Why You Should Expect the Very Best TODAY

Why You Should Expect the Very Best TODAY
Expectation can take us one of two ways.

"Why You Should Expect the very best TODAY" continues the four part blog series is entitled: “The Point of  it All”. Every morning Exavier Pope broadcasts a series of messages on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn. This blog series is why the messages are sent and the deeper meanings behind them. Part I in the series appear here , and Part II here.  Please allow each post to uplift, inspire, and bless you. Thanks for reading.

The Scene
“I’m actually going to sell crack,” I said to myself disappointedly.

The cold, dank, gray December morning rotated like an excruciatingly deafening silent three ringed circus around me.

Every project building in the crime-ridden Southeast Chicago neighborhood leaned toward me as if they were expecting me to call a play in a football huddle.

Every barren tree threw its branches back in disbelief and watched intently on what I would do next.

The ground appeared to move under my feet like an airport moving walkway.

On this trip however, I was on a road to nowhere.

How Did I Get Here?
My foster mother Emma Lily Mitchell did quite the fine job loving me, teaching me, and pushing me to be an upstanding young man. She taught me to love all people regardless of background, stressed education, and constantly reminded me of how special I was and my destiny as a great leader one day.

I believed her.

Alas, she died when I was 14 and I was left to the wiles of the world around me on my own. Her last great gift to me was getting me tested to enroll in Whitney M. Young Magnet High School’s Academic Center in 7th grade.

Whitney Young was a gift to me because it allowed me to escape my gang infested neighborhood every day. I had the fantastic opportunity to go to the most diverse high school in Chicago where kids were just as smart as me and high ambitions were not only encouraged but channeled to institutions of higher education.

My entire years of high school were spent without a parental figure. I was responsible for getting myself up and going to school. I was also responsible for where I ate and slept.  I forged my foster mother’s signature on grade reports so my high school would not know I did not have a parent. I was afraid of being sent to a group home or worse.

I spent most of high school bouncing from one friend’s house or another. Some nights when my friends’ parents would not allow me to stay over I would sleep in a car.  I had extra incentive to find a girlfriend so I could sneak into a window and sleep over some nights with whoever I was dating at the time. Sometimes I slept in the park.

My condition did not stop me from ultimately getting into college and spending my freshman year at Iowa State University in Ames, Iowa and Parkland College in Champaign, Illinois respectively.

Unfortunately, I was not ready for college. I partied like the world was coming to an end and wound up back in Chicago out of school with no job and no prospects.

I was lost. I pretty much wandered around for several months with zero thought to my future. I mostly thought about how depressed I felt and how much of a loser I had become.  Oddly enough the same derelicts in the neighborhood I avoided in high school I started spending more time around. They were more than happy to have me join them.

I soon wandered to a family member’s house in one of the worst neighborhoods in the City of Chicago. It seemed as if every night the night air crackled like the 4th of July with gun shots. There was never a time I left the project building where I temporarily resided without a knife in my pocket and my fists clinched. I had to be on a constant state of alert.

Meanwhile, the cold unfurnished apartment where I slept nights on a hard floor was littered with gang activity. My family member was a gangbanger. Gang meetings took place in the living room, marijuana sale transactions occurred around the clock at the front door, and the kitchen became a laboratory for cooking and cutting crack cocaine.

One evening a shooting occurred and a gang member ran into the house and stashed a hot revolver in the linen closet. The situation was completely out of control.

My mind was completely off school. I often cried myself to sleep, clueless as to where my life was headed; until, I was asked to do the unthinkable.

From Rock Bottom to Rock Climbing
One unpredictable, giant, Michelin Man of a young man approached me in the apartment one December morning. He could care less about my past, present, or future promise.  He proceeded to inform me my life was headed nowhere and I needed to start “hustling”. He briefly gave me a lesson on drug math and proceeded to put a bag made of a sheet of plastic wrap containing multiple even smaller sheets of plastic wrap containing urine colored stained white crystalline rocks.

It was crack.

I walked out to the cold air. I looked around and proceeded to walk toward the nearest corner, my head on a swivel. My legs felt like they were tied to a ball and chain. I labored with every single step.

Normally the project courtyards teemed with people and activity. On this particular morning, I was the only person in the world.

“This can’t be my life,” I announced to myself. I closed my eyes and started praying. My whole world soon became dark and I had a moment of clarity I have yet to forget.

I saw my entire life unfold in an instant. My first vision consisted of the path I was on. The second vision consisted of taking another path. I saw my wife, my children, my struggles, my triumphs, everything. I saw my future, even writing this post. Most importantly, I saw the expectation my foster mother placed in me to become someone special.

At that very moment I believed her again and my prayers were answered.

I immediately walked to find the gentleman who gave me the crack to sell and told him I could not and would not sell his crack for him. Normally that would be a problem, a huge problem. Nonetheless, I looked at him with a knowing and determination that made him cower from me like tumbleweed being chased by the wind.

My life was never the same. Within a month I found a mentor who helped me to enroll in Roosevelt University in the Spring semester even after classes had already started. He even helped me to get financial aid and even a dorm in downtown Chicago.

That semester I earned all As and one B and stayed on for another two semesters before transferring to University of Illinois at Chicago. I graduated 3 years later from the College of Business Administration with two degrees – one in Economics, and the other Finance.

I interned at The Chicago Stock Exchange and Merrill Lynch before taking my first job out of college auditing investment portfolios for Northern Trust. Soon thereafter I went to law school and the rest is history.

The Point of It All
As a child growing up under the wings of my guardian angel and foster mom, my expectation was always set as being someone special. Even after she died, the circumstances around me never dimmed my expectations – until I faced a bout of failure in my life.

My expectations went from promise to despair. My outside circumstances mirrored my expectations. Those circumstances did not happen overnight. Day by day, little by little, I sank deeper and deeper into a hole.

Finally, when I made the decision to change my expectations, my life changed. It has never been the same since.

You may not have had to deal with the labyrinth of incredible circumstances such as myself, but you do have circumstances.

We can either let life happen to us or we can take control over our minds and our lives.

In order to control our minds, we have to maintain a daily practice of expecting the very best.

Once we start expecting the very best TODAY, we develop a habit and eventually a lifestyle of creating our own good fortune.  We not only have an attitude of expectation, we start actively making the objects of our expectations reality.

With a spirit of expectation you will walk into a job interview knowing that it is yours. Next thing you know your interviewer will be trying to sell the job to you instead of you to it.

With a spirit of expectation you will start that business you always dreamed of and in no time will have clients beating down your door.

With a spirit of expectation you will eventually believe you are not too old to go back to school and get that degree you’ve always wanted.

With a spirit of expectation you will start enjoying the job you dread coming to everyday or make a decision to change careers.

With a spirit of expectation you will save money to go on that trip to that place you have always wanted to go.

With a spirit of expectation you will call that estranged loved one and begin the path to mend a relationship.

Expect the very best TODAY and every day and watch your life begin to change…for the better.

Exavier B. Pope, Esq. is an entertainment and sports attorney, media personality, syndicated writer, Fortune 500 speaker and peak performance strategist, author, philanthropist, and sports business and law blogger for ChicagoNow. All opinions expressed are those solely of Mr. Pope.

(c) 2012, Exavier Pope

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  • Exavier - loved reading this - I write for parents and I can't wait to share this blog with them - this is my favorite quote - "my expectation was always set as being someone special" - so simple, but so life changing for a child. Thank you!

  • In reply to Cathy Cassani Adams:

    Cathy,

    Thank you so sincerely for reading. The power of expectation and what we tell our children is vital. Loving, kind, and encouraging words v. hateful, critical words can make or break the lives of our children.

  • You are one amazing man. I love your daily posts and loved reading this story - it brought tears to my eyes. POSITIVE>negative. Amen to you.

  • In reply to Teppi Jacobsen:

    Teppi,

    From the bottom of my heart I truly appreciate your kind, loving words. POSITIVE > negative is the next post in "The Point of It All" series, but you already know that! :)

  • I like the story but have several questions. My daughter attended Whitney Young and we had to show up on a number of situations just for parent teacher conferences and the like. I would like to know how you really pulled that off. Again amazing story but the part of being in high school for four years and living in the streets I find almost impossible. The rest if a great story but keep in mind to go out and preach to kids that they all can intern at Merrill Lynch is not realistic. Now to tell them to stop dealing drugs and other violent acts is on the other hand a better conversation. Our youth have given up for whatever reason. Your story is good I just have doubts on most of it.

  • Not impossible at all. I lived on my own in high school and all I had to do was go to the superintendent's office and fill out a one-page form. I don't think my teachers even knew my circumstances and I was an honor's student and wrote for the school paper (not like I was some fringe character who they would expect the parents to be absent). No one notices as long as you show up and follow the herd.

    Exavier, you have a fan in me!

  • PS - That was supposed to be in reply to "livefreechicago".

  • Exavier, I just shared this beautiful testimony to hope on the Portrait of an Adoption Facebook page, where I have many foster parents that are readers. Thank you for sharing your journey of perseverance and agency. Your foster mom would have been so proud of you. I am sure she loved you very much. The foster mom who took care of our daughter Katie before we adopted her really loved her. All the best to you, Carrie

  • In reply to Carrie Goldman:

    Carrie,

    Thank you for sharing. My foster mom is my guardian angel. I put her picture on top of my graduation cap in college and I planted one of my law school graduation tassels at her grave. People like you who give love to those not of your blood are inspirations to me. Part II of "The Point of It All Series delves into that and you can read it here:

    http://www.chicagonow.com/ex-posts-facto/2012/04/why-i-love-you/

    Thanks again for reading. Be inspired always! Exavier

  • You cannot go through 4 years at Whitney Young or any of the other selective enrollment schools basically homeless. I am sorry. And again, the rest of the story is amazing, it truly is. But my kids attended Whitney Young and prior to that, classical school. The schools do well because parental involvement is a must. School trips, fees, clothes, sorry, I call bs on that part of the story. Makes a great movie though.

  • In reply to livefreechicago:

    I trust Exavier and believe what he wrote:

    "I forged my foster mother’s signature on grade reports so my high school would not know I did not have a parent. I was afraid of being sent to a group home or worse."

  • In reply to livefreechicago:

    Dear Patrick:

    Thank you for taking the time to read my post and I appreciate your feedback. There was a time in my life that I was ashamed to tell people my background (a subject of a future post). I lied about my parents, background so that people would not look down on me. So if you wanted to call bs then, you would have been right. BUT NOT NOW.

    There is a story I will share in the future about the reason why I decided to open up about my background which happened during my last year of law school. As for this particular post, I debated back and forth with my wife whether to post it. I prayed on it. It's legit my friend. I've discussed the crack story with kids at elementary schools before, but it was never something that was "public" as this.

    Patrick, my story in high school is even far more fantastic than I've even written in the post. There is so much more that would make you scratch your head. It's exciting to hear people tell me my life "makes no sense". Great! It's an opportunity to tell people how awesome God is.

    Whitney Young is a fine institution and I am a proud Dolphin. I'm just a guy who fell through the cracks. Not because the school let it be, because I determined to make it so.

    Thanks again for your feedback.

  • In reply to livefreechicago:

    I went to WY and my parents literally never had to come to the school. Except for my dance rehearsals. Unless Exavier was on Guys and Dolls and needed for someone to pay for his leotard then I can't imagine why anyone would question his story. Great post!

  • Thank you for sharing your story, Exavier--that kind of positive attitude about life is exactly what I needed to hear, and I hope you keep sharing it with people.

  • In reply to Holly:

    I appreciate you reading Holly! Be inspired always! Read Pt 1 & II, and look out for Pt IV of "The Point of It All" Series. Your kind words mean a great deal.

  • Well then can you please explain how your school trips, fees, etc were paid if you were homeless attending Whitney Young? I am curious. My daughter attended that school. We had mandatory parent teacher meetings, forms that had to be signed, school fees that had to be paid. And I am talking hundreds of dollars. Let alone assisting in studying. So if you can please elaborate on those aspects of your story that would clear things up for me. My point is this, for anyone to make it out of the projects (which me and several of my siblings did) is one thing but to attend Whitney Young and have to provide for yourself beginning at age 14 is something else. I am curious.

  • In reply to livefreechicago:

    Patrick,

    Much more to this story..but it would fill a book my friend. Only so much you can put in a blog posting. But for a small clarification, I worked for a moving and landscaping company as a teen. A pretty blue collar job, but it paid pretty well. I moved heavy furniture, and landscaped the mansions and giant homes in Chicago's Hyde Park neighborhood. I also worked in a women's clothing store, worked as a telemarketer, and did odd jobs. I went on trips, paid for clothes, all of that with my own money. If I knew how to manage effectively money back then I probably would have been able to afford rent. It is actually the only thing I regret my foster mom never teaching me.

    I learned how to make my foster mom's signature after I got an "F" for not having it. I honestly don't remember any mandatory parent conferences, but I am pretty sure I came up with a way around them too. Studying was not easy but I did it. The library was another great refuge for me.

    Like I said, it makes no sense. That's why it's meant to inspire and point to you a higher source. That's "The Point of It All".

  • In reply to Exavier Pope:

    But if he is lying to get sympathy then how is this helping anyone.

  • In reply to intune:

    @intune:

    This is not for sympathy. This is Caffeiene for your soul. I am the author of this post BTW.

  • In reply to livefreechicago:

    I'm sure he worked to pay for it. There were school trips and all that when I went through it too. You work all the time in that situation. To address the issue of clothes, in my case it was the late 90's when luckily grunge was in fashion. How's that for convenient?

    As for studying, if Exavier is intelligent enough to hold three degrees, one of them a law degree, I'm pretty sure he could squeeze high school work in between class and a job. Regular kids should be doing this anyway. I was earning college credit through a special honors program at my high school while working 30+ hours a week. Have you ever heard the term "if you want something done, give it to a busy person"?

    I believe Exavier 100% because I know it can be done.

  • What year was it when he graduated from high school?

  • I am sorry but I just do not believe thisstory. For one thing I have had friends that went to that school and I know for a fact that parents had to go and pick up the report cards from the school themselves. Now if he was a white kid in the suburbs I would believe this story but by him being a inner city black child ( I am black myself ) I truly don't believe this crock. I am not sure who he is trying to impress but it surly isn't me and for all of you blacks who believe him you are tryly crazy. Only in the white hood could you do this and get away with this. But it wouldmake for a good lifetime movie and maybe this is why he wrote this story. Things that make you go mmmmm.

  • In reply to israel67:

    Lori,

    Thank you very much for reading my post. I greatly appreciate your feedback.

    It's exciting to hear disbelief of my story. It reminds me of how awesome God has been in my life. It's the unbelievableness of my story which causes me to inspire others to do great things.

    Funny thing is, I was worried about being judged for how REAL this story was and what it potentially may mean for tarnishing my well dressed, well spoken, highly educated pedigree and image. Never in a million years did I think the authenticity would be questioned. I was too preoccupied with keeping it to myself. The subject for another piece is about why I now share my story. I hope you will read it.

    I post on Social Media everyday certain messages of welcoming, love, expectation, and positivity everyday. These nuggets of my existence help to explain why. Scroll up to the top of the article and click on Pt. 1 & Pt 2 of this series to understand more. Also, follow me on Twitter and you'll hear it everyday.

    Thanks again for your feedback. Be inspired always!

  • In reply to Exavier Pope:

    Amen Exavier.

  • In reply to Kay S:

    Thanks for reading Kay!

  • I call BS. I don't believe this, embellished, maybe. Me: mid 40s, grew up Brighton Park/Cicero, former gangbanger. US Army and moved on.

  • In reply to azoomin:

    @azoomin,

    Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to read my post. I greatly appreciate your feedback and your comments. I celebrate your accomplishments and service to our great country! Be inspired always!

  • In reply to Exavier Pope:

    How do you know his day is busy?

    You seem to desire negative feedback and are thrilled to get it, so: You come across as condescending, self-righteous and a bit phony.

    You're really pushing this story into people's faces for some reason - I wonder what the real scoop is.

    But thank you for taking the time out of your wonderful day to read the message of lil' old me !! Shucks.

  • In reply to Huh:

    @Huh:

    Thank you very much for your feedback and contribution of this discussion thread. It is greatly appreciated.

    Your have some extremely valid points. I don't consider some of the feedback "negative" per se. Everyone has a point of view or opinion. It is not my place to invalidate how they feel or think. I also think the nonbelief of the story echoes the power of the story, and helps drive discussion. In that respect I am thrilled to get those comments.

    About 7 years ago I would have agreed with you I was phony. I was afraid to share my story because I was ashamed of my past. I dress, talked, and acted as if I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, when in fact I was blessed to even have a spoon at all.

    When I was "forced" in some sense to reveal my story (subject of another post), I freed myself and realize how much my story touched and changed the lives of people of all ages and walks of life.

    Sharing my story is more about changing and empowering the lives of other people, and that's the real scoop.

    We are only little if we don't stand and walk tall. I encourage you to read my next post. You'll get a real sense of why I have responded to everyone who has wrote a comment, "good" and "bad".

    Thank you once again for your comments. Be well!

  • In reply to Exavier Pope:

    Ex, you are soooo for real, down to earth and at the same time a GENUINELY classy man. I have so much respect for you.

    Thank you for opening up about the past here.
    It will inspire that kid on the corner thinking similar thoughts.

    Stay true to yourself (always) and the rest will follow.

    XO,
    Margie

  • In reply to EveryCrayon:

    Margie,

    Thank you soooooo much for your heartfelt, kind, and beautiful words. They mean a great deal to me.

    My words are not only for inspiring the kid on the corner. It's also for the executive at the corner office who needs to find a new purpose, or the cash register clerk at Corner Bakery who wants to go back to school.

    I am seeking greater truth in myself every day!

    I love you!

    Exavier

  • For all of the disbelievers, my children attend a public school in Lincoln Park and when my children first started at the school, teachers complained about parents not showing to pick up report cards. There was nothing done about it, they just didn't show up. I would not have believed it but I heard it directly from several teachers. Get off his back! He made something great out of his dismal life and all you have to say is how did he get away with not having his report card picked up. This story should be shared with young men who may be headed in the wrong direction.

  • In reply to Tracy A. Stanciel:

    @Tracey,

    Thank you greatly for your comments! I am actually thankful for those who have contributed to this discussion who have not believed. I really do. I remember a wanting to apply to law school only a few short months before it started and went to see a counselor at my undergrad. She said to me: "You haven't thought of going and now want to go? May you should wait a couple of years and prepare. I don't think you're ready?" All I heard was Peanuts where the teacher is talking "wahn, wahn, wahn". I was in law school less than 6 months after the conversation. Her comments fueled my fire even more. Not only that, it let me know what I was up against in facing the challenge.

    It's important in life we have naysayers. We need them to teach us what and who is against us so we can always be prepared for the twists and turns of life.

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    For those who don't believe you, it doesn't matter. They didn't believe Christ either when he came. Your life story led you down a path where you have been blessed, and are praising and thanking God for his presence in your life. Your life is one that should be used to encourage our youth to stand firm and stand for right, not be nagged about whether or not it's believable. I wish you much continued blessing and success in all you do!

  • In reply to Lisa Hamilton:

    Lisa:

    Thank you so much for reading and supporting! I absolutely praise and thank God for his presence in my life. This story is always fresh on my spirit during praise and worship. My life is unbelievable because it was meant to be used for others to believe. That is my destiny and I firmly and confidently walk in it. Thank you for the blessing! Please scroll to the top of the page and read Parts I and II and share with your friends!

    Exavier (Ex Posts Facto)

  • Exavier, thank you for your transparency in sharing these difficult experiences--and for your boldness in proclaiming that God enabled all of the "victories" in your life. As the scripture says, never grow weary in doing good. Keep encouraging us. And thank you for treating even the naysayers with grace. Your Foster Mom would be so proud.

  • In reply to ChicagoLiz:

    ChicagoLiz,

    You are welcome. It was not the easiest thing to come to the point of my life to be transparent. I was created for the sole purpose of this transparency. There are more stories to share that will uplift, empower, and change the lives not only of those at risk, but ordinary people who need to live their lives on purpose.

    We need naysayers in our lives. I am so thankful for them. I appreciate their honesty and criticism. They help to give us a unique perspective we may not have considered and drive discussion. They also help empower us.

    Thank you so much for reading and your wonderful comments.

    Exavier

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    I have followed Exavier since I discovered him on facebook. I was one of his 7th grade teachers and his story is true. Exavier did not dress./look like the average ackie. He often did not have funds for field trips and such, but we never allowed that to stop a student from participation in any activity. One of the main qualities possessed by successful students in the Academic Center was maturity. That, along with God's gift of intelligence has taken many very far. Many students had too much parent involvement (doing their kids homework etc). Living and surviving on the street helps one develop maturity at an early age. I am awed by Exavier;s accomplishments, but not really surprised. He was never in "academic distress" and liked by all his peers. I remember him being a very good student (better than most in grade 7). I knew of other students at the school who were homeless and also did very well. This post was primarily for the nay sayers but to Eavier I want to say "Thanks for giving back and keep doing what you do."

  • In reply to Dorothy Lewis:

    Dorothy Lewis my 7th grade Social Science teacher at Whitney Young everyone!

    During 7th and 8th grade my foster mother was still alive. She passed a month after 8th grade graduation. I had what I needed for field trips and such during those times, but I had reached a strange point in my life where I was deeply ashamed of my foster mother. I hid her from the school essentially. So some things I tried to do on my own. Everyone seemed to "have it together" at the school and I did not want to stand out of the crowd as some "orphan" being raised by a little old lady. It took be another 14 years to open up about my background. Now I realize how important it is to the lives of others.

    Thank you for your support! You were always someone who cared.

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    Exavier,

    Let me first say that I loved your story. You are a talented writer and I hope you continue to write. Your story is very touching. I hope that you continue to speak to children and youth to let them know that there is a way to overcome your circumstances and become successful.

    As for all those naysayers calling bs on your story about being homeless in high school, I will say this: I am a Dolphin, class of '85. In the four years I went to WY, my grandparents (who raised me) never set foot in WY. They signed slips of paper when required, paid fees when needed and made sure I had a ride if I missed the CTA bus. Other than that, I was pretty much on my own. I was 12 when I started as a freshman. Rode the #9 Ashland bus every day an hour each way. My teachers never inquired about my home life, never met my grandparents and they didn't care. I showed up, did my work, stayed out trouble and graduated. So yeah, I absolutely believe that you made it out of WY without anyone really knowing your situation.

    Congrats Exavier! Keep doing what you do. Excellence in everything!

  • @Donna:

    Thank you for your fine compliments on my writing. Writing is a passion of mine I did not know I had until I started blogging a year ago. Now I am working on a book with a former Grammy & Platinum selling artist just only a year after starting. Like I tell you guys, my life makes no sense! God rocks.

    Excellence in everything! I love it!

    I appreciate you for taking the time to read. Share with friends!

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    Your story is very inspirational . It is very good that you do not let the neative people and their comments affect you.

  • @Yohance,

    Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy day to read my post. We all come from a wide variety of perspectives and backgrounds. This means we all have to be touched to the core of our being in different ways. Recognizing, loving, and appreciating everyone where they are gives us the ability to constructively include everyone in discussion, be it positive or negative.

    Thank you for your fine compliments. Share the story with your friends!

    Exavier (Ex Posts Facto)

  • Exavier!

    I received the Chicago Now email and to tell you the truth, I only read the blog posts that are featured in the email. I wasn't surprised to see your pic as you are quite vocal on several social media sites, but what did surprise me was the story you've posted here today. After reading it I couldn't help but smile and nod my head of approval (not that it's needed) for all that you've become, aspire to be and your willingness to spread "the spirit of expectation" as inspiration for others.

    We shared the same neighborhood, mutual friends and witnessed similar things yet we all have our own unique story. The choice to grow out of your circumstance or succumb to it is definitely left to the individual.

    Excellent post! Keep up the good...
    -CLM

  • Carmen,

    Thanks for the nod of approval! We go way back. Thanks for the support!

    Exavier

  • Exavier,
    Your inspiration is contagious. I find myself reading this article and questioning many of my motives on my recent job search.
    I'm going through a tough time. I was let go from my work one week ago...While this is a rough deal, I also have the ability to start again; hit the reset button and do something even better.

    It's nothing like the restart you had to go through...but hearing your perseverance through that tough time has given the inspiration to NOT DENY MYSELF GREATNESS.

    Somebody told me that in college...it was actually my favorite professor: "Your biggest issue is that you always deny your own greatness."

    We can all be something more...it just takes a little elbow grease.
    Thanks again,
    John

  • In reply to Captain Meatball:

    John,

    Thank you greatly for taking the time out of your day and reading. If you found yourself questioning the motives for your recent job search, then this post reached its mark. I pray you look at losing your job as a blessing, not as a bad thing or failure on your part. Take self inventory of this job, the functions you performed, and where you going to be in 5 years in that job. Was it going to make you happy? Could you be destined for a better purpose? Search yourself and ask the tough questions.

    Your favorite professor was on to something, that is why what he said stuck with you years later. You'll look at losing your job and reading this post as possibly the best thing that has ever happened to you looking back.

    Be inspired always! I'm excited for your journey!

    Best of blessings,
    Exavier

  • UPDATE: Where this story goes next is scary and exciting at the same time. Being transparent is not easy, but it is necessary. I pray God covers my path and lives are changed.

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