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People are often puzzled by the idea of making life more enjoyable by changing their viewpoints. Let's examine it:

Suppose you are not feeling well one day, yet you accompany some friends on a leisurely drive through the beautiful countryside. Someone calls your attention to a lovely lake, but because of your illness, you cannot give it your attention or interest. Someone else remarks about a magnificent mountain in the distance, but you hardly hear him. You pass one lovely scene after another, yet they have no meaning to you. Because your illness has taken all your energy, you have none to spare in enjoying yourself. It is the same to your mind as if these natural beauties didn't exist at all. In your present ill state, they have neither existence nor attraction.

But the next day you recover. You feel fine. There is no inward attention to anything; you are outward bound once more. So again you go on a drive; you visit the very same places. But now, everything is completely different. You enjoy the lovely lake and magnificent mountain. You respond to them. You enjoy yourself.

How come? It was the very same scenery both times. But on the second trip you were different. You saw everything in an entirely new way. You had the inner freedom to see and appreciate your outer world. Like magic, your changed mental viewpoint changed the world for you.

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A Girl with an Apple

August 1942.Piotrkow,Poland. The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.



'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me,'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen'.



I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off.That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down,then asked my age.'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.



My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.'No,' she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.' She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.



My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.



'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'



I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too,felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin. One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.. Son, she said softly but clearly, I am sending you an angel. Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.



A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a young girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German.



'Do you have something eat?' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'



I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her just a kind farm girl except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.



Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia.



'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.'



I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.



We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at10:00 AM.



In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.



At8 A.M.there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.



Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.



Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved.



I served in the U. S.Army during the Korean War, and returned toNew York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.



One day, my friend Sid who I knew from Englandcalled me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'



A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronxto pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.



The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.



We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'



'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget. She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world.



'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'



What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked.



He was tall. Skinny. Hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.'



My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be.



'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?' Roma looked at me in amazement.



'Yes,' That was me! '



I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it. My angel.



'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.



'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go. That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.



Herman Rosenblat Miami Beach,Florida



This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat as he was bar mitzvahed at age 75. This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.



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I hope you have a weekend full of miracles!



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"I am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves."



Karl Wilhelm Von Humboldt

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Kool Kats, Selfish Brats, and Stratocasters

The Power of Mind and Intention

by Randy Gage



Ok I admit it. I have a charmed life. Everything I touch turns to gold. Or platinum. Or Prada.

I'm healthy, happy, and successful. My worst nightmare day is a lot of people's dream come true.

Now it wasn't always this way...

For more than 30 years, my life sucked. I was sick, broke, and stupid. Everything I touched turned to crap. If anyone could snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, that would have been me.

So what changed?

I came to the belief that I was responsible for everything that happened in my life, both the good, and the unspeakably horrible. Which was a very frightening thought indeed...

Because it meant I could not blame my dysfunctional relationships on my exes, I couldn't blame all my business failures on crooked partners, the government or the economy, and I couldn't blame my poor health and other drama on God, the universe, or circumstance.

And while that was quite a frightening thought at first...it became the thought that set me free.

Because it took me out of the mindset that I was a victim of circumstance, and created a mindset and belief that I could control my own destiny. Which meant I could manifest being happy, getting rich, becoming successful, and attracting quality people into my life!

Do you really get this? Do you really understand that you can manifest a life of health, happiness and prosperity?

Now this thought is radically different than what the "herd" believes. But that's why most of the people in the herd are sick, broke, and ignorant.

They feel victimized by God, the Universe, nature, destiny, luck, circumstance, and a litany of other "outside" factors. But that discounts the reality of the connection between thought and circumstance. You create your circumstances by the thoughts you give precedence to. Now of course that doesn't mean all you have to do is have lots pf scattered positive thoughts…

Until your thought is linked with purpose, you won't achieve any long-term intelligent accomplishment. And until you make this connection, you can't experience the true prosperity that is your birthright.

Not only must you have a purpose, but you have to make that purpose a selfish one. Call it enlightened self interest, or whatever you want, but if you don't take care of your own needs first, you're worthless to anyone else.

Now to do that, however, may take having a dramatic shift in your mindset, beliefs and opinion on life. It may mean you have to dramatically alter the view you have of yourself, and your role in the world.

If you're like most sick, broke and ignorant people, you view your purpose through the eyes of servicing others, contributing to the greater good, or looking after the people around you. And you see selfish people as bad people.

Now let me go on the record and say, if your main purpose in life is to "serve others" or "serve God" you have an extremely low opinion of yourself, don't believe you are worthy, and will experience a tremendous amount of lack and limitation in your life.

If you see your main purpose in life as serving others, you're probably personally responsible for the founding of at least three co-dependents anonymous chapters. In fact, if you believe your purpose in life is to serve others, I think you're nuts.

Why do I say that? Because I would define insanity as unsoundness of mind to render a person unfit to maintain a relationship, or look after his or her own needs for emotional well being and survival.

People who spend their existence worrying solely about the needs of others and not themselves are not noble, benevolent, and spiritual. They are crazy.

Because they don't look after their own needs first, they really can't help others in a healthy way. They can console them, participate in their drama, or enable their co-dependence, but they can't offer them real, meaningful help.

You know that to love anyone else, you must first love yourself. But are you really aware of what that means on a practical application level? Simply put:

I see selfishness as a virtue. In fact, I think your highest moral purpose must be your own happiness.

Does that threaten you? Offend you? Make you angry? If so, please take a good look at that. Because this is the only healthy, sane way to live. And the only way that ensures the survival of the species, and the well being of the most people. In fact, it is the only honorable way to conduct any relationship!

You must not sacrifice yourself to others because that is depravity; a certain state of moral corruption and degradation.

And likewise for the opposite situation. You shouldn't ask others to sacrifice for you, for that is no less sick and depraved.

Don't get me wrong: I volunteer for organizations. I mentor people. I help my friends in need. And I give away more money to charity each year than most people earn. But here are a couple of things you should know:

One, I do this because I am able to. I have taken care of my own financial security, which gives me the ability to help others. All those years when I was struggling, I wasn't able to help anyone.

And two, I help all these people and causes for purely selfish reasons. It brings me great joy to support an opera singer in the young artist program, support a scholarship fund, or make a dying kid's dream come true. So I help all kinds of people. Because I am selfish. Give that some thought.

Some more thoughts on our last two issues about living your life with adventure. The Jonny Lang column got a lot of response as well. I heard from a lot of people who said it got them up off their ass and doing stuff they had talked about for years. I salute you! And just so you know, I followed my own advice.

I went out on Sunday and bought a special limited edition, Stevie Ray Vaughn Fender Stratocaster guitar, a twin reverb amp, and some other new toys. Now many of you probably didn't know that I'm one of those cool kats who plays the blues guitar. That's ok, neither did I. But I am now!

Have a great week!

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Many years ago a movement swept through America.

The call went out to all who had the courage and vision to "Head West". What a picture was drawn for them... The West is where you want to be. There is land for everyone - for the taking! Beautiful. Fertile. Opportunity for everyone. Don't miss your opportunity to be one of the first to stake your claim!

The call went out and hordes signed up to join the wagon trains pulling out of Independence, Missouri. As the pioneers bought supplies and lined up their wagons, their eyes shone with the excitement of what would be waiting at the end of the trail. I think it fair to say not one of them had a real understanding of what lay between Missouri and the far west they envisioned in their dreams.

Can't you hear the conversation....?

"Why, honey," one confident husband says to his wife, "There isn't going to be anything to this. We've got a nice, sturdy wagon. We're all together, and we have plenty of food. We're just going to roll along the trail for a while and soon we'll have everything we've dreamed of. Just think of it!"

"Why of course, dear!" the wife replies... "We'll be there before we know it."

Their children chimed right in... "Sure, we can handle anything. We're going West!"

I don't know how long before the starry looks faded from their eyes - somewhere between broken wagon wheels and Indian attacks. Maybe it was the weevils in the flour, or the snowstorm that left them stranded in the mountains for months on end. Perhaps it was losing a child to illness because there were not enough medical supplies, or simply the fatigue that came from fighting dust, heat and long days of the grueling cruelness of the trail. Perhaps it was realizing that while they were teetering on the brink of despair, they still had long months to go.

Every pioneer who started down the trail, if they didn't die, had one of three things happen. Some gave up and turned back. Others decided they couldn't take any more and simply built a house where they stopped. Then there were the others... the ones who made it all the way to the West.

Yes, somewhere along the way the starry look faded from those dreamer's eyes...... faded.... to be replaced by determination. Broken wagon wheels; Indian attacks; weevils; snowstorms; death; fatigue; choking dust and long days. They all became daily obstacles to be endured and overcome, but at some point each person who made it simply decided nothing was going to stop them. They had left behind their former lives to go some place new. They had to develop their own strength, or die. They were going…

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So what about you? Do you have a dream? Do you have something you’ve started, but then turned back because it seemed so hard? Or maybe you’re still on the trail, wondering which obstacle will be the one to destroy what you’ve worked so hard for.

Maybe you’re just looking at the trail, thinking, “No way. Not me. That just looks too hard.” Yet your heart yearns to go where the trail will take you.

You have a choice to make every single day. You can stay right where you are, or you can go on an adventure to accomplish what you dream of accomplishing. Not going may seem safer, but the truth is that not going will only assure you stay right where you are in your life.

What do you want? Where do you want to go? The only way to get there is to start your journey – then determine to not let anything stop you.

I don't want a single person missing out on the joy and achievements we will obtain TOGETHER!

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Rex Andrews

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