize or perhaps are ambiguous to the power they have to create their own future. The ability to form mental images of things never experienced is the definition of imagination. This powerful word has always been downgraded by most intellectuals as wishful thinking or day dreaming. Try telling that to Einstein as he imagined years ago the unthinkable that is now the thinkable. The point is to create or change anything starts with the mind. Try to create vivid pictures of what you want just like a child then describe in exact detail with a plan. Your best inspiration to create change or solve problems is to use imagination as the foundation. Like so many others, if your life has been affected by these times of change, change with them. We are a Nation of problem solvers envied by every country on the earth. We are not in a Great Depression, but a renaissance in its infancy. It will take time, sacrifice, and pain, but that is how most problems start and how they are resolved. All people need to understand is that success will occur one person at a time with the right plan. My big “O” described an event that would change her life and create memories she will never forget. Her simple approach is the perfect medicine we all need in these times of trouble. There are no words that can thank her enough as she inspired me so I could help others. With the mindset she holds she will be incredibly successful someday. My Big “O” is my Olivia and her dad is really proud of her. |
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While finishing this week’s column I found an extraordinary piece of work in my office. Apparently, my ten year old wrote a letter to herself and for some strange reason it got mixed in with my work. This amazing piece of writing was a letter to herself about her eleventh birthday. After reading a few sentences I took the column I had written for this week and tore it into shreds.










































