I felt led this week to share with you my story.  What happened to me, why I do what I do.  Well it started back in the day with me, drugs and rock and roll.  I played guitar and bass so it was kind of easy to get into the entire drug thing, especially the music I was listening too.  I wanted to take these drugs so I could be more creative, forget about my problems, ease my own insecurities and just have some fun.  I never got too deep into the drugs mainly smoked pot and experimented with shrooms and acid.  Strictly for music purposes, right? 
 
I grew up in church however never had a relationship with God.  I spent the entire church time wondering what I was going to order for lunch and wishing Mazzios had an all you could eat buffet on Sundays.  However my mother kept insisting I go.  There was always one scripture that stood out to me though.  It said, do not judge others lest you too will be judged.  So I always had that in my spirit and never tried to judge anyone based on their ethnic background, color, financial status or personalities.  I just wanted to get along with everyone.  
I got married, had some kids and worked in the corporate world to try to make a living for my family.  God gave me success in the business field and I quickly realized that I was talented at sales, organization, and motivating people to do what I was doing.  So I used my skills to sell loans, the high interest loans.  I moved up with the company, promoted to a branch manager within two years with employees who were older than me.  God gave me more success; I turned a low income, low growth office into a high income and high growth office.  
But I felt I had more to offer, so I applied for a position in Tampa, FL.  My next goal was to become the CEO of this company.  I actually got the job in Tampa and moved my family from Tulsa to Tampa or half way across the United States a very long 22 hour drive. 
Stay tuned tomorrow to find out what happened to me in Tampa.
 
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love this story...anxiously awaiting tomorrow...
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