I'm
Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams.
I am. I am. I am.
This
is a remarkably short book considering the gift it holds. Yes, I
will tell you the secret. You will have the opportunity to be Rich
Beyond Your Wildest Dreams. But first I must set the scene. To do
less would be like you giving your lover a precious stone without
the setting. A loose diamond is a valuable investment, but a diamond
ring is a gift you'll cherish for life.
Come
with me, then, to one of Southern California's least known and most
intimate beaches. It is a good walk from the car down the path cut
deep into the steep cliffs that protect the narrow stretch of sand
and tide pools.
It
was here, only a mile from Seal Island, that my story begins. Or,
at least, so I originally thought. My wife, fifteen-year-old daughter
and I were spending the day with my daughter's best friend and her
parents. We'd known each other for a few years, but this was kind
of a first date. You know, hang at the beach, enjoy the day and
find out what we have in common.
Shortly
after spreading our blankets and pouring on the sunscreen, I got
into a conversation with Lisa, the best friend's stepmother. Lisa
was into alternative thinking, most of which seemed a little far
out to me, but then she said, "Did you know that the Indians
in this area believed that hawks were messengers of the Great Spirit
and that if a hawk landed near you it meant that God had a message
for you?"
I
had just finished writing a video script for Shell Oil's Annual
Dealer Meeting that used that very concept as a central theme. I
was ready to expound on my own knowledge of Native American lore
when something happened that silenced us all.
(Continued)
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