I'll tell you in a bit.

He met challenge to change with a dogged determination. Change is a part of life. And, a guy named Charlie did it his way for most of his early life-Wrong! Refusing to accept cycles that come and go and cause change, will undo best laid plans of mice and men.

He was born in poverty. In elementary school sold newspapers and shined shoes. After he quit school he got involved with hoboes and derelicts. He gambled, got involved with drug smuggling, was captured and sentenced to prison at twenty one years old.

Why? Charlie, , lived to be 79 years old and died in mid 1950's. He said before he died, those early years were a time of rebellion and refusing to change. And that refusal to change brought problems he encountered.

While in prison, Charlie had a lot of time to think. I guess so. He found out what it was like to cut off his nose to spite his face. Not too much fun. But, I'm sure none of you have ever been that stiff-necked, have you? Yeah, ok, right.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet!

Something happened to Charlie one day while in cesspool of liberation. Oh, yeah, he was a "janitorial engineer". You know, it's funny, but some of my most outstanding successes, I have ever made, came while I was in cesspool of liberation. There's just something about that place that brings about an amazing willingness to change.

Charlie completely changed direction of his aggressive personality. He quit hating Judge that sentenced him, he forgave federal agents who caught him and brought about all his troubles. He took a very good look at Charlie of past and resolved to avoid even very appearance of evil.

This change in Charlie's attitude also brought about a remarkable change in his behavior. Isn't that amazing? Yeah, right. He began to read books that gave him inspiration, guidance and help. He could feel changes taking place inside of him that he couldn't explain. But, he knew something good was happening.

A Feather In His Cap!

Because of these changes, he began to get favorable attention of prison officials. As fate would have it, Charlie got paroled and got a job as… guess what? Yeah, a janitor. Well, I guess it's better than a slap upside head with a wet fish. But, anyway, Charlie had a changed attitude, so slopping around in a toilet was not going to chap his rear. No pun intended. :>) hehehe!

Fast forward two weeks. The weather report says wind chill will be minus 30 degrees. I'm not worried because we just got a delivery of heating oil. Unfortunately my oil freezes and my furnace stops. Again I start with deep breathing and prayers that this time when I push reset button furnace will stay on. After 24 hours of this house is kind of chilly. My husband and I reason "Well, we're going away for two days… and it's supposed to warm up Saturday (from zero to 20)." As I sat staring out window, and felt that familiar helpless feeling, I caught myself and said, "Wait a second. Why am I not doing something about this?" My rationale for hesitating was to save money and because I felt guilty for not buying fuel that wouldn't freeze. Those were lousy reasons considering temperature. I called furnace people and we were warm again within two hours. As soon as I hung up phone I felt gleeful.