The secret to finishing any race strong

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Anyone can start a race. And anyone can sprint to the finish. The hardest part of the race is something different, something surprising, and it’s what you train for every day. [Read more...]

Numbers matter. So go big, even with a handful.

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These days it’s easier than ever to locate numbers and quickly see how you stack up. But what do you do when your numbers look bleak? [Read more...]

The Benefits of Failing

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It’s fair to say that many people go through at least one season of financial difficulty sometime in their lives. It’s often part of the ladder-climbing experience when just starting out. Or it occurs between jobs, or is due to an injury or downed economy. If it happens to you, what do you do? [Read more...]

Why you need to base your life on answers — not questions

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It’s popular today to live in a perpetual state of questioning. And certainly it’s okay to doubt. But just don’t live in doubt for the rest of your life. Base your life on answers, not questions. [Read more...]

This post has nothing to do with hockey (and everything to do with brotherhood)

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1. Big question: Have you ever wanted or needed to show a friend that you care deeply for him, and yet you don’t know how? Finding the exact words can be tricky. ·        You respect him. ·        You want to say you’re grateful for who he is in your life. ·        You’re mindful of all [Read More...]

Why you need to prove you can do hard things

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It’s always tempting to take the easy way out. Particularly if there’s cold weather involved. [Read more...]

The Raging Bull

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Once upon a time there was a man who had been raised in an alcoholic (drug addicted/dysfunctional/abusive—you fill in the blank) home. It was a fearful environment and he was afraid a lot. He hated those feelings even as a young boy because they made him feel “unmanly.” When he was twelve years old, he [Read More...]

Do your actions discount your leadership?

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    Day after day, week after week, I was pedal to the floor.   It was twenty-five years ago, during my second year of college, when I worked as a resident assistant in the men’s dormitory at Multnomah University in Portland, Oregon.   In addition to being an R.A., I carried 19 credit hours [Read More...]


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