What is it that you love doing so much that you forget time? You forget others. You are so focussed that you don’t hear anything. What is it that gets your creative juices going? What is it that you love more than anything else?

Graham is passionate about books. He loves them. He just loves books. They are all placed in their respective homes on shelves. Each has a neighbour. He fondles them. Cares for them. Places book marks in them, never folds corner of their page.

A bookshop is like a magnet to him. He will spend hours with his head tilted to one side as he scours shelves for works that interest him. He loves books that have a different angle on coaching and developing people. He loves reading unusual biographies. He loves books where people have beaten odds to survive. It doesn’t matter whether they are fiction or non fiction. They have to be about improving self.

At least that’s what it appears to outsider. But, you see, books aren’t really his passion. It just looks like it. He loves books yes of course he does. But really books are a vehicle. A method of giving him what he truly craves for…..

And that is learning. Graham has a passion for learning about human spirit. How to get most out of it. How to tap into it. How to push it to new heights. How to get to its potential. How to climb out of feelings of mediocrity. How to, excel at what ever he does.

His Passion is for human spirit.

Often, that which appears as a passion, at first, is just vehicle for real deep down passion that lights you up.

This is a very important question you should be answering. After all it is "your life" you should be one designing it and being happy with it. So many people seem to think they should feel guilty if they aren't always following someone else's plan. Does it really make sense to please others yet not please yourself? I sure don't think so. Now I do agree you may want to compensate to some degree to please others but not to degree of being unhappy about kind of life you lead.

It took me a few years to finally come to that conclusion when I was in my early forties. You see my Dad was owner of a very successful family florist business. He wanted to eventually pass it on to me. In my earlier years that was an exciting thought but as I grew older I began to have my doubts.

I started working part time in business at a very early age. That was usually during major holidays and some special functions. When I went to high school I was on regular payroll and working as much as thirty hours a week. After two years of college I was drafted into U.S.Army so I was out of picture for two years. I spent a lot of time thinking during that time what I would do when I finally returned home.