Greet everyday with a smile

Day’s ebb and flow so quickly that I forgot to blog again of Bob and what he said on Saturday, April 16th.  (I jotted it down on a post-it that resides in my daily journal, now to breathe.)

When he arrives at my sales, he makes a b-line to my checkout table, always with a smile.

I saw him coming and said, hi Bob.  Glad to see you!

He’s 88-years young you see and wears a smile that lasts the entire time he’s at my sales.

He walked over and said, When I peruse the estate sales online, I make sure I stop by the sale where the lady always smiles!

Really?  I asked  I’m the smiling lady?

Yes, you always have a smile for all your customers.  You know when I was younger I had lots of anger issues and went to a doctor for it.  That doctor told me that if I’d only wake with a smile and greet all my adversities with that smile, then all my troubles wouldn’t seem so large.

A positive attitude and smile changes how I see things everyday.

I know I smile a lot because my father also stated something similar.  When I asked him several years back, how do you always seem to smile no matter what?

Well, honey.  I learned a long time ago that I could either wake each morning with a smile and deal with the day or I could decide to be a grump every day.  I chose to smile and that’s how I’ve lived my life ever since.

Bob agreed and thanked me for always smiling and being pleasant to all that enter and leave my sales.

What a grand thing to note.  It made my day, that I make his day when he enters the sales.

Oh sure, there’s clients and customers that curl my toes, but I always handle things with a calmness of spirit.  Why should I stoop to any other level, that would only burn my insides and they’d just walk out the door.

No, I chose to smile.

Thanks Bob.

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First time grandmother Gray…..’GiGi’

I now understand why various grandparents tell me over and over, what a grand experience it is to be a grandparent!

Well…June 14, 2016….I became a GP member!

Months of knowing a new `boy’ arrival was on the horizon, now here!

Aunt Rachel planned a wonderful baby shower, May 21st with a host of family and friends of both momma Ashley and daddy Doug…..all the while trying to keep the secret from Ashley.  She tried every which way but loose to pry the actual date from her sister and moi.  We stood fast.  We didn’t even tell her fiance Doug, so he wouldn’t give way with Ashley’s inquiries.  Smart Rachel tactic!

Rachel told her it was her engagement party and that Ashley needed to be there by 12:30 for photos.  (Rachel is engaged and to be married September 17th, 2016….another wonderful event to embrace!)

5-21-16 Ashley surprised at baby showerAshley, big and pregnant, wearing a salmon colored, floor length dress entered the room a bit flustered because we needed her there by 12:30 for the supposed photo shoot, walked in with me and Doug, totally surprised!

We did it!  No, Rachel did it!  The rooVictoria and Rachel 5-21-16m was totally planned out.  Neatly displayed clothed tables, with center pieces designed and made by aunt Rachel.

The cake, Rachel hand picked!  Gorgeous!

Ashlleys baby shower cake 5-21-16Then…drum roll…..the pseudo `gift-cakes’Diaper cakes Rachel and Scott made for 5-21-`6 Rachel and fiance Scott created were stunning!  Filled with baby goodies! Diaper bag from Rachel to Ashley at shower 5-21-16 Ashley and Doug viewing Edmond Victors baby book 5-21-16Front cover of Baby book 5-9-16 WITH EDMONDS PIC ON IT 6-25-16EDMOND AND RACHEL 6-14-16GiGi with 1-hour old Edmond Victor Cary 6-14-16

A bottle of mustard

April 30th, I’d just unloaded my SUV at my youngest daughter Ashley’s home 30 miles north, after which I stopped at the local Dollar General store for supplies.

I gathered up an armful of sundries.  At the counter was a young woman of nineteen, who mentioned she had two children and works 50-hours of late.

A customer lady in front of me, 5′ 9″ or so with a young daughter in tow of 13-years, we were told, began talking about her three children ages 21, 18 and 13.  Within her ramblings and fumblings to find her credit card, I added that I have four children and am going through a tough time with my youngest son.  She chattered away about how kids are expensive and that they’re no trouble, but costly.  I certainly know that, adding that I’m a widow of almost 30-years, they sighed, saying they were sorry.  But, me, I’m not.  It’s been difficult, I stated, but overall a grand blessing and I’ve reached sixty-four with good health.

What? Sixty-four? How? Asked the customer lady.

Just at that time the pile of sundries began to fall from my grasp.  MUSTARD BOTTLE 4-30-16 FROM DOLLAR GENERAL FOR BLOGA mustard bottle, fortunately plastic, fell to the floor.  The lady picked it up noting the flip top had broken off.  The counter girl said she’d replace it.  I merely said, no worries, that flip top probably wouldn’t have been closed in the fridge properly anyway.

The lady customer looked at me and said, that right there, is how you’ve made it!

Hmm…  A mere mustard bottle made me think.  Yes, often like most, I have kinks in my life’s journey.  However, the mere fact that a mustard bottle had to remind me to find the positive from within, amazed me!

A positive prayer of thanks I hailed to the Universal energies when I settled into my car on the way home.

Positive thought, is the way I’ve managed with four now adult children throughout this journey.

All along this journey, I continually tell my children when distressed, to reach for a better thought.  It works every time!

Thank you little mustard bottle!

Reach for a better thought!

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Just-in case….pray

I woke this morn with `just in case’ on my mind.

A recent TV insurance commercial ‘just-in case’ made me think of all the just in case things the TV throws our way.  Or tactics to scare us into submission via our lovely TV’s!  Thank you media!

Since I have four children, I’ve always made sure the furniture corners were never in `running-way’ of my babies. Or the cornered coffee table was replaced with an oval one.  Just in case my babies fell onto it….they were safe.
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Ever thought through the various drug commercials?

One makes you keel over IF you take it…..but just in case….you need it, it’s there for you. And another, causes severe bleeding, migraines, etc. etc.

At one time, perhaps 30-years ago, car insurance was not mandatory, by law. However, those of us that understood it’s value, bought it.

Many had liability insurance only, which is “what protects you if you’re at fault for an accident and you hurt someone or someone’s property. It’s made up of two components: bodily injury liability and property damage liability. This type of car insurance doesn’t cover your injuries or damage to your property.” Allstate
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Have you ever taken time to think about all the `just-in-case’ scare tactics thrown into our paths?

Of course, just-in-case is very important with children, driving, contracts etc.

Wise Ben FranklClick Me!in stated….”an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”  He actually addressed fire safety.

It’s very true though with our health to prevent something from acting up or out, we, singularly need to take care of us!

When another hurts, it’s that one needing to mend.  However, we can encourage, cajole, coax, persuade another.  In the end it’s the one hurting that needs our just-in-case strength, love and sometimes a drive to the treatment center.

My dear son, Blake needs treatment.  Please pray the treatment center takes him immediately, to save his precious life.

Just in case….

We love you.

He is so special!

Victoria

A very interesting day….afternoon…

As I drove down the lane and away from meeting Lady H, I decided to view a 2-story Historic home now active as a store of new and recycled home furnishings.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a jovial kind lady of 70-years.  As I entered another room in the house another employee lady introduced herself to me too!  As things unfurled I introduced myself as well.  The first lady noted the sign on my car, Estate Sales by Victoria asking various questions.  All three of us intertwined brief stories of items we liked and a bit of what I do to help others when a relative passes or scales down.  They were intrigued.

I, of course, excitedly told them of my book, Estate Sales Made Easy and that a major U.S. publisher, Hay House awarded me their confidence to publish my book with a contract, a radio show, an eBook and a live webinar to kick things off.  The hard copy to come a bit later.

When I told them that I see and feel `things’ within my many 27-years of handling estate sales, the second lady told me they have a spirit there.  Quickly, I said, don’t tell me anything you may know about the spirit.  I’ll look around to see if I feel anything at all.

Sure enough as I walked up the old 1850’s wood staircase to the landing, my stomach began to fidget!  I continued.  The stairs took a sharp right upward to the long hall with bedrooms on either side and ends.  I shopped around continually feeling – a worried soul- is here.

When I entered the final long bedroom that stretched from the front of the home to the back, I knew the spirit was there and felt worried about something.  I became more fidgety.  I was not afraid, but felt it’s angst.  For or over what, I knew not.

After looking about a bit more, I descended the staircase walking into the back room where I entered and met the second lady there, telling her what I felt.

She said, it’s always at the landing that people feel something and often turn around without shopping more.  She wished she felt something, but never has.  She told me they learned a murder happened in the large room that stretched from the front and to the back of the house.  The same room I felt the extreme worried feeling in.  And that a woman and child were left behind when her husband was killed.

Did I receive the worried feeling from the mother who with her child perhaps were hidding in a closet when the murder occurred?  Did she feel she and her child would be next?  I’m sure she did.

Amazing, as I descended the stairs my stomach started to settle down.

I will have to research to see if an old newspaper houses that story.

I love when these connections take place.

Always pay attention….it’s so intriguing!

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A very interesting day!

Monday morn, April 11, began like all my mornings….

While a cup of Earl Grey tea by Twinning’s brew’s, I jog around my first floor 5 to 6 times.  When brewed to my expectations, I ascend the steps carefully steadying the cup to save every delicious morsel.  Walk into my bedroom to a cozy Queen Anne soft red settee for a bit of journaling in the morning sun.  After an hour, I jump into the shower etc. etc.

By 10 I arrived at an estate appointment to chat with the lady owner and to view the contents for a possible sale in June.  Lady H. opened the door and immediately hugged me!  (I’d never met her before our phone call two weeks prior.)  Then as quickly as she hugged me, she let go and began showing me her well groomed first floor and lower level rooms.  We sat to chat, then upstairs to go over the contract when she received a phone call concerning her garbage disposal.  To this point she hadn’t told me anything of her family at all, however she stated she was to move to Naples, Fl.

Her conversation of the disposal with Sears ended with an appointment the following day to fix it.  I didn’t want to appear nosy, but I felt I needed to check the reset button and asked if I could.  She knew nothing of it.  I knelt down, pushed the button and asked for something to grind up.  I threw in a number of crackers and viola!  It worked!

I stood and again, she hugged me, but this time it was a bear hug, which unearthed a multitude of tears from her trembling 85-year old, thin frame.  I wondered if she recently lost her husband and asked if he had. Yes, he died in January, she said and then added, I don’t have anyone here anymore.  I don’t have anyone.  She continued to hug me.  It was sweet, but awkward.  The hug literally lasted three to four minutes.

Once she released her hold, she never apologized for the awkwardness of it all.

I felt special somehow and glad I could help.

Again, knowing nothing of why she chose Naples, Fl, I `felt’ she was to live with or near her son.  Why the son?  I just had a feeling.

She looked at me stunned and said, why yes, how did you know?

I blurted out, I just felt it.

Again, she hugged me.  I presumed for the fortuitousness or providence of the day.

We stepped into the very tidy garage.  Again, something nudged me from within…ask if she has a real estate agent…so I did!

Well, she began, I spoke to a man who said he could liquidate my estate, sell my villa and get rid of what’s leftover after the sale.  He could do it all.

I knew in my heart it was a broker in her area that is known for his shyster-ness way’s…is that a word?  I told her I didn’t want to talk badly of anyone, however he has handled estate sales in the past, sold items to customers who needed to pick up their item/s later and never responded to their calls.  Stole their money and went on to the next sale.  He is no longer allowed on the online estate sales links.  I had to tell her and did.

Again she hugged me, but this time said, I think you were sent to me today, from above.

I nodded in agreement with a promise to return when she needed my assistance.

I drove away with a wonderful feeling of worth to another.

Help others…..

Grand indeed is that feeling!

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New beginnings….

How many times have we all began again?

Today, March 27, 2016 is my 64th birthday!  I’m beginning a new career side by side with my 27-year estate sale career and proud of it!  (Hmm….27 also equals 9, interesting!)

Yesterday, I woke with this brief poetic thought and jotted it down.

At sixty-three, I’ve come full circle. Thus when added together 63-equals nine.  (Within numerology’s sphere, nine is a full circle of representation.)

At sixty-four, which equals ten – I’m beginning again!

To be sure, I’m beginning again!

Last year, at sixty-three, I decided then and there that this was my year!

I’ve raised and nurtured my babies to adulthood and now it was certainly time for Mom to become whom she wished and longed to be all this years!

A published author!

I set aside old acquaintances that drained my positive energies.  This one simple step opened my energetic writing field to new heights!

I saw a notice from Hay House for the Speak, Write and Promote author seminars and jumped on it!  It was a cruise to Alaska, a cruise I never thought of taking, but I took it!

Leading up to the August 2015 cruise, I tenaciously sat at my computer early each morn, to write.  This was after I gathered all of my sixty-five hand written journals. Twenty-years of thoughts for various books titled in the headings.  These, I combed through locating all written words for a book I call The Secret of a Widows Vision – The Vision from within.

These notes are all moments in time, when the grand Universal energies synchronistically connected my thoughts and desires to events, that blended all I wanted and or needed at that time.  The `how’ I rarely questioned and now never do.  The powers-that-be knows exactly what and when I should do this or that.

I just allow the journey.

For six months I organized each synchronistic thought into a chronological blend of energy.  I thought….this book was the one that might catapult my publishing deal.

However, the grand Universe knew otherwise!

Over the week long cruise to three ports of call to and from Alaska, five seminars were in place for aspiring and already self-published authors to learn the `how-to’ get it done process.  Very inspiring and thought provoking!

I so wanted to speak my truth, however the powers-that-be knew better.  Four seminars came and went.  I honed my intro.  Would I get to speak my truth?

The final session was upon us.  I raised my hand to speak and glory be, I was called upon!

Before me stood another lady, speaking her truth at the microphone.  She, however didn’t wish to change her title so that others would know what the book was about.  This was requested by the CEO of Hay House.  No, she stood firm in her conviction.  I still don’t recall the title.

My turn.  I will certainly take all suggestions, I thought, from the CEO, Reid Tracy and Cheryl Richardson-live coach, authors.

Intro:  Hi, my name is Victoria Gray.  Over the past 26-years I’ve handled estate sales in and around St. Louis and the surrounding areas.  I make estate sales easy for those that are left behind.

Cheryl stopped me, turned to Reid and said, perfect!  Right?  He nodded in agreement.

I was ecstatic!  I had all week to hone my intro and now they loved it!

All were asked to raise their hands if they understood what Victoria does.  All raised their hands.  I did it!

Simple, you think?  No, not at all.  When a new beginning is intended, extreme intention and thought must be at the fore.  It just must.

Questions abounded from Reid and Cheryl.  Fortunately and just prior to taking the stand, I asked a new friend, Gloria, to take notes since I knew I’d forget most that was stated. She took great legible notes!

Reid added, wouldn’t it be great if you could tell stories and add pictures of your sales.  Can you tell us one?

Sure, I told one about seeing an entity and knew it was the husband.  It’s detailed within a blog here entitled Entities & Orbs.

I rattled it off and all sighed.  Reid asked, can you recall other stories?  Yes, I have 65-journals to date that house the stories.  He almost jumped off his stool with excitement as I recall, of which others stated the same at dinner that evening.

He asked too, do you have any pictures?  Do you have a following?

Oh yes.  I take pictures of every sale.  And I have over 20,000 estate sale followers.

What a great platform, they both exclaimed!

Cheryl, chimed in….you need to begin blogging of such and you need a website for Victoria Gray.  I stated I have a site for estate sales, but would certainly create another.

She added, you help so many.  I think you need an assistant to help you, you’re so busy!

Yes, busy with the business of helping others ease the angst of what-to-do with aunt Harriet’s items and helping me at the same time.

We all left excited, carrying a host of items to follow for our book submissions.

Diligently, I created a forty-page submission.  A 7-minute video and finished adding stories to a book I created over ten years ago titled Estate Sales Made Easy.  Sending all in on January 16th, three weeks before the February 8th deadline.

Would they publish me?  Time marched on.  I continued my estate sales excited to know who won the publishing contract.

March 8th, 6 a.m. I woke excitedly.  I checked the Facebook page for an update.  No update of who won.  By 10 a.m. I spoke at a real estate office of approximately fifty-people of estate sales and how my crew and I have helped thousands of families over the past 26-years, answering many questions along the way.

Fifteen minutes later, I sat down to listen, however something told me to check my email and text.  Lo and behold I received a text from an out of state number to please call it.  I wrote back, I’m in a meeting, what does it concern?  I receive many out of state calls from family members for sales.  I then opened my emails and found one from Cheryl Richardson.

I was the winner!!!  A radio show, a live webinar and an ebook soon to come to promote my book, Estate Sales Made Easy.  Hard copy to come later.

I never even spoke of The Secret of a Widows Vision….I didn’t care!

I won!!!

New beginnings, indeed!

Full circle, absolutely!

Change your path!

Do what you want!

The Universe is listening….

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Because I can

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Since the beginning of time, women have been suppressed.  No doubt about that.

We plan out our strategies.  What will we do next to make our lives happier, safer and more peaceful?

The attitude, because I can, is something I’ve said often and live by.  Freeing and changing any suppression I may have previously had.

Monday, March 7th, I journaled this memory….

When I built my first house in 1997 and before we moved, my daughter Rachel, had a final party at my very nice 1950’s brick ranch.  Within that party a woman from a former church my family used to attend asked this puzzling question.  This house is so beautiful.  Why would you want to move?

My answer, because I can! 

When I calmly and matter-of-factly blurted that out, I felt exuberant.  Thinking, of course I can!  Why not?

Freeing this no-longer-suppressed-woman to accomplish whatever I desired!

Everyone can, if first we dream!  Then move forward building on that dream!

A dream of mine came true just this past Tuesday, March 8th!

I’ve been journaling for 20-years tenaciously every morning, creating 66 journals to date.  Within these pages spawned several books.  One of which is titled Estate Sales Made Easy, which is based on a 27-year business I own and run.

I attended five seminars for aspiring authors, from the Hay House publishing Alaskan cruise contest, August, 2015.  What an fabulous cruise aboard the Holland America, Noordam.  Then after submitting all the required information and a video for Estate Sales Made Easy to Hay House, I learned Tuesday, that I’m the one they chose to publish!  They added – “We’d like to publish your ebook, and have you do a radio show and live web event. “

Wow!  How’s that for thinking and writing, because I can!

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Author Florence Scovel Shinn wrote a book titled The Game of Life, December 1925.  What an excellent read!  Full of her wisdom!  Here’s a few excerpts I live by.

“I now dig my ditches deep with faith and understanding and my heart’s desire comes to pass in a surprising way.”

“You attract the things you give a great deal of thought to.”

“I have seen the law work in the most astonishing manner. For example: A student stated that it was necessary for her to have a hundred dollars by the following day. It was a debt of vital importance which had to be met. I “spoke the word,” declaring, Spirit was “never too late,” and that the supply was at hand.  That evening she phoned me of the miracle. She said that the thought came to her to go to her safe-deposit box at the bank to examine some papers. She looked over the papers, and at the bottom of the box, was a new one hundred dollar bill. She was astounded, and said she knew she had never put it there, for she had gone through the papers many times. It may have been a materialization, as Jesus Christ materialized the loaves and fishes. Man will reach the stage where his “word is made flesh,” or materialized, instantly. “The fields, ripe with the harvest,” will manifest immediately, as in all of the miracles of Jesus Christ.”

“Getting into the spiritual swing of things is no easy matter for the average person. The adverse thoughts of doubt and fear surge from the subconscious. They are the “army of the aliens” which must be put to flight. This explains why it is so often, “darkest before the dawn.”

“When a student is able to let go of his problem (cast his burden) he will have instantaneous manifestation.”

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I spoke and wrote the word of authoring my books with a huge publishing company of which many sloughed it off as if silently saying, yah sure.  But that old fire inside kept saying….because I can!  And so it is!

Follow your dreams….because YOU can!

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WWII – Memories & Orbs

Last weekend I handled another wonderful estate sale.  Approximately 300 customers attended each of the two sale days.  The rooms filled with smiles, oohs and aahs as persons picked up this or that to purchase.  By 1 p.m. a kind gentle man of 88-years, who visits my sales often sat in a chair across from my checkout table.  His smile reminded me of my precious father, Victor, now gone.  Mr. Bob exudes the same vim, vigor and kindness my father had, which makes me feel my fathers presence.

Soon Bob began telling me stories of his time in the Navy during 1947-1948 in the Marshall Islands.  I jotted notes as his stories unfolded.  He spoke of  Kawajlein, Bikini Atoll, Likjep and other islands where nuclear weapon tests took place and how when one private in the same area spoke way too much and was escorted back to the US.  Bob sat silent, later learning the man who listened was there specifically to learn which men divulged info and who didn’t. He mentioned too, that many mornings his shoes were under water when the tide was up.  It was extremely interesting and caused me to reread part of The Ankle Express, a book I wrote about my father’s equally interesting Navy life.ANKLE EXPRESS BOOK COVER

My father’s Navy years from 1942-1944 as an armed guard aboard Merchant Marine carriers are shared in the book. His stories in the Solomon Islands, the European and Pacific theater’s, Australia and other ports of call are amazing! One of which included the Blitz while in Hull, England.  (Check out my Books page.)

Switching gears…..It’s amazing how life on the other side comes through.

When my father is with me, I see a gnat swirling around my face.  I know dad is there.  (Others, I’m told, see familiar signs specific to them and know a family member is with them too.) This day I saw the gnat only while Bob spoke of the Navy.  It made me mist up and wonder if others appreciate Bob’s stories as much as I do.  Bob was even amazed and thanked me for listening.  It was my pleasure without a doubt! I wonder too, how many diligently listened to my father’s stories perhaps as he cut their hair at his barber shop.  At any rate, his stories will never be forgotten, since I wrote his life history covering 385 pages.  He was so pleased one of his children took the time to interview him and completed the book before his last month on earth.  I salute you my precious father and Bob.  Keep those stories coming!

Also at this home….in a few pictures were many orbs!  In a conversation with the widower I told him of the photos and asked if his wife worked at that table, knowing she sewed.  One photo was of the large oval dining room table, which housed at least twenty orbs.   When this photo was taken I had no lights on nor were the window curtains open.  He paused looking at the table and somberly said, we had so many wonderful family dinners there with the kids and grand-kids.  Later LOTS OF ORBS ON TABLE he asked if I’d send he and his son the pictures via email.  Well, of course I said yes.

Later as I toured the slew of pictures I took for the sale, I saw orbs also over the twin beds in the basement.  A place where TWIN BEDS WITH ORBS!!!!!family often stayed when visiting, I was told.

I sent both pictures over.  The orbs are very visible and abound in both photos.

The son tells his father often, he sees things too, at his own home and will enjoy the pictures, stating how interesting it is to know his late wife and mother of his children was there.

So pay attention and tell your stories.  People really do want to hear or read them.

Who knows maybe one of your pictures shows a relatives orbs.

Check it out!

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Thought – the seed the subconscious waters

Walt Disney, Henry Ford, Thomas Edison etc. their life paths certainly show us how thoughts become reality.

My father, Wm. Victor Gray – a barber aboard ship and fresh out of the Navy took a barber course to further his knowledge.

Could he make it as a barber?  He certainly enjoyed it.

His brother Evert did, then perhaps I can too, dad thought.

His thought created the desire to learn more and to move within that thought-desire.

Subconsciously dad thought he could, thus this thought-action spawned the course. After graduation, this course inspired him to first obtain a job at his brother Evert’s 9-chair shop in the Hampton Village area in St. Louis, MO. There dad met Stan Musial cutting his and his son Dickie’s hair often.

Again, thought spurred dad to open his own barber shop on the corner of Concord Village Rd and S. Lindbergh on the second floor above a grocery store. Sure at first he was hesitant to branch out since by that time he had married and the second child, Victoria, was on the way. But he soldiered on!

This location was great, but soon he outgrew it. Dad saw and heard the men sitting on the stairs to the barber shop, telling jokes and laughing while awaiting for their turn. The location was great but he knew he had to locate a larger place.

He scouted out various places to begin his next shop, finding a building on the corner of S. Lindbergh and Lemay Ferry. When he spoke to the previous renter, also a barber, the man said he couldn’t make a go of it there and he was the third barber that moved out!

Hmm dad pondered should I take it or not?  The location was perfect! At a busy intersection. He wondered why his predecessors failed to succeed.

He heard a little voice spur him on. Go ahead, give it a try! You never fail when you try.

He listened and opened his barber shop with just he as the barber.  Within three months he had to hire another barber and within another three months yet another barber was hired.  Here he met and cut Whitey Herzog’s hair and others from the team.

His thought-desire became a roaring barber business of which he never stopped till age eighty-one.

He told me the walls roared with jokes and laughter. He said Honey, I’ve had the best job anyone could have ever wished for! Before I knew it the day was over and I had a blast!

He added, I got what I asked for!IMG_8128

So listen to your thought and dreams. That’s where your inspiration and desire come from. Act on it and see what dreams are fulfilled…by thought.

Thoughts are powerful when listened to!

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PS…you might want to read an excerpt from A Widows Vision (on this site) and see how thoughts became things for me, too!