Move On !

Written by A.Z. Alfred

woke up one morning with a sharp pain in my ear. The last time I had an earache was some eighteen years ago. Then it was my motherís lot to worry about it. But this morning, I am to worry because Iím grown and hardly could hear withrepparttar left ears. I felt as if some insects crept intorepparttar 136132 ear while I slept. A friend once told me roaches and spiders could be that crazy. Whatever causedrepparttar 136133 pain all I wanted to do was see a doctor. I learnt that Ear specialists are atrepparttar 136134 General Hospitals, so I decided to visitrepparttar 136135 General Hospital on Broad Street.

I arrived early at this hospital but couldnít see a doctor until after four hours of going through some tiresome routine. Finally, I got an appointment with a specialist and left.

Back on Broad Street, sea fresh air embraced me, washing awayrepparttar 136136 foul smell ofrepparttar 136137 hospital from around me. The breeze was so welcoming that I decided to take a short walk downrepparttar 136138 street.

Itís been almost a decade I last stepped foot on Broad Street. The last time was my graduation from high school. My absence from here was not because my experiences in high school were some kind of bored moments. No, I hadrepparttar 136139 best days of my present life in my high school.

I attended Methodist Boysí High School popularly known asrepparttar 136140 gentlemen of Broad Street. They callrepparttar 136141 boys gentlemen becauserepparttar 136142 school was situated on that street that is not too different from Wall Street, a business district. I had wonderful moments, which some people will hesitate to throw into a waste Bin. I threw it away anyway.

But this morning, out there on that same street that I walked for six years, I revisited my past. I floated onrepparttar 136143 street like Iím dressed in white shirt, white jacket,repparttar 136144 school multi colored tie and a pair well pressed trousers sitting on brown shoes. I chose to wear my uniform that makes me one ofrepparttar 136145 gentlemen of Broad Street again.

Though I knewrepparttar 136146 school had moved to Victoria Island (another part ofrepparttar 136147 city) butrepparttar 136148 old fence and gate remain onrepparttar 136149 former site. I walked torepparttar 136150 gate, greetedrepparttar 136151 security men and asked if I can take a look in. They did let me.

I passed throughrepparttar 136152 gate and all that faced me was dilapidation. Stones covered with giant grasses and shrubs, which painted a picture of a wasteland. I could not make out where my favorite classroom used to be orrepparttar 136153 chemistry laboratory where I do choose to read instead ofrepparttar 136154 library. I could not make out a thing that could link me withrepparttar 136155 past years spent. I shook my head pitying this desolation that once gave me my wonder years.

But afar off, I saw something that sparked up hope in me. It wasrepparttar 136156 school hall. It did surviverepparttar 136157 massive destruction caused by some petroleum company who bought this estate. I stared at it for a long time thinking it a mirage. No, it was not. It was there still standing. Standing tall.

The Benefits of Coaching

Written by Peggy Porter

Copyright 2005 Peggy Porter

When I was first introduced torepparttar profession of personal coaching, my first initial thought was that it sounded exactly like something I would love to pursue. I did further investigation intorepparttar 136009 profession and before I knew it I was happily enrolled inrepparttar 136010 Coach Training Program offered through Coach U University in Colorado, USA. The more coaches I met through this program andrepparttar 136011 more individuals I personally coached,repparttar 136012 more benefits I saw from having a coach. Until recently however, I was not fully aware ofrepparttar 136013 impact that having a personal coach can have in your life. When I hired my own coach, only then did I realize how quickly an individual can move forward towards their life goals. When I hired my coach back in July, writing a self help book for Moms was only a dream. Withrepparttar 136014 support, motivation, knowledge and accountability that my coach provided, I was able to write, self publish and begin to market my book, all within a five month period.

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