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I Want You, My Friend, To Live the Most Extraordinary Life.

I want you to have the cars I won't let myself buy. I want to hear about your vacations to the South of France, about your honeymoon to a secluded resort in a rainforest on the coast of Costa Rica.

I want you to tell me about the orphans you've rescued. I want you to send me photos of the children you've adopted from near and far away lands, who will have a better opportunity in your home and care.

I want to hear about the foster families you sponsor. The Kiva loans you make. The rescue donations you make when a natural disaster strikes. The houses you've built for humanity. The mission trips you go on. The wounded warriors you support.

I want to know about your children graduating from the finest private schools, attending the best colleges they worked so hard to attend.

I want to hear about the pony you bought your daughter, the riding lessons she takes every day, the horse she showed at the recent equestrian event.

I want to hear about the wealth you've created. I want to hear about the world-changing team you have built. I want to see pictures of the people you employ, of the men and women who are able to send their children to college and off to a better life because YOU first provided for them.

I want to see the pictures where people shed tears of joy for the success you have brought them. I want to read the articles in the newspapers and magazines about the legacy you have created and will leave for others to build upon.

Send me your triumphs. I'm greedy for it and my appetite for your success knows no bounds. I cannot get enough. Selfish, I am, to hear about the achievement of your Dream. To know about how proud your parents are of you. To be told of the admiration you've earned from your partner, your children, your siblings, and your community.

Tell me, tell me, tell me. It fills my heart with joy. I shout "Yes!" when I see the money you've made when I hear your name mentioned in business circles when I see you speak at seminars where I'm just an attendee.

Invite me to your lake house, regale me with stories of your business growth, take me for a ride in your fancy car, let me in on your success stories that aren't acceptable to be told anywhere else. Do not hesitate to show me your bank account and raise a toast with expensive champagne to what you have accomplished in so little time.

Show me your watch collection. Tell me about the small fortune that each one of them cost. Give me every little detail about every pair of expensive shoes in your closet. Take me to a mall and let me watch as you buy whatever you want for your family, your friends, and yourself.

Drive me to the church you support. Let us see what your donations have helped build and grow in your community. Take me to the homes of the families whose lives have changed for the better because of the money you make. Show me what your business has built in all areas of life.

Take me to the missions in the run-down streets in the often forgotten parts of town that now have clean beds; thanks to your generosity. Let me stand in the soup kitchen with you where you volunteer to feed the hungry each week.

Take me to the house you bought for your parents that is paid for in full. Let me experience firsthand the pride they have in you, their child, this incredible success story they raised from helpless babe in swaddling clothes to this powerful and influential role model of today.

Allow me watch them show you off to their friends and families, perhaps explaining in broken English, in rapid speech, to everyone present that it was you, YOU!, who paid for this house, who paid for the food and drink that everyone is there to enjoy and that it was YOU who did this all by first creating wealth and value for thousands of others. mother of the groom or bride wears in vintage style

Let me experience their struggle to explain your family's new-found good fortune after years of struggle. Let me stand there and cherish the moment as they give up and stop mid-sentence, turn with tears in their eyes, and embrace you when words fail them.

Bring me your triumphs and all of your treasures. Let me bask in the glow of your success. Let me see how you have changed the world and made it a better place by first ADDING value to others. By solving the problems of people.

By Craig Ballantyne
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