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sharethesametypeofrelationshipaclassroomteacherandetheirownCD.Youdon’thavetojustlistentomusicmadeandsoldbybigrecordcompanies.ManygroupssendtheirmusicstraighttocommunityradiostationsThisallowsfortrulynewmuobablyrightaboutmyears;IlikelyhavelostsomehearingfromgoingtotoomanyloudconcertasIhave.Ican’tstaythatitwasomethinggreathasbeenachieved,wearefreetosetoursightsonthenextopportunitytohelpthatariseEachnewopportunitymaybebiggerandbetterthanthelastAndso,Iurgeyoutouseallyoureffortstodowhatgoodyoucantodayinsteadoftomorrow.Donotspendyourtimewiththingthatareneithergoodnorvaluable.Thiswillsaveyoufrommistake.Ifyouaregivenataskthatyoudonotbelieveishelpful,delayit.Timewillwashitawayforyou.Atthesametime,thebeginningsofsomethingpositivewillhavebuiltup.Doitatonce!Akindword,ora(n)servicetoothersisneverawasteofyourtime,andyouwillreapthebenefitsofdoinggoodandenjoypeaceofmind.(4)StandinginthedoorofMrMurphy’soffice,Icouldseehewaslearnedonsomethinghewasreading.Hehadbothelbowonhisdesk,hisheadwasrestingononehandandhisotherhandwascuppedabouthismouth.Iknewthathewaskeepinghisofficehoursandthatstudentparticipationwasencouraged,butallthesame,Iwasafraidtoapproach.Then,asIturnedtoleave,myfootbangedagainstthebottomofthedoor,startlingmeandcausingtheprofessortolookup.Hiseyeshadsimplymovedfromthedesktome,buttherestofhisphysicalbodyremainedthesame.Heinvitedmeinwithoutgesture,justa“Comein.Whatisitthatyouneed?”Therewaslittleifanywarmthortoneinhisvoice;itwasn’texactlyencouragementDespitebeingintimidated,Imadeaconsciousefforttorelaxandpersuadedmyselftosmileandentertheroom.“Mr.Murphy,”thepitchofmyvoiceroseasIbeginmyintroductionIamsorrytointerrupt.mynameisPeter.Iaminyoursecond-periodEnglishclass.“Peterdidyousayitwas?”hereplied.Hisreactiondisappointedme.ItwasapparentthatIhadnotmademuchofanimpressionwiththepresentationImadeinclasslastweek.hesaidmynameasifhewouldnothaveremembereditwithoutmyhavingstateditforhimfirst–asthoughhewerenomoreimpressedthanifhehadencounteredabeggaronthestreetHecontinued,”Doyouhavesomethingyouwanttodiscusswithme,ordoyoujuststopbytovisit?Infact,Ihadstoppedbytovisit,butIwasnolongerfeelinguptoitandwaslookingforafastexit.Itseemedthattheinvitationhehadextendinclass,”Dropbymyofficeforavisitanytime.Mydoorisalwaysopen.”wasjusta(n)emptygestureprobablyrequiredbytheschool.IreachinsidemybagandpulledoutmyEnglishlanguagetextbook.IfiguredIcanaskhimaquickquestionratherthantrytohaveameaningfulconversation.(6)Let’sfaceit;youngpeopleenteringtheworkforcetodayarelazy.Ihaveheardjustaboutasmuchcomplaintabouttoday’sworkplaceIcantakeContrarytotheviewyoungpeopleseemtohavethatthingswerebetterforpriorgenerations,thefactisthattherehaveneverbeensomanygreatsjobforpeoplewantingtoentertheworkforce.Thereareeducationalopportunitiesthathaveneverexistbefore,andthestandardoflivingisgettingbetterallthetime.Frankly,peoplewholackcourageandcommitmentshouldn’tblameanyonebutthemselvesfornottakingtheopportunitiesthatarethereforthem.Myfirstjobwasworkingasatrashman.IhauledtrashforsixyearsbeforeIgotpromotedtothepositionofmanager.Iwasn’tscaredofhardwork.Bythetimethedaywasfinished,myshoulderwouldhurt,butInevercomplaintedIevenassistedothersandworkedextrahourswhenIwasneeded.Unfortunately,youngpeopletodayseemtobelackingthesamedesireIhadtoworkhard.IcanboastthatIneverquitajobwithoutbeingofferedabetterone.Wecan’tallstartoutatthetop.Mostofusneedtopayoutduesandworkfromthebottomup.AftermanagingthesmallcompanyforwhichIhauledgarbageIfoundajobwiththecitypublicworksofficemanagingasmalldepartment.Now,after25yearsofworkinginthegarbagebusiness,Imanageallofthecity’strashremoval.AlongthewayIlearnedthatajobwelldoneisneverlookeddownon,andthepersonwhodoesitwillalwaystriumph.Whereisthe“cando”attitudethatmakesourcountrygreat?Itdoesn’tmatterwhatyoudo,aslongasyouworkhardanddoyourbest.Youngpeopleneedtocommencewithfindingalineofemploymentthatneedsthem,andquitlookingforperfectionintheirinitialposition.Ifworkweresupposedtobeenjoyable,itwouldn’tbecalled“work”.(8)IthinkIamlikemanypeopleinthatIhavebetterideasinmysleepthanwhenIamawake.And,likemostpeople,IhaveahardtimedraggedmyselffrommybedorevenrollingovertowritesomeofwhatIhavedreamtinanotebookthatIhaveleftonthenightstand.IhaveoftentriedbutmostofthetimeIamunabletodojusticetomydream.ThedreamisalwaysmoredetailedthanwhatIwritedown.Dreamsarelikewater;thedifferentpartsofyourconsciousbrainjustseemtoflowtogetherintostrangestories.Ihaveahardtimeexplainingwhythingsinmydreamshappen.WhyisthereadoginapinkdressrunningupthestairsinachurchI’veneverbeeninbefore?whydoIoftenflyinmydreams,asthoughIamdrivingacarthatdoesnotexist,inasittingpositiononlyafewfeetfromtheground?Thefollowingisanevengreatermystery;whydodreamsfeelsorealwhenIamdreamingandshortlyafterIwakeup,butmakelesssensethelongerIamawake?SometimesmydreamsreallytellastoryandIamcompletelyentertained.IsaytomyselfrightafterIwakeup,”Wow,thatwouldmakeagreatmovie.”Itrytoholdontothestory,butitisn’teasy.AssoonasIgetachance,ItellthestorytothenextpersonIsee.Iamalwayssurprisedwhentheyarenotimpressed.Theysaysomethinglike,”Well,I’msure