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		<title>Safe Is The New Risky – Randy Gage Explaining Why Network Marketing is Best Choice in Today’s Economy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 06:16:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diamond Sourav Ghosh Ji</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Good morning leaders. It&#8217;s been quite a while. Been busy developing my Network and learning more about our magical Network Marketing industry. I am very exited to share lots of fantastic information and resources with you all. To start with I am giving you the best mentor I found from around the Globe to learn [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good morning leaders. It&#8217;s been quite a while. Been busy developing my Network and learning more about our magical Network Marketing industry. I am very exited to share lots of fantastic information and resources with you all. To start with I am giving you the best mentor I found from around the Globe to learn about Network Marketing- <a href="http://www.randygage.com">Mr. Randy Gage</a>. In this 1 hour video Randy sir presented Network Marketing industry (not any specific company) in an unprecedented manner.</p>
<p>You can use this video to:</p>
<ul>
<li>Build a strong belief in yourself and your downlines about this wonderful Network Marketing industry.</li>
<li>Show your guests this video to make them understand what Network Marketing really is and why it&#8217;s a &#8216;must do&#8217; in today&#8217;s economy.</li>
</ul>
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<p>This video is taken from <a href="http://www.safeisthenewrisky.com/">http://www.safeisthenewrisky.com/</a> See what people around the globe think about our Network Marketing industry.</p>
<p><strong>Summary of the Video:</strong></p>
<p>Watch the video completely to learn why the traditional economic situation is broken and hence the traditional educational system. And yes! You&#8217;ll find out why starting a Network Marketing business is the smartest &amp; coolest decision you can take.</p>
<p>* He starts his speech telling how his single mom raised them as a child selling avon products door to door and how much she wanted them to have good education and then a good job<br />
* But that formula &#8220;go to school-get a good job-live happily ever after&#8221; doesn&#8217;t work anymore<br />
*He shares his experience, where he went to have an elephant ride and got a chance to see a monkey training camp. The monkeys are being trained to pick coconut from trees and the training costs around 300$ only. After the training the owners of the monkeys are using them as a labor replacing human labors to run coconut firms&#8230;monkeys work 24&#215;7 and doesn&#8217;t demand salary<br />
* Another experience: He met a cute dog while travelling in flight and came to know that the Dog was actually a cloned one.<br />
* So he raises this concerning question &#8220;What if in the near future most of the employees are replaced by trained monkeys or the company clones the most efficient employee forever???&#8221; Too absurd if u think Randy reminds us that advancement of technology already replaced millions of human employees. So how can we still look forward to job to secure our future???<br />
* Then he introduced that the best option is to have your own business. And three biggest and hottest business in today&#8217;s time are: 1. Information Entrepreneurship, 2. Real estate. 3. Network marketing. Though all 3 fields are promising and Randy Makes a lots of money from the first two too but he loves the 3rd option more. why? Because to make money in first 2 industries you need some good amount of investment. Which Randy got from Network Marketing. Network Marketing is the only business which requires no investment or no prior experience<br />
* Then Randy starts talking about Network Marketing. His experiences. Right and wrong way of doing this business.</p>
<p>So did you enjoy the video? How are you planning to use this video in your eBIZ business? Please share your comments.</p>

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		<title>DON’T HOPE,…DECIDE!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 07:50:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon,  I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other <img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/DON’T-HOPE…DECIDE31.jpg" alt="DON’T HOPE…DECIDE31 DON’T HOPE,…DECIDE!"  title="DON’T HOPE,…DECIDE!" />people  talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one  occurred a mere two feet away from me.</p>
<p>Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through  the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags.  He stopped right next to me to greet his family.</p>
<p>First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he  laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they  separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the father say,  “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His son smiled  somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me, too, Dad!”</p>
<p>Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe  nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands said, “You’re  already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” They too  hugged a most loving, tender hug.</p>
<p>While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half)  was squirming excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her  little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man  said, “Hi, baby girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He  quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest  while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed  and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure  contentment.</p>
<p>After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and  declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife  the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into  her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so  much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one  another, while holding both hands.</p>
<p>For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age  of their kids that they couldn’t possibly be. I puzzled about it for a  moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful  display of unconditional love not more than an arm’s length away from  me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something  sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, “Wow! How  long have you two been married?</p>
<p>“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he  replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well  then, how long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and  looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”</p>
<p>Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had  assumed he’d been gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I  know my expression betrayed me.</p>
<p>I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some  semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), “I hope  my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”</p>
<p>The man suddenly stopped smiling.</p>
<p>He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned  right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different  person. He told me, “Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his  wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”</p>

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		<title>Your Actions Mean more than you Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 12:05:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, &#8220;Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class   was  walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he<a href="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/action.jpg" rel="fancybox-gallery"><img class="size-full wp-image-3246 alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/action.jpg" alt="action Your Actions Mean more than you Know" width="254" height="198" title="Your Actions Mean more than you Know" /></a> was   carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, &#8220;Why would anyone bring   home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.&#8221; I had quite a   weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow   afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I   saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his   books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the  dirt.     His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten    feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.   My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled   around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed   him his glasses, I said, &#8220;Those guys are jerks. They really should get   lives.&#8221; He looked at me and said, &#8220;Hey thanks!&#8221;    There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that    showed  real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him   where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I   had never  seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before   now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We   talked all  the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a   pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday   with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I   got to know Kyle,  the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same   of him.     Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books    again.  I stopped him and said, &#8220;Damn boy, you are gonna really build some   serious  muscles with this pile of books everyday!&#8221; He just laughed and   handed me half the books.     Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were   seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I   was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles   would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for   business on a football scholarship.     Kyle was valedictorian of our class.    I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech   for graduation. I was so glad it wasn&#8217;t me having to get up there and   speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those   guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and   actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the   girls loved him!  Boy, sometimes I was jealous.     Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his   speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, &#8220;Hey, big guy, you&#8217;ll be   great!&#8221; He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one)   and smiled. &#8220;Thanks,&#8221; he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his   throat, and began. &#8220;Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you   make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your   siblings, maybe a coach&#8230; but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all   of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.   I am going to tell you a story.&#8221; I just looked at my friend with disbelief   as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill   himself    over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his   Mom wouldn&#8217;t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He   looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. &#8220;Thankfully, I was saved. My   friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.&#8221; I heard the gasp go through   the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest   moment.I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful   smile. Not until that moment did I realize it&#8217;s depth.     Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture    you can change a person&#8217;s life. For better or for worse.</p>

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		<title>A gift of love!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 09:38:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was  nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon<img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/A-gift-of-love.jpg" alt="A gift of love A gift of love!" width="120" height="112" title="A gift of love!" /> his  tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall  hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that  the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was  marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into  his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a  succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy  … called me a freak.” He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A  favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president,  but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.  “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him,  but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with  the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on  a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.  Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice  for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the  hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you  need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant  success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius,  and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and  entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father,  “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not  believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are  not to know … not yet.” The years kept their profound secret, but the  day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood  with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father  stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to  reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she  never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever  thought Mother less beautiful, did they?” Real beauty lies not in the  physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what  that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in  what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.</p>

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		<title>Face the Problem Positively..</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 10:17:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever  mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell  into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever  mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the  situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that  neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead,  he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and  enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put  him out of his misery.</p>
<p>Initially the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his  neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought  struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of  dirt landed on his back, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP!</p>
<p>This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up…shake it off  and step up…shake it off and step up!” He repeated to encourage himself.  No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation  seemed, the old mule fought panic and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF  AND STEPPING UP!<br />
It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped  triumphantly over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury  him actually helped him . . . all because of the manner in which he  handled his adversity.</p>
<p>THAT’S LIFE! If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity.</p>

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		<title>The Logical Solution</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 10:32:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is worth reading… never underestimate your customer’s complaint, no matter how silly it might sound to be. This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive. A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors This is the second time I have written to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is worth reading… never underestimate your customer’s complaint, no matter how silly it might sound to be.<img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/logical-solution-185x185.jpg" alt="logical solution 185x185 The Logical Solution" width="119" height="104" title="The Logical Solution" /></p>
<p>This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.</p>
<p>A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors</p>
<p>This is the second time I have written to you, and I don’t blame you  for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we  have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner  each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after  we’ve eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should  have and I drive down to the store to get it.</p>
<p>It’s also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since  then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I  buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won’t  start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I  want you to know I’m serious about this question, no matter how silly  it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I  get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?</p>
<p>The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter,  but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised  and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine  neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so  the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was  vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to  the car, it wouldn’t start.</p>
<p>The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they  got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The  car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to  start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that  this man’s car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged,  therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the  problem.</p>
<p>And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts  of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.</p>
<p>In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla  than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.</p>
<p>Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the  front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in  the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably  longer to check out the flavor.</p>
<p>Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn’t start when it took less time.</p>
<p>Once time became problem – not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.</p>
<p>It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the  other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start.  When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour  lock to<br />
dissipate.</p>
<p>So then ,Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all  problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool  thinking.</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.<a href="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/mother_definition_Funzug.org_03.jpg" rel="fancybox-gallery"><img class="size-full wp-image-3255 alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/mother_definition_Funzug.org_03.jpg" alt="mother definition Funzug.org 03 Mothers Sacrifice" width="265" height="200" title="Mothers Sacrifice" /></a></p>
<p>There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.</p>
<p>How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look  and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE,  your mom only has one eye!’</p>
<p>I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I  confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a  laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’</p>
<p>My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second  about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to  her feelings.</p>
<p>I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.</p>
<p>Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my  own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day,  my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t  even meet her grandchildren.</p>
<p>When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled  at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘How dare you come  to my house and scare my children!’ GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’</p>
<p>And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may  have gotten the wrong address,’ and she disappeared out of sight.</p>
<p>One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I  lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I  went to the old shack just out of curiosity.</p>
<p>My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.</p>
<p><em>‘My dearest son,</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.</em></p>
<p><em>I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may  not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a  constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.</em></p>
<p><em>You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and  lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow  up with one eye. So I gave you mine.</em></p>
<p><em>I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.</em></p>
<p><em>With all my love to you,</p>
<p></em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>Your mother.’</em></p>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 05:48:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guru Sanket Biswal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Do not set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.. Do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not undermine your worth by comparing      <img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/dont.jpg" alt="dont   Do Not ... " width="136" height="134" title="  Do Not ... " /> yourself with others.<br />
It is because we are different that each of us is special.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not set your goals by what other                      people deem important.<br />
Only you know what is best for you.. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not let your life slip through your                      fingers by living in the past nor for the future.<br />
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days                      of your life. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not give up when you still have                      something to give.<br />
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.<br />
It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other&#8230;. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not be afraid to encounter risks.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not shut love out of your life by                      saying it is impossible to find.<br />
The quickest way to receive love is to give love; the fastest                      way to lose love is to hold it too tightly. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not dismiss your dreams.<br />
To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without                      hope is to be without purpose. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Do not run through life so fast that                      you forget not only where you have been, but also where you                      are going.<br />
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step                      of the way. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Have a wonderful day. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small"> It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. </span></p>

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		<title>From Dream-fire to Victory</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The aroma of fresh-baked oatmeal muffins alt=&#8221;From Dream-fire to Victory&#8221; /&#62; and steaming coffee filled Sheila&#8217;s kitchen where we met for her Saturday morning coaching sessions. The muffins were a favorite family recipe handed down from her great grandmother. Yet eight years earlier, Sheila could not have walked into her kitchen without help. She could [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">The aroma of fresh-baked oatmeal muffins     <img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/dream.jpg" alt="dream From Dream fire to Victory" width="140" height="153" title="From Dream fire to Victory" /> alt=&#8221;From Dream-fire to Victory&#8221; /&gt;                and steaming coffee filled Sheila&#8217;s kitchen where we met for                      her Saturday morning coaching sessions. The muffins were a                      favorite family recipe handed down from her great grandmother.                      Yet eight years earlier, Sheila could not have walked into                      her kitchen without help. She could not have made coffee or                      baked a batch of delicious muffins. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">An auto crash had interrupted Sheila&#8217;s                      life with long months of therapy. At first, it was difficult                      for her to remember how to do many ordinary tasks. &#8220;The                      worst part,&#8221; she said, &#8220;was not                      knowing if I would get my life back.&#8221; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Sheila had worked as a waitress for many                      years, saving and investing much of her income for the future.                      She had always hoped to own her own cafe&#8217;. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Sheila&#8217;s recovery was slow, difficult,                      and successful. She was able to return to the work she loved.                      Now, the cafe&#8217; where she worked had closed its doors. However,                      Sheila would no longer be denied the dream of her own cafe&#8217;.                      She bought the building and made plans to re-open it. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">I had been one of Sheila&#8217;s therapists                      after her accident. &#8220;You&#8217;re a real go-getter!&#8221; I                      said with a chuckle, recalling her strong will to recover.                      &#8220;Remember how you struggled after the accident? Now you&#8217;re                      on top of your dreams!&#8221; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">&#8220;Yeah,&#8221; she laughed. &#8220;Like                      they say, life isn&#8217;t a rehearsal. We just live once, and it&#8217;s                      a blessing that I&#8217;m alive. This is something I have to do,                      and I don&#8217;t think that I ever really lost hope.&#8221; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Guess what is included on Sheila&#8217;s breakfast                      menu. That&#8217;s right. Her great grandmother&#8217;s oatmeal muffins! </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Sheila demonstrated the principles we                      learn for achieving success. Her undying hope was a decisive                      factor in her resiliency. She hoped, visualized her future,                      and allowed success to come to her. Even                      after life dealt her a difficult hand, hope kept her dreams                      alive. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Hope is like a dream-fire burning in the                      background of our minds. We start with hope. Where there is                      even a spark of hope, faith lives and dream-fires burn. We                      keep visualizing a brighter future. And when our desire can                      burn no brighter, we do the most important thing: begin turning                      our dreams into reality. </span></p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 05:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An enterprising person is one who comes across a pile of scrap metal and sees the making of a wonderful sculpture. An enterprising person is one who drives through an old decrepit part of town and sees a new housing development. An enterprising person is one who sees opportunity in all areas of life. To [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">An enterprising person is one who comes  across a pile of  <img class="alignright" src="http://fedobe.ebizelindia.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/creatingopp.jpg" alt="creatingopp Creating Opportunity" width="119" height="139" title="Creating Opportunity" />scrap metal and sees the making of a wonderful                      sculpture. An enterprising person is one who drives through                      an old decrepit part of town and sees a new housing development.                      An enterprising person is one who sees opportunity in all                      areas of life. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">To be enterprising is to keep your eyes                      open and your mind active. It&#8217;s to be skilled enough, confident                      enough, creative enough and disciplined enough to seize opportunities                      that present themselves&#8230; regardless of the economy. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">A person with an enterprising attitude                      says, &#8220;Find out what you can before action is taken.&#8221;                      Do your homework. Do the research. Be prepared. Be resourceful.                      Do all you can in preparation of what&#8217;s to come. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Enterprising people always see the future                      in the present. Enterprising people always find a way to take                      advantage of a situation, not be burdened by it. And enterprising                      people aren&#8217;t lazy. They don&#8217;t wait for opportunities to come                      to them, they go after the opportunities. Enterprise means always finding a way to keep yourself actively working                      toward your ambition. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">Enterprise is two things. The first is creativity.                      You need creativity to see what&#8217;s out there and to shape it                      to your advantage. You need creativity to look at the world                      a little differently. You need creativity to take a different                      approach, to be different. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">What goes hand-in-hand with the creativity                      of enterprise is the second requirement: the courage to be                      creative. You need courage to see things differently, courage                      to go against the crowd, courage to take a different approach,                      courage to stand alone if you have to, courage to choose activity                      over inactivity. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: x-small">And lastly, being enterprising doesn&#8217;t                      just relate to the ability to make money. Being enterprising                      also means feeling good enough about yourself, having enough                      self worth to want to seek advantages and opportunities that                      will make a difference in your future. And by doing so you will increase your confidence, your courage, your                      creativity and your self-worth, your enterprising nature.</span></p>

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