Olav Aaserud – Det finns inget ”bästa” MLM företag där ute

För att slå det fast med en gång: Det finns inget ”bästa” MLM företag där ute – det finns väldigt många bra och några få mindre bra. Det viktigaste är att hitta ett som DU harmonerar med. Ett där du känner dig hemma, och kan se dig själv investera 5-10-15 års hårdt arbete i. Du behöver bestämma dig för villken typ av verksamhet du vill ha;

via  Olav Aaserud – MLM & Personlig Utveckling.

The Cab Ride

I got this story by mail this morning written by a cab driver:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutesI walked to the door and knocked.. ’Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

’Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ’It’s nothing’, I told her. ’I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother treated’.

’Oh, you’re such a good boy’, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address
and then asked, ’Could you drive through downtown?’

’It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

’Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ’I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice’.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ’I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. ’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

’What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where
she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would
sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ’I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent
home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent,
watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

’How much do I owe you?’ she asked, reaching into her purse.

’Nothing,’ I said

’You have to make a living,’ she answered.

’There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

’You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said.
’Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.
It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.


You won’t get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people.

But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by
sendingit on and reminding us that often it is the random acts of kindness that most benefit all of us.

Thank you, my friend…

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. It is up to us if our life is the dance or not…

Klas Elo…
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Julefrid .. Vad är det?

Hej alla som läser min blogg..
Vad är Julefrid? Den frågan ställer jag mig efter att i 30 år haft en stressad julsituation där jag försökt hålla tillbaka genom att inte köpa så mycket julklappar. Mitt X köpte så det räckte och i god tid dessutom. På julafton tog det 4 timmat att öppna alla paket och läsa alla rim och tacka varandra för presenter och kramas o kramas. Dessförrinnan skulle man hinna se Kalle Anka med glögg och efteråt om man överlevde utdelningen så åt man lite god mat framåt småtimmarna. Vi hann aldrig förrän rätt sent.
Var det Julefrid?
Mina föräldrar hade ett helt annat koncept när jag var barn. Ja .. vi hade också julklappar men bara ett par stycken per man inte ett bord fullt till var och en.
Var det Julefrid?
I år våndas jag för att det känns ensamt att bo själv .. Julafton firar jag i år också med barnen och X för att bryta traditionen långsamt eller …? Har fått många julkort där de säger att de tänker på mig i min nya situation …. Är det bra? Har jag det egentligen inte mycket bättre idag? Jag tycker det men ensamheten smyger sig på ibland.
Min bästa julklap skulle kunna va ett förhållande där vi båda drar åt samma håll och trivs tillsammans. Där vi gör ungefär samma prioriteringar vad gäller livet. Ett förhållande där vi båda vet vad som är viktigt. Att vi skämmer bort varandra .. är rädda om varandra .. att vi älskar varandra och har full tillit och tilltro för varandra .. där vi tror helt och fullt på varandra. Där vi vet att kärleken är något vi måste vårda medan den finns. Allting förändras ju och har ett slut. Kärleken tar inte slut .. Den bara ändras och man måste alltid vara beredd på att den inte besvaras. Man måste tillåta sig älska trots detta.
Allt detta och jul tillsammans .. Är det Julefrid?
God Jul på er alla!!!