The National Association of Realtors brings forth — I kid you not — the Voices of Real Estate Blog. Surely you will not be surprised to discover which voices are and are not “of” Real Estate. But don’t get the idea that this is just your garden variety NAR happy-babble. Consider this:
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They were aiming for gutlessness, but the commitment was just too onerous…
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the doctor’s office where we were all sitting in comfortable chairs while our particular poison (mine were Gemzar and cisplatin) was going into our bodies via a tube into our arms. We would talk. One of the remarkable benefits I had, that they didn’t, I was was in Los Angeles, three days a week, receiving Scientology Spiritual Counseling to get rid of all of the grief, fear and “deathfullness” I had. The one thing I found that each and every one of the other patients had was an upset on one particular thing: they didn’t know when they were doing to die. When they found out that they had cancer they then knew that they might (or might not) die. And they didn’t know when. I was in exactly the same boat. I didn’t know if I would be dead in six weeks, six months or six years. It was interesting that I could cheer them up by just by asking, “When was it that you did know when you were going to die?” I could get them all laughing on this point, as they would eventually realize that there never was a time when they knew. What had happened is, as a result of knowing they had cancer, they had discovered that they didn’t know. It was step up in awareness.
The Odysseus Medal this week goes to Kris Berg for
The Black Pearl Award this week goes to Krista Baker with
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I think I know why this is happening, and I’ll know more soon. But in advance of certainty, I built a similar list for