Tag: writing
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Stop Horsing Around!
Ask me how to use $425 to make $7-million become $28-million. “Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks,…
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Be careful. You might get what you ask for.
“I Have a Dream, a song to sing To help me cope, with anything If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale You can take the future, even if you fail I believe in angels Something good in everything I see I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me…
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“The most stupid thing that I have ever read!”
When I was 25 years old, I was hired as the National Sales Manager for a small outdoor sports company…that had no sales people. “Big gun, no ammo.” The first thing that I was tasked with was to present a sales and marketing development plan. Both things that I had never done before. I was…
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“Don’t eat the chocolate.”
My only sadness is that I was the youngest in our family and had the least amount of experiences with my Western Kentucky family. My dad’s oldest brother, Benton, had settled in this area after he returned from WWII. There were few vacations that our family enjoyed more in the early years than visiting Uncle…
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Sixty Two
Sixty Two. 62! I have completed sixty-two years on this earth. The noise of those numbers keeps resonating in my mind. I approach my 63rd year with continued optimism. With expectation. With hope. Pursuing yet another significant career move to offer what a life of experience of some successes, of numerous failures (professional and personal)…
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Travel Day
My remembrances of Christmases in Crooked Creek always involved travel. First in a black Ford Fairlane station wagon, then in later years a pea green Ford Gran Torino station wagon. Dad was a Ford man and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because his son is a Ford truck man and his grandson…
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I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia
I am so excited for my newest book, entitled “I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia.” The rich history of my Appalachian family was fundamentally preserved through the gift of story telling from one generation to another. I can so vividly remember as a young boy of 6 or 7, sitting and listening to…
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Do you hear what I hear?
My wish for my kids would be that for just one Christmas they could experience what God blessed me with for a dozen-plus Christmases. I was the youngest in our family and was robbed of more of the years together than my siblings and cousins, but boy was I blessed. When you have 11 people…
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The Barlow Knife
One of the great memories for me as a child was Main Street in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. To most this would be just another sleepy town, slowly succumbing to a World fed by Interstates, allowing quick exits and entries. To me, Main Street in Mt. Vernon represented my people, past and present. There were…
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He sat in the truck!
Hunting in Appalachian Kentucky was a survival event in those early decades, through the Great Depression and beyond. I have heard tales of hunger causing my family to kill and eat just about any animal. My white grandpa (my dad’s father, who lived in the white house), would eat just about anything. If I killed…
Myron Speaks 