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Episode 1 where has max been

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hello; this is my first effort at recording a podcast as the blind blogger. I hope you will enjoy my messages of positive energy inspiration and motivation. Today’s post is about the importance of achieving and maintaining good physical health in order to go after those big goals and dreams in your life. please share … Read more

3 radio shows in 1 week am I starting to become famous

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Hello again

This post is a response to a suggestion from Ronda Andrews, host of Speak Life Radio. She suggested that I may not be getting the results out of my radio appearances because I’m depending on people finding them from my as seen online page.

She suggested that I start writing a short blog post every time I do a podcast, radio show, or write a guest post. She said this way anyone subscribed to my rss feed will be automatically alerted to your appearances.

This week I was blessed to be featured on three radio shows. Yes, even I’m a bit amazed by the number of people who want me to tell my story on their shows. I thought I would right one post to tell you about all three of them.

And you may notice that I included two ways for you to listen. You can listen to them on my site by using the embedded audio players. Or you can click the direct link and listen on the show host’s site. This may be easier if you want to fast forward as you can download the audio from their pages.

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Overcoming a broken microwave to enjoy my week alone

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Hello again;

Some of you know that me and my family used to own a carnival. While we don’t have any rides any more, we do still have contracts. Basically my dad built the kind of reputation that makes people want to continue using us. We still have a few festival and fair contracts that we fulfill by subcontracting with friends and family who are still in the business.

Two weeks ago was one of those weeks. My mom Patsy, brother Patrick, and Nephew Seth took off to manage the carnival area at the Newton County Fair in Newton Texas. This left me and Miss Penny here by ourselves.

Since I started working to help people sell amusement equipment, I prefer not to go with them to events like this. The truth is I never enjoyed watching other people make money. And it would mean a week in a cramped motel room with terrible wifi and my poor doggie penny in a kennel.

And with the news stories about this new mysterious respiratory disease called KIRD I was not thrilled with the idea of putting my buddy penny in with a bunch of strange dogs. I know at that time the illness was concentrated in Illinois and Indiana; but there had already been one case in Georgia. And most of us don’t take chances with our kids or pets. So we prepared for the week.

They did all the usual things washing clothes, packing their sales booth, buying me groceries. They loaded up the truck and took off on Tuesday Morning of that week. They left and like a good boy I locked the door and turned the dead bolt as they left the driveway.

So, I was looking forward to a week of peace and quiet. I was planning to get a lot of work done. Yes, we all tell ourselves that when we have time with no distractions or responsibilities. And things started off well.

The trouble started

The trouble started and the challenge began on Wednesday.

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a weekend in San Antonio a baby step towards more travel

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Hello again;

Back in November I was invited to attend the Texas State Convention or Conference for the National Federation of the Blind in San Antonio. They were considering me as a mentor for visually impaired people wanting to be entrepreneurs but who don’t want to go into food service. They offered to arrange my transportation and cover my expenses, so I said yes.

I am not usually the spontaneous type, but I saw the opportunity and decided to go after it. I packed my good clothes into the only suit case I own. My good clothes consist of two shirts given to me by the people at Robert Graham Designs and a couple pair of casual slacks. I realized that I didn’t own any dress shoes but decided that at a meeting of blind and visually impaired people most wouldn’t notice. 🙂

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My guest Debra Morgan shares her emotional and inspirational story for the first time

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Hello again;

As many of you know I believe in keeping myself open to life’s opportunities. I had planned to have my intro video updated and posted by now, but I was fortunate enough to be able to give myself a new iphone as an early birthday present. 🙂

It does have speech built in for blind users like me, but there is still a pretty steep learning curve.

Since I am behind schedule on my own work, I was thrilled when Deb approached me with a request to share her story.

Debra morgan

Debra is a subscriber to my weekly emails, and we have gotten to know each other a little bit. She doesn’t have a website or a blog yet, but that is yet another reason I want to encourage her. She is at that early stage where it is all new, confusing, and sometimes terrifying.

But once you read her story or the part of it she is sharing with us, you will know that this is one tough lady who can handle all the challenges of being a successful author. I also admire the fact that she is taking the steps she can as she can. So, grab your kleenex and prepare to be inspired.

Every child comes into this world with a clean slate, no wrong done to them , and none they have committed. As we age pain follows, and pain comes from what is put on that clean white canvas. Good is put there too, but mine was more like abstract art from a bad starving artist.

So pain is for looking back at and the future well, for me that was a very gray area. I didn’t expect to live long enough to worry about it. It didn’t start or end overnight and suffice it to say that from day one I was going to have a lot on my canvas.

There would come a time many years later when I would be able to look forward. But for now I would begin to slowly destroy everything in my way. So life continued in this circle of damage, thinking I was hurting everyone but myself , what lies we can tell ourselves. What’s worse we believe them.

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