Daily Attitude Email 07 05 22

Resending the daily attitude email I sent out ten years ago today. Maggie was 5….hard to believe how quickly it has gone.

“The Pledge of Allegiance starts with “I” and ends with “all.” That’s what America is all about – “I” (individual) and “all” (all of us). When all of us understand how valuable each of us is, that’s powerful. And here’s what else is powerful: When each of us understands how powerful all of us are.” — Jim Rohn

As I sat with Maggie watching the fireworks last night, I was thinking about how many others were celebrating the 4th at the same time. All across America yesterday there were parents and kids, friend and relatives, husbands and wives; all celebrating this great nation of ours.

It was great to feel that sense of community with everyone. As human beings we have this need to feel like part of a community and holidays and celebrations like the 4th are great opportunities to embrace that community and enjoy it.

I am so very thankful for that community and everything it has offered me and my family.

I hope you had a great 4th as well.

Make it a great day.


Friday Morning Toe Tapper


We took the girls to watch the new Top Gun movie last weekend.

It’s been fun as the kids have gotten older to share and connect with them over movies, books and shows we watched when were kids.

Stories are a great way to connect and create shared meaning and memories.

Find a way this long weekend to create some stories, meaning and memories with those you love.

Make it a great day.


Daily Attitude Email 06 30 22

I’ve been listening to a podcast that’s telling the story of guy who was convicted of and spent most of his life in jail for murder.

He told the story of receiving a letter of forgiveness from the victim’s adopted mother. That letter changed him and he began the process of rebuilding his life.

It reminded me of the story below. I try to remember this story whenever I’ve been wronged. I try to remember that others have been more severely hurt and still found a space for forgiveness. If they can, then so should I.

Make it a great day.


“The Face of My Enemy”

by Corrie ten Boom

It was in a church in Munich that I saw him–a balding, heavy‐set man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where I had just spoken and moving along the rows of wooden chairs to the door at the rear. The year was 1947, and I had come from Holland to defeated Germany with the message that God forgives.

This was the truth they needed most to hear in that bitter, bombed‐out land, and I gave them my favorite mental picture. Maybe because the sea is never far from a Hollander’s mind, I liked to think that that’s where forgiven sins were thrown. “When we confess our sins,” I said, “God casts them into the deepest ocean, gone forever. And even though I cannot find a Scripture for it, I believe God then places a sign out there that says, ‘NO FISHING ALLOWED.’”

The solemn faces stared back at me, not quite daring to believe. There were never questions after a talk in Germany in 1947. People stood up in silence, collected their wraps in silence, left the room in silence.

And that’s when I saw him working his way forward against the others. One moment I saw the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones. It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights, the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor, the shame of walking naked past this man. I could see my sister’s frail form ahead of me, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin. Betsie, how thin you were!

The place was Ravensbruck, and the man who was making his way forward had been a guard–one of the cruelest guards.

Now he was in front of me, hand thrust out: “A fine message, Fräulein! How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!”

And I, who had spoken so glibly of forgiveness, fumbled in my pocketbook rather than take that hand. He would not remember me, of course how could he remember one prisoner among those thousands of women?

But I remembered him and the leather crop swinging from his belt. I was face‐to‐face with one of my captors, and my blood seemed to freeze. “You mentioned Ravensbruck in your talk,” he was saying. “I was a guard there.” No, he did not remember me. “But since that time,” he went on, “I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fräulein”–again the hand came out–“will you forgive me?”

And I stood there, I whose sins had again and again needed to be forgiven–and could not forgive. Betsie had died in that place–could he erase her slow, terrible death simply by the asking?

It could not have been many seconds that he stood there–hand held out–but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.

For I had to do it–I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. “If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus says, “neither will your Father in Heaven forgive your trespasses.”

I knew it not only as a commandment of God, but as a daily experience. Since the end of the war I had had a home in Holland for victims of Nazi brutality. Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were also able to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter what the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and horrible as that.

And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion–I knew that, too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. Jesus, help me! I prayed silently. I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.

So, woodenly and mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, and sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I forgive you, brother!” I cried. “With all my heart.”

For a long moment, we grasped each other’s hands–the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then. But even so, I realized it was not my love. I had tried and did not have the power. It was the power of the Holy Spirit as recorded in Romans 5:5: “Because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”

Daily Attitude Email 06 29 22

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles. – Thomas Browne

I sure felt a little better after reading this one.

It’s easy to get caught up in all of our imperfections and get a little discouraged.

But every single person is a rough diamond.

We all have some areas for improvement, but underneath it all is greatness.

Our own, unique greatness.

Don’t mistake yourself for a worthless pebble.

Don’t buy into the ideas that if you could only lose some weight or buy that thing or take that trip that you would then become worthy or “as much as” someone else or some idealized version of yourself.

Don’t fall into the social media trap of viewing everyone’s highlight reel thinking you are “less than”.

It’s not true! You are a diamond.

Make it a great day.


Daily Attitude Email 06 28 22

Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul. – Rebecca West

Our goals and direction need to be towards something of value – I like the word nobility here. They must be noble in purpose and value.

How might you add some nobility and purpose to your goals?

Getting healthy to be a good example and around longer for your kids is better than trying to look good in a swimsuit.

Managing your money well goes better when it’s wrapped up in responsibility and stewardship thoughts.

Client and sales goals have more meaning when done from a place of service and love.

Make it a great day.


Daily Attitude Email 06 27 22

Monday morning reminder – half the year is almost over.

Time to revisit all those goals and plans for the year.

Check in and see how you are doing.

Are you halfway there?

How much weight have you lost so far?

How much money have you saved?

How many books have you read?

How many sales have you made?

How is the exercise program going?

How’s it going?

If you’re doing well, keep going.

If you’re falling behind, reassess and adjust.

If you haven’t started – should it be on your list in the first place? What would it take to get started by the end of today?

Make it a great day.


PS – Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Friday Morning Toe Tapper


I’m not sure I really like the song, but the video was mesmerizing.

I’m always impressed with choregraphed creativity. That a group of people took the time to do the hard work to practice and get all the details just right.

What in your life are worth getting right?

What’s worth putting in the extra time and effort and care?

What are you currently putting the extra time, effort and care into?

Is that what you really want to spend your life on?

Make it a great day.


Daily Attitude Email 06 22 22

“You can’t talk your way out of problems you behave yourself into.” – Stephen Covey

There is no substitute for action.

We can’t positive think ourselves into success, it requires action.

We can’t talk our way into a better relationship, it requires action.

We can’t read ourselves into solved problems, it requires action.

Be honest with yourself, are you waiting on something when you should be acting on something?

Do you need to put aside the excuses and get to work?

Make it a great day.


Daily Attitude Email 06 21 22

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men. – Herman Melville

We were not meant to seek only our own self-interest, but we are tempted to try it. Or at least to see how much we can get away with.

Each day is an opportunity to give up our selfishness and self-centeredness in exchange for putting others first – for realizing and playing our part in the thousand fibers that connect us with our fellow men.

What we do with that opportunity determines in part how well things go for those thousand fibers.

Our hearts break at school shootings, racial unrest, social injustice, fatherless children, and the many other social ills facing our modern world.

I’m convinced the answer lies in the relationships each of us form with those in our lives. When we die to our selfishness, we beat back the evils of this world – a little bit at a time.

One person isn’t enough, but that’s where it starts. With you. And me. Every. Day.

It doesn’t get better if we don’t.

It can and will get better if we do.

Make it a great day.