POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A short story).    EPISODE ONE  You had thought life was a 3D movie and so it would be for you, but the thorny storms made it seem like the horrific scenario in Hollywood crimes and chaise. It would have just been the perfect horror if your phone had not jerked loudly this afternoon.   'Hello Ene'. It was Ann. Curious about her excited tone, you asked.   'Whats up with the call?'   'He proposed'. She replied.   'And who is the HE?'   'Tobun Oluwagbenga. My boss in the office'.  The name consciously rang a blow in your heart that made you stutter.   'To-bu-n O-lu-wa-gb....?   'Are you okay, do you know him?.    The line went off. ***********************

Few days ago, I was fetching water with a friend. I carried a very big bowl of water, while he carried two, because of the size; I placed mine on my head, while he carried his with his two hands. Our destination was a two story building where he lived. Consequently, the buckets and bowl were filled with water, ready to be carried to our destination. Meanwhile, he lived on the 2nd floor of that story building. After helping me to lift my bowl so I could place it on my head, we started the journey towards home, I soon discovered that he was paced far ahead of me. I became really uncomfortable with this, so I decided to take giant strides. I also soon discovered that with each step i took to catch up with him, I was either wavering with the water on my head or staggering, despite that I was focused on keeping up with him because I didn’t want to stay at the back, as fate would have it, I got what I deserved at last, the water I carried on my head spilled out, stepping on it made me

Martin luther king jr said "If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say,'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well." My meaning of excellence simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.  From  this: excellence is not a choice, it’s a lifestyle.  Take heed from Ralph Waldo Emerson who said, “Sow a thought and you reap an action; sow an action and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny.” Excellence is to do a common thing in an uncommon way. In the land where excellence is commended, not envied, whe

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