Smiles, Samuel:Industrial Biography
- Taschenbuch 2018, ISBN: 9781406805802
HCI. Very Good. 5.5 x 1 x 8.75 inches. Paperback. 2000. 350 pages. <br>Barbara Russell Chesser Ph.D., Amy Seeger and Paul J. Meyer join Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen in comp… Mehr…
HCI. Very Good. 5.5 x 1 x 8.75 inches. Paperback. 2000. 350 pages. <br>Barbara Russell Chesser Ph.D., Amy Seeger and Paul J. Meyer join Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen in compiling Chicken Soup for the Golden Soul. This collection offers readers loving insights and wisdom--all centering on the prime of life. C ontributors to this volume include Erma Bombeck, Ruth Stafford Pe ale, Tom Landry, Florence Littauer, Roy Rogers and Max Lucado. Re aders of all ages are sure to cherish this invaluable collection as a reminder that the soul of those young at heart is truly gold en. Divided into chapters on letting go, giving, learning, the lighter side, across the generations, overcoming obstacles, persp ective, believing, living your dream, reminiscing and ageless wis dom, this book celebrates the myriad joys of living and the wisdo m that comes from having lived. Readers at every stage of life wi ll turn to this book again and again for the timeless wisdom that will help them live their lives to the fullest. Editorial Revi ews About the Author JACK CANFIELD and MARK VICTOR HANSEN, #1 Ne w York Times and USA Today bestselling coauthors, are professiona l speakers who have dedicated their lives to enhancing the person al and professional development of others. Canfield and Hansen ar e based out of Santa Barbara, California and Newport Beach, Calif ornia, respectively. PAUL J. MEYER, a celebrated leader of the m ultibillion-dollar self-improvement industry that he founded near ly forty years ago, has devoted his career to helping others deve lop and use their potential for achievement. Today, his worldwide enterprises include Success Motivation Institute, Inc., Success Motivation International, Inc., Leadership Management, Inc., and Leadership Management International, Inc. Over the past three dec ades, he has created more than twenty full-length programs on top ics ranging from goal setting to leadership to time management, a nd much more. He is the author of Bridging the Leadership Gap and I Inherited a Fortune! and the subject of two biographies, The S tory of Paul J. Meyer and Paul J. Meyer and the Art of Giving. B ARBARA RUSSELL CHESSER, PH.D., is president of Success Motivation , Inc., a Waco, Texas-based research and development company that is part of a global enterprise of more than forty companies. A c ontributor to the Journal of Religion and Reader's Digest, she is also the author of 21 Myths That Can Wreck Your Marriage and Bec ause You Care: Practical Ideas for Helping Those Who Care and the coauthor of Fatal Moments. Such publications as the Dictionary o f International Biography, Who's Who in Community Leaders and the World Who's Who of Women have recognized her contributions. AMY SEEGER vice president of Success Motivation, Inc., is an integra l part of the worldwide Meyer Family Enterprises organizations, w hich are leaders in the field of personal and professional develo pment. She combines strong business skills with a personal dedica tion to helping others, and has always been inspired by people wh o embrace and enjoy the gifts of their golden years. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Kathleen's Piano F aith makes the discords of the present the harmonies of the futur e. —Robert Collyer One cold December morning some years back , my husband, Mark, and I were driving to the airport, headed to the West Coast to speak at a medical convention. As we voiced our anticipation of warm weather and the excitement of the big city, Mark dashed into a convenience mart to purchase some last-minute items. He returned with a small brown package in his hand and a shivering elderly lady at his side. What a contrast they were &# 151 Mark in a gray wool pinstriped suit and the stranger clothed in a green polyester coat with two missing buttons and a stain on the front. Her half-frozen toes peeked out from time worn sandal s. As the determined lady struggled into the back seat of the ca r, she flashed a tender smile my way. My name's Kathleen, she ann ounced boldly. I understand you folks are headed down Kentucky wa y.ö Her husband, it turned out, was a patient at a nearby nursin g home, and was not expected to survive through the Christmas hol idays. The two had married late in life, never had any children, and when their small monthly allotment dwindled, Kathleen often h itched a ride to the nursing home. Like so many Appalachian women of her generation, Kathleen was fiercely independent—a survi vor. She usually stayed at the nursing home all day, for even tho ugh her husband was in a hopeless coma, the facility was warm, th e food was great, and there was a piano in the day room where she could while away the hours and her cares at the keyboard. As we approached the small, brick convalescent center, I remembered th e calling cards in my briefcase. I handed my ivory linen card to Kathleen. ôDon't hesitate to call us if we can ever give you a li ft to the nursing home, I said. Kathleen smiled, thanked us for t he ride, then confronted the unyielding wind, her thin coat blowi ng wildly. When we returned home after our trip, baking, buying gifts and an endless array of holiday errands consumed our days. Kathleen called a couple of times to chat, but it wasn't until Ch ristmas that our paths actually crossed again. ôDid you take Kat hleen anything for Christmas? Mark asked late Christmas night. Ho w could I have forgotten? We scurried about the house gathering some remnants of Christmas for Kathleen. As we approached her tin y frame residence, the porch light was still burning. We rang the doorbell and waited. Soon, Kathleen opened the door and invited us in, saying she just knew we were coming for Christmas. As we stepped inside the living room, our eyes took I Kathleen's short- sleeved cotton dress, the tattered sofa and chair, and rugs taped around each window to protect her from the harsh weather. A bare bulb dangled from d ceiling wire, scarcely lighting the room. ô This is 'Honey.' She's an alley cat plus a better breed,ö Kathlee n announced, stroking the animal's soft yellow fur. And Honey and I have a special present for you. Kathleen picked up a xylophone and methodically plunked out ôWe Wish You a Merry Christmas on i ts rusted, paint-chipped keys. ôI found this for a quarter last s ummer at a rummage sale, she said proudly,ö and I've been saving it for just the right occasion. ôDo you have a piano? Kathleen q uizzed. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable about the grand piano in our living room at home and the nice clothes in our closet. Chris tmas was nearly over, and in my busyness I hadn't even played a C hristmas carol. In our pursuit of the things money could buy, it seemed we had overlooked many of the things it couldn't buy. ôCo uld you... would you go home and play 'Silent Night'? You could h old the telephone next to your piano, and I could celebrate Chris tmas one more time, Kathleen pleaded. Then she shared with us her dream of finding a piano, preferably an old upright model like s he'd played as a child. She had little money, but she had faith t hat God would send one her way. After the holidays, I combed the classifieds in hopes of buying a used piano for Kathleen. It bec ame apparent, though, that all the bargains had been snatched up by the area piano dealers. I tried to compensate with other small gifts—a pretty blouse, an African violet, a tin of talcum po wder. On Valentine's Day, Kathleen hardly noticed the chocolates I bought her. ôMy piano will be here soonö she insisted. And, th roughout the winter, Kathleen's faith intensified. Her strong fai th in the midst of poverty was an unsettling paradox; it amazed m e, yet amused me. But later that spring, something wonderful hap pened, and Mark and I dropped by to tell Kathleen about it. Some family members had sold their home and were moving. The new owner 's sole request was that the heavy upright piano in the basement be removed from the premises. Soon. ôCan you think of anyone who could use that old relic? they had asked. It's theirs if they mo ve it. Could we ever! Kathleen ran to meet us when she spotted o ur car. ôMy piano... it's coming...I had a dream last night. It's coming from a little town I've never heard of near Point Pleasan t, West Virginia, she squealed. ôGodÆs not too far offö Mark mum bled, maintaining a reserved amazement for God's handiwork. The p iano was indeed located in a tiny, postage-stamp-sized town only thirty miles from Point Pleasant. Mark and I could hardly contai n our joy. Kathleen was baffled—not that a piano was coming, but that we were surprised. For she had been joyfully expectant s ince Christmas night, when she put her faith into action. ôI've b een playing my piano already in my mind, she explained. ôWithout faith, we can't please God, you know.ö And ever since the massiv e, oak upright was rolled into Kathleen's living room, music hasn 't stopped flowing. Artistic expression hasn't been limited by he r advancing age or glaucoma. Kathleen's husband has since passed away. But music—be it the classics, roaring-twenties tunes or gospel songs recalled from childhood tent meetings-connects Kath leen with the world. She accompanies the congregation at her neig hborhood church and joined a senior citizens' band. Kathleen does n't read music, but she beautifully reproduces what she hears. B efore I met Kathleen, I understood faith in my mind; now I unders tand it in my heart. For as with all acts of faith, Kathleen's mi racle happened not when she received, but the moment she first be lieved. Submitted by Roberta L. Messner ¬ 1992 Roberta L. Messn er. Reprinted with permission from Chicken Soup for the Golden So ul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Paul J. Meyer, Barbara R ussell Chesser, Amy Seeger. No part of this publication may be re produced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher . Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, De erfield Beach, FL 33442. </div ., HCI, 2000, 3, -: Ted Smart, 2018. None. Paperback. Good. -. A smile can get you far, but a smile with a gun can get you further. - Al Capone Featured in Vice A man of singular influence in the American underworld, Johnny Rossellis career flourished for half a century, from the bloody years of bootlegging in the Twenties - the last protégé of Al Capone - to the modern era of organised crime as a dominant corporate power. The Mobs Man in Hollywood, Johnny introduced big-time crime to the movie industry, corrupting unions and robbing moguls in the boldest extortion plot in history. Meanwhile, he consolidated his empire by smoothly befriending studio bosses and seducing their biggest stars, including Marilyn Monroe. In the 50s, Rosselli saw a new opportunity overseeing the birth and heyday of Las Vegas, and became the gambling meccas behind-the-scenes boss, enjoying the Rat Pack night life with pals Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. Then, in the 60s, incredibly, he became the central figure in a bizarre plot involving the Kennedy Whitehouse, the CIA and an attempt to assassinate Castro. Based on years of research, this utterly compelling, richly detailed page-turner takes you inside American organised crime at the highest level. A story of extreme violence and superstar glamour - with Handsome Johnny in both roles., Ted Smart, 2018, 2.5, Teddington: Echo Library. 212 pages. . Very Good. Soft cover. Reprint.. 2006., Echo Library, 2006, 3<
