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Speed Up To Slow Down

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The other day I was out riding jet skis with my family, and as usual, I was going (really) fast and doing everything I could to catch as much air off each wave as I possibly could. This type of riding using results in really sore ass cheeks, hyena like laughter and an occasional ‘bloody murder’ scream or two. What I also noticed was that I like to ride a jet ski the same exact way I like to build my business (which tends to be the exact opposite of how most ‘gurus’ . . . ‘business brainiacs’ . . and . . ‘marketing experts’ teach in colleges and courses).

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- David Sharpe

A “Tree” of Story Tellers

For the last year, every Wednesday I take my 13 y/o daughter out for “daddy/daughter night” — just her and I.

Tonight, she sat and told me stories for a couple of hours, and then shared how she was in the process of turning those stories into books, and eventually getting them onto the big screen. And when they were ready to be turned into movies, she wanted to MAKE SURE she casted the crew to ensure the wrong actors were not chosen to act out the roles she created.

Listening to her, made me think of a time when I told a story, pacing back and forth in the living room of an old house I lived in 2 1/2 years ago, on a conference call with about 100 people . . .

. . . as a little girl sat in the room next to me, listening in, as I talked about how one day I would be standing in front of 5,000 people sharing my life and teaching those people how to turn all the skeletons on their closet into their greatest and most ‘profitable’ assets.

And as I remembered that story, I looked back at my daughter as she finished her story, and I thought to myself . . .”Well hot damn, maybe the apple don’t fall far from the ‘ol tree after all”

:)

- Dave Sharpe
David sharpe and his daughter

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I Bought Her The Car She Wanted (Cash)

Last week I realized I hadn’t talked to my Mom in a few weeks, so I gave her a call. We chatted, caught up, and just before we hung up – she hesitantly told me something disturbing.

She told me that around 2am that Saturday night a guy drove up into their lawn (at the house I grew up in) and crashed into both of my parents cars. One was totaled and the other one damaged badly. He was drunk, and had bare-bones insurance. I could tell she was anxious and was still processing how they would handle the new financial burden that they didn’t ask for and did not see coming.

Now, most Mom’s put up with a certain level of turmoil raising kids – especially boys – especially ones that caused as much chaos growing up as I did. And they always seem to have a vision, and be patient with our testosterone driven, narrow minded, instant gratification ignorance …. as our brains catch up with our bodies (and our genitals, too – can I keep it real, here, please?).

My Mom had that same intuitive vision. She never gave up on me through all the ridiculously hard times (that any logical human being would have thrown their hands up and walked away … preserving their last strands of sanity). She was the first person in my life who believed in me at my lowest points, even when I didn’t believe in myself. And as overbearing as she seemed to be at times – she loved me through the bad discussions I made, the dumb shit I always seemed to get my self into, and the late nights I ran the streets while she tossed and turned at home in bed.

David Sharpe buys mom car cash

Me and my family at the dealership

So I hopped off a plane today, and just decided to take her to the dealership and remove that financial burden from her mind, and buy her the car she really wanted and deserves.

Because the truth is: Most people wait to show people how much they love and appreciate them until their funeral.

For me, I’m just trying to speak up now while I have the chance and say “thank you” anyway I can.

Thank you, Mom!
- Dave