How being homeless prepared me to mentor others to succeed in life
Two months before I graduated, I was homeless, and stayed that way for six months. This wasn’t the fault of anyone other than myself, as I was merely an 18-year old, naive young man struggling to find my place in the world.
My biological parents had divorced when I was three years old, and my father remarried once and my mother twice. With all of these abrupt changes, it is hardly surprising that my relationship with my stepparents was fractured at best, with rampant and sustained verbal and physical abuse.
Have you ever had one of those “that was meant for me” moments?
You have probably lost count of the number of times you have heard people say, “where there is a will, there is a way”. Though cliched, this statement holds the truth behind any commendable feat or accomplishment in a person’s life.
What makes someone get back in the game after they’ve been knocked off out their horse? And might I add, for the ka-zillionth time?
For several decades, through these weekly columns that appear in newspapers, magazines, and online publications around the world as well as my books, movies, and speeches, I have endeavored to convince people that having a 
Anxieties come in all forms. I hate to fly. I refused to fly any more. I’m uncomfortable in large group settings and hate frivolous small talk, so I avoided both scenarios. When my black lab, my constant companion, passed away, I swore I’d never have another dog to save myself from the pain.
Have you ever heard the adage, “just throw a million ideas on the wall and see what sticks”?
For many people, the idea of failure is simply not on their agenda. Not doing something the right way, or failing to get something right. It’s not something they can even comprehend. It’s the worst thing in the world to fail for some people.
We almost all procrastinate — let’s just get that out in the open. And it’s OK. There’s nothing wrong with that. Our brains need to rest. They simply need balance. The problem occurs when it looks like the procrastination will never end and we never achieve our important, but complex challenges. 
Do you ever feel stuck? Do you ever feel that you are a slave to your work, yet your work doesn’t fulfill you and it leaves you feeling empty and unaccomplished? Have you ever felt that what you are doing is meaningless, or that despite your success you feel you aren’t on the right path in life?