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the millionaire mind book ? How i get the millionaire mind book Please

about the book "Secrets of the millionaire mind"? This book helped me a lot. I want to recommend to my friend. the book name is Secrets of the millionaire mind and the author is T. Harv Eker. I want to find it in French language.

In the book "The Millionaire Mind by Thomas J. Stanley, Ph.D." I need help on chapter 1? I have read the chapter 5 times now and i still can't summarize it.

Harv Elkers Millionaire Mind seminars and book – has? anyone been to one them, read about them or read the book? Opinions, please?

In the book "The Millionaire Mind by Thomas J. Stanley, Ph.D." I need help on one of the chapters.? Could someone thoroughly explain to me what chapter three is saying. I have read this chapter more than two times. (chapter three is called "School Days") I would really appreciate the help.

is there a french version of the book "secrets of the millionaire mind"? this book is from T. Harv Eker

The chinese version of Secrets of the Millionaire Mind ? Who can tell me the chinese version of this book " Secrets of the Millionaire Mind" and where can buy in malaysia, Johor?

What are your best business book reads? Which business books have helped you the most and how? I know some common books in business are Rich Dad Poor Dad Think and Grow Rich and Secrets of the Millionaire Mind If these are some helpful books, feel free to mention them again and state how they've helped you. Otherwise I'm open to hearing other suggestions on good business books you've read!

Is there any good place where I can learn about Thomas J Stanley? I am doing a report on him and I need to find someplace that says when he was born, where he went to college, etc. All I can find is this one paragraph on several websites that is copied from the back of The Millionaire Mind book word-for-word. The link to that paragraph is: http://www.bookbrowse.com/biographies/index.cfm?author_number=166 Thanks

Which came first: The Millionaires Mind or The Millionaire Next Door? Are these books worth reading?

How does one get employed at a fortune 100 company/top investment firm like Goldman Sachs for example? Goldman Sachs seemed to come up a lot during researching this stuff. (I'm 17 in NYC and looking into career paths.) As far as I can tell, get an MBA...and get recruited, but that is probably naive. Any answers are much appreciated. I would say I've got a "millionaire mind" FWIW from reading the book and whatnot.

Plan to invest in stocks/mutual funds in ~ 1 year. Suggestions of good books for starting out/research/study? I've read, reading or plan to read the following materials: 1. Investopedia.com material: a bit sparse, not too detailed and informative 2. Jim Cramer's Mad Money: Seems like he's a fad and investing style is more short-term (1-24 months) and not longterm. 3. Lynch's One up on Wall Street: haven't finished but seems pretty outdated. Gives a lot of examples which can lead to tedium. 4. Graham's Intelligent Investor: GAH! It's huge...haven't started 5. Stanley's The Millionaire Next Door: more of a self-help finance book but seemingly very good insight into self-made millionaires. 6. Stanley's The Millionaire Mind: more or less the same as above.

Can anyone recommend books and authors about the minds,lifestyle,and goals of a millionaire?

What time do these quiz shows start? Can someone tell me what time these quiz shows start to run and what days they are shown on please? Who wants to be a millionaire? Golden Balls. The Book Quiz. QI. Battle of the Brains. Bullseye. Never Mind the Buzzcocks. The Great Pretender. Thanks.

Know of any other good books? Lately I have been randomly receiving books, movies and CD's that have been very enlightening. It started about 6 months ago, my friend came across a copy of "The Secret", which is now publicly known due to Oprah - which is wonderful. But since then I have been given a copy of The Celestine Prophecy, The Millionaire Mind and a set of Tony Robbins CDs. I guess I'm at a cross roads because I haven't stumbled upon whats next. So I'm asking you...What do you reccommend?

are there any books on dealing with financial success AFTER its been achieved? What I mean is, I am looking for a book that will explain to you all the things that will slowly start happening once you become financially successful (multi millionaire). Obviously friends and cousins you never knew will be popping out of nowhere, but I need a book that will give more details and juices. Please post if anything comes to mind. thanks.

Do you think that your whole quality of life depends on your mindset? I'm reading this book called Secrets of the Millionaire Mind. In it it talks about the psychology behind making money, and why some people are rich and why some people are just destined to be poor. It refers to something called your "money blueprint" which is basically everything you taught about making from people who influenced you in your childhood. For example if your parents were poor and talked negatively about rich people and fought about money, as an adult you would subconsciously get rid of all of your money to fit your financial blueprint. T. Harv Eker also explains that's why lottery winners almost always end up back where they were originally financially. Because their financial blueprints were set for what they were comfortable handling. Now can you not take this principle and apply it to every day life. Such as school for example? If you go into a test with the mindset that you will fail, you most likely will. No? If you go into a test with an attitude that you will get 100%, you most likely will do very well. It's one of the best books I've ever read. He also says that why people like Donald Trump can lose everything they have and they can get back to billions right away. Obviously there are other factors then JUST your mindset, but from reading this I think it's the main overriding factor. Whisper: That's funny that you mention that. He talks about "Luck" and I can't really remember what he said now but he said that it all had to do with your financial blueprint Lou: He said that "You need money to make money" is total crap. How many immigrants have come to North America with $20.00 in their pocket and made millions? He said that that's a trait of people with their financial blueprints set to low.

the title or author of a book!!! Please please please help!? a light romance book, where the main character, i think called molly, is a history uni professor who writes romance novels secretly. Her male friend ask her if she will help him get an interview with an elusive bachelor/playboy millionaire. She agrees. But for the plan to work she has to dress up as a hot blond as this is apparently the type of women he goes for. She stays in a cottage on his resort (he got rich from opening 5 star hotel resorts) under her romantic fiction name, Sandra something. He also sees her around the resort as herslef, not as the blonde babe and he hates her but kinda likes her, u knoe how it is! He doesn't know she is both ppl. He needs to change his image to keep his hotel bussiness going. His people sugest he goes for the 'family man' look rather than the playboy image. He needs to fake a mariage for the press. He asks her as he knows she hates him so she won't mind it being a fake. (Most women want to marry him, she doesn't) He realises he does love her etc!

What is this book called/ who is it by?? a light romance book, where the main character, i think called molly, is a history uni professor who writes romance novels secretly. Her male friend ask her if she will help him get an interview with an elusive bachelor/playboy millionaire. She agrees. But for the plan to work she has to dress up as a hot blond as this is apparently the type of women he goes for. She stays in a cottage on his resort (he got rich from opening 5 star hotel resorts) under her romantic fiction name, Sandra something. He also sees her around the resort as herslef, not as the blonde babe and he hates her but kinda likes her, u knoe how it is! He doesn't know she is both ppl. He needs to change his image to keep his hotel bussiness going. His people sugest he goes for the 'family man' look rather than the playboy image. He needs to fake a mariage for the press. He asks her as he knows she hates him so she won't mind it being a fake. (Most women want to marry him, she doesn't) He realises he does love her etc! its not mills and boon.

Do you think anybody would be interested in this book? I want to write a book about a mentally disabled woman who commits a series of "ethical crimes" to finance a lavish lifestyle that she uses to rub shoulders with societies elite in the hopes of winning the affections of a young unmarried millionaire since she is unable to work. The story revolves around the suspicions of the authorities, the threats to her safety, the stress of leading a double life and her fear of getting caught... She eventually confesses to her crime, 15 years after the committing to her husband and he plans on divorcing her. Before their divorce is finalized, he gets cancer, and she spends 3 years nursing him back to health, sitting by his bed side for 14 hours a day... he falls in love with his wife during this time and changes his mind about the divorce. They are sued by law enforcement but he buys her way out of jail with the use of powerful attorneys and and the two of them live happily ever after. She, at the age of 42, He at the age of 43. The problem is, I don't know if anybody will side with the protagonist in this story who is actually a criminal committing illegal activity... Because if nobody likes the main character of the story, then what's the point of the book?

Why is it that i cant stick with something i want to do in life? I want to be a millionaire by the age of 26!? I am a random person. I want to be a millionaire by the age of 26 and at the moment i am 22 years of age. I have always had this goal. Throughout my life i have decided upon over 30 ventures or things that i wanted to do and have yet to STICK with one. I have wanted to be a sports agent, a lawyer, Human Resource Manager, Online Affiliate Marketer, Own my own business, Learn how to cook, paint and remodel houses, Real Estate Agent, StockBroker, Write a book, make a movie, do a tv show, play an instrument, be a producer, write songs, customize cars, own my own business, and the list of extremes go on....I have an IQ of 137 but cant seem to make up my mind or find something that keeps me interested for over a month. I have talent in all the fields but not enough passion or love to do ANYTHING..the only thing that i think im passionate about is WOMAN..lol. Sorry this is so long but im bout to graduate college in less than one year, I GOT TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE!!! Please leave your comments and be blunt!!

What are some good business books that you recommend? I'm 16 and I'm already going to start saving and I will be investing in the stock market again with my grandpa shortly. I work at a law firm helping my grandpa who is a lawyer, and I want to start saving and investing my money to increase my "net worth". I've read Secrets of the Millionaire Mind by T. Harv Eker and I really enjoyed it. It made a lot of sense to me, I really recommend that you read it, but anyways do any of you know of any great business books you recommend? I already found one book called Think and Grow Rich - Napolean Hill that I might buy.

Do you think that this seems fishy? I really want to go to T. Harv Eker's Millionaire Mind Intensive Seminar, which is in my city in less than a month. Supposedly the cost is $795.00, but due to a special offer because I bought the book, it's "free" and they want my credit card number because if I do not show up they will charge the original cost. http://www.seminarinsiders.com/millionaire_mind_intensive_edmonton_seminar https://mmi.infusionsoft.com/cart/oneStepCheckout.jsp?

Why is it that most millionaires drop out of college or dont have hight school certificates? I read the book milloniare minds and what i noticed from reading and from witnessing self made millonaires, most of them put off their education and pursued their dreams. Considering this, why do we have an educational systems that states that u have to go to college to increase your changes of making good money. Is are government brain washing us to be career specifie, which in return does not allow a person to think outside the box and truly find what their passions are all about.

Chase Checking Monthly charge? I have a question. I wanted to create a few checking accounts for my bank(CHASE). I'm reading Millionaire Mind, so it talks about created multiple accounts for savings/etc. My question is, if I create multiple checking accounts, they charge $6 a month if I don't have direct deposite OR make 5 debit card transaction that month. If I have more then one checking, will I have to do 5 per checking? Or if I have direct deposit, will it eliminate all the fees? AND if you've read the book, should I be creating multiple checking accounts? Thanks

If I wrote a book about personal drug/ alcohol addiction, would you read it? The grammar and spelling may be terrible (i apologize). I have been thinking about this for some time now. I am now 27 and over the last 7 years have experienced way too much drug and alcohol incidents. I'm trying real hard to hit the key points of why I think the last 7 years of my life would interest anyone enough to read. From grade school until I graduated high school, I remained the most straight edge kid you ever met. I Even graduated high school being on National Honor's society and was near the top of the class. I was an athlete and came from a middle class family, but the whole time I was dealing with an alcoholic father on the weekends. He was a good father most of the time, but did not handle drinking so well. For that reason, I did not have a drink until I was almost 21, but did start doing drugs at age 20. I have been arrested 7 times for alcohol related incidents and yet I have held down a very respected professional job for three years now after graduating college with a 3.2. I have friends that are millionaires and friends that have literally lived on the street. I have a daughter that was born when I was 25. I have dwelt with addiction problems since I can remember. Starting early with being addicted to being perfect in everything I did, which then turned into playing basketball, and then right before drugs, I was addicted to sex. To try and quit one addiction I just start doing another more often. Every time I quit doing drugs, I start drinking more or becoming addicted to sex again. I discovered online poker which became my worst addiction of all. To this day I am paying back over 6000 in credit cards used to play online poker during college. I am in the process of going through my 2nd DUI which may result in the losing of my job. I have dwelt with being put in a psych ward twice and have been given the diagnosis of Manic Depressant (Bi Polar) and having generalized anxiety since I was 18. I fight off abusing drugs for months at a time only to end up going back or becoming a worst alcoholic again. I am looking for a way to make everything bad and dumb I have done be helpful and meaningful some way.I think that maybe If I wrote a book telling my life story so far, that it might be able to help some people. I have experienced a lot of life in a few short years that people who are lucky only have to watch in movies. Also, because of my profession, it is ridiculous that I am the person that I am. I know its wrong and I feel bad, yet I still do dumb things. I was the youngest person to ever be voted "employee of the month " at my job. Yet, I've had to deal with all the guilt of the bad things I keep doing. My book would focus on having three goals: to entertain, to educate,and to help: either those people about the make the same mistakes I did, or to help their families to understand the mind set of someone with an addictive personality. The book would include sex, drugs, over coming them, and how to deal with them, . I am not sure if there are many books out there like this. I know a lot of people have lived WAY worst lives, but most of the ones that I know, never finished college, are behind bars, are have passed away. I have managed to get a good job, do it well, yet I still deal with the addiction issues and am still figuring out how to stop. Thanks for your time and I am fine with criticisms, but the real question I am asking is if you think this is a book worth writing to be read. I am also going to be pursuing a career as a speaker to younger children and teens about my life and ideas to stay clean.

controversial opinions on wealth? OK, we all have at some point in our life fallen for or givin into a get rich quick theme. I have read so many books that tell me secrets of how the millionaire mind works. I have spent thousands of dollars in trying to make money and find that key ingredient. Has it worked, well no, have I given up, well... no. Should I give up...not sure. I have so many inventions, ideas, and intellectual property running around in my head. All I do is write them down. I talk to people about it, I don't tell all the details. I look for a glimmer in someone else's eyes. What has all this taught me? That without my dreams and hopes, I have nothing. You might think that the money is what is missing, but I know it's only a matter of time before it comes my way. Now here is what I want to know. In your opinion, should I continue on my path, or hang it up and get a 9 to 5 job? For those who tell me to hang on, have you been able to accumulate wealth. NO MLM pitches please.

Excerpt; Would you read this book? I stared at my father's casket mournfully, looking around I saw all of the pathetic faces around me. Each and every person was sobbing like he meant something to them. All they wanted was to find out if they got a share in the will. My father, Derek Blake, was a millionaire due to his compulsive gambling obsession. Yeah, not the best way to get money, but my father was a pro. My eyes scanned across his open casket, eyeing his custom-made Louis Vuitton suit matching his lucky poker glove. Hearing the ending bells, I got up smoothing down my new Dolce and Gabana cocktail dress. I heard footsteps coming toward me, as my eyes rose to meet Aubrey's jade green eyes. "Hey, how're you doing?" Aubrey asked sympathetically. "I'm okay." I answered, weakly smiling. Here's the thing about Aubrey. I wouldn't talk to her even if she was the last person in the world. Her clothes were obviously bought from some discount rack at some cheap non - name brand store. She wore makeup that looked like it was from the 99 cents store. She smiled with her crooked teeth. I scanned her dress and my eyes stopped at the price tag on the side. As usual she would return it after she used it. Aubrey comes from a less fortunate family and her dad gambles off all the money her parents earn. This is how she knows my dad. I can't understand why my father would become friends with someone so below us. My dad always taught me to lead a good lifestyle, so I don't know why he wouldn't do that too. "That's good to hear, I'm really sorry about your loss," she looked at me sweetly. "...So, did you get a chance to check over your dad's will yet?" she asked eagerly. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Nope, listen. I'm sure my dad didn't leave you anything, so don't get so excited." She walked away, angrily, standing at her father's side. I turned around, my stilettos crunching against the pavement. My chauffeur opened the limo door. I slipped inside the car, shivering. Goosebumps spread across my arms as I turned on the heater. "Straight home," I said to Jack, my chauffer. He nodded at my request and I leaned back, taking a sip of my cocktail. I flipped through the channels on the TV, finally deciding on Gossip Girl. ________________________________________­______ I slipped out of the shower and put my hair in a ponytail. I was about to open up my MacBook, when I heard my BlackBerry ringing in my bag. I pulled my bag onto my desk, rummaging through the makeup and accessories cluttering my purse. "Hello Joshua," I said breathless, picking up on the last ring. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find my phone!" "No problem, Alice. But, we have a new patient for you. Of course, if you don't mind, can you come?" "Sure, no problem. I'll be there soon. Can I have the address?" I asked, rushing to get a piece of paper and a pen. I held my BlackBerry between my ear and shoulder and wrote down as he spoke. "His name is Elliot Scott; he lives at 23-10 Libel Avenue. And thank you Ms. Blake." "No problem. Bye." I didn't really need the job as a night nurse considering my father was probably leaving me a lot of money. Either way, I liked helping my status in the public. My mother was a registered nurse before she passed away due to cancer when I was 10. My mother was a sweet and dedicated lady which inspired me greatly. I've always had great respect for her talent and ability to help people in their time of need. This is why around the time I graduated high school, I decided to take on a job for nursing and attend NYU. I recently graduated and have become a night nurse in my spare time for people who need supervision at their house. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, brushing through my hair. My black, silky hair fell gently against my shoulders. I gave a slight smile as I put on my moisturizer. I slipped on a shirt I had just recently bought at a Gucci store in the city. I spritzed on my Guerlain perfume, remembering when my dad bought it for me. Guerlain let me make my own scent and my dad had paid $35,000. Shivers ran down my spine, thinking of how quickly everything happened. I pulled on my jeans and UGGs, rushing outside. I quickly scanned the address, backing out in my new Lexus. The guard let me through my gates and I was on the road. What would you change?

im a writer and am writing a new book, tell me what you think of this text from 1 chapter no punctuation init By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the gorilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can fight either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped shit and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress. While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Husky got out of his Brown leather chair and looked outside the window and developed a tormenting smile. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello, it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his bad side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.

tell me what you think of my new book. its only part of chapter 1 would you like to read more? By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the gorilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can fight either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped shit and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress. While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Husky got out of his Brown leather chair and looked outside the window and developed a tormenting smile. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello, it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his bad side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.

Which story do you think is more interesting? a) The emperor luciando is sick and unable to progress in live and he summons 3 magicians to change his fate. The first magician uses technology to change his life but nothing happens. The second magician uses psychological transfiguration and hypnotisim to change them but nothing happens. The third magician uses religious mysticism to change his circumstance but nothing happens... And this is because the man has tried change his circumstnace through his mind, his emotions, and his convictions but he has failed to use the 4th magician luwaldo which siginfies physical action... 2. A christian schizophrenic pursue a religious guy from church and convinces him to date her, but after they become boyfriend and girlfriend she discovers that the religious guy from church is actually a satanist poising as a Christian. He uses and wields demonics and has convinced the government that she is mentally ill and mentally retarded so that he can have full control over her life and she can not do anything for herself... She eventually escapes by writing a book that sells millions of copies. After her book is published, she purchases 5 restaurant chains... and lives off the proceeds of her businesses... She is now a millionaire and purchases hospitals in 3rd war countries...

Why do people think that the poor are stuck being poor? I dont understand this mentality. America is the land of opportunity and regardless of where you grow up if you set your mind to it anyone is capable of achieving success and wealth. If you set up a good budget and you live within your means it is simple to be successful. If you read the book millionaire next door or even any books that discuss wealth and how to acquire wealth etc. they have 20 year studies on the millionaires of America and how they became millionaires. Just about all millionaires are self made, and on top of that you probably can't even distinguish a millionaire from a normal person, because they are average joe's who just dont waste their money on the little things that seem to grab the rest of us by our throats. These millionaires often don't even make above 6 figures, they just learned the value of saving money! Only about 1% of rich people acquire their money through inheritance proven fact. Often the only difference between someone who became rich from nothing and someone who is making sub-average income is how determined the person was in their younger years. I'm just sick of people unwilling to take responsibility for their broken lives and people who were taught to have the mentality that "I'm a victim, the world owes me something" Life is 10% what happens and 90% how you take it. If you choose to feel bad for yourself and say things are going wrong for you because someone/something effed them over then your never going to succeed. I am not rich I'm 19 years old working at a restaurant as a cook right now... I'm not eligible for financial aid and I pay for my school myself and all my bills myself (already 1 year of college) but im confident I will succeed. My savings count is always on the rise because I have lived by a budget for the last two years. The people with the most money are the ones generating the jobs and stimulating the economy and if you overtax them they will say why bother? The top 5% of wage earners in california pay 60% of the taxes... you can't ask for more then that. I only paid 1200 in fed tax last year when i made 19000. plus i got 300 bucks in stimulus this year and last year. Seems a little unfair...

where can i get find and good price for second books in singapore? eg.Master Your Mind, Design Your Destiny,Secrets of self-made millionaires.by adam khoo aware there is somethings like ebay or amazon but i have no credit card or very little knowledge in internet buying.

first page of my book, what do you think? The wind was blowing in my face as Mother drove across the busy highway, taking me to school. It was a hot mid-summer morning, and sweat was starting to emerge from my skin. Evidently, it was over 40 degrees in temperature today, although it was only spring here in Sydney. I lifted myself slightly off my seat as I tried to stick my head out the window, to take more advantage of this breeze. “Madelyn, wind up that window, will you?” Mother murmured, shaking her head. “Im enjoying the breeze, its hot.” I replied. “im sure you are, but its making a mess of your long hair.” I did as she asked, knowing that if I tried to argue back that I would lose anyway. I didn’t really understand why it would matter if my hair got messed up or not, after all, I was just going to school. Even though I winded up my window and resisted the urge to argue, she continued complaining. “Do you realize you attend one of the top schools in this country? I don’t pay twenty thousand dollars a year for nothing Madelyn. Your appearance must meet the schools standards.” “Why not just send me to another school then? Maybe even a public one, I wouldn’t mind you know.” As I said this, I turned my head to look at her, hope filling my eyes. For as long as I can remember, I had been nagging her about changing me to a new school, rather than be educated at my private school filled with snobby students who only befriended you if your family was rich. Don’t get me wrong, every single person at my school would be considered rich from an average persons eyes, but then there are the few even richer ones. Richer than millionaires. The ones like me. Before I could continue getting lost in my thoughts, mother interrupted me. “Madelyn dear, sometimes I feel like you don’t appreciate your life. Its like you want what you don’t have all the time. You live in the most expensive house, attend the most expensive school, and you are the richest girl in town. And yet you whinge about going to a public school with dirty students. Absolutely pathetic you are.” 'Money can’t buy happiness mother.' I wanted to say, but instead, I simply nodded in agreement. i know you dont get much of the story, but what do you think of the way i write and stuff? would you keep reading?

Do conservatives support this move by UBS revealing US tax cheats? I mean these people have probably cost a lot more than the welfare bill is by avoiding these taxes. Do you agree they should have the book thrown at them for stealing from the US? Or do you not mind millionaires screwing the system? http://news.brisbanetimes.com.au/breaking-news-world/ubs-to-name-4450-us-clients-in-taxevasion-probe-20090820-erd9.html Probably be about 50-50 id say. The liberals and conservatives love to screw the working class

I will lose my job if I can't find these links to baggage limits? I work for a monster and he wants just links to the airlines listed below regarding baggage limits. He doesn't want me to call the airlines, he wants just the links. Can you all please help me ASAP? The airlines are : Easyjet.co.uk Flybmi.com Flybe.com Mind you this man is in London and it would take him two seconds. Please send me links to this matter, my job is on the line here. Yes, he's a nutty, multi millionaire that wants to book everything now because prices are cheaper today. GRRRR!!

Am I autistic or do I have Asperger's or am I just different? I've been recently thinking and doing research about what autism and Asperger's are. Now that I know some information about them, I have the feeling that I may have Asperger's. Here is what I am like: ~I have 1 friend and I find him more normal then the other kids in my school ~I like to paint a picture in my mind when I read the book or kind of set a scene like in a movie ~I find lots of people in my school strange because of why they listen to rap, do jerking, use so much profanity, chew gum while having braces, joke around about liking someone, average grades, ~They for some reason find me weird ~I sort of like to brag ~I like to be organized in my typing, and I seem to catch most of my mistakes and tend to write more maturely and don't make too much mistakes. I see the design and I always have it really nice and organized. ~I am in Algebra 1 Honors ~I have had attraction to other girls before and I have asked them out ~I just really like to watch Disney shows like Wizards of Waverly Place, Suit Life, etc. ~I am really good when it comes to martial arts ~I am really good at acting ~I only relate to calm, quiet, mature, nice, caring, and easy going people ~I have a really big issue when my parents move furniture when I made it perfect, I once cleaned my room and did not sleep in it until the family member came to show her how well I kept it clean ~I have occasionally a phobia like if a house in my neighborhood burned down I would be scared of every crackling sound and would be relieved when someone was awake ~I don't like wild parties too much, I like to go to receptions or parties where adults are socializing, there is gourmet food, comedy show, etc. ~I kind of seem to brag a lot so that people don't think I am poor or anything ~I don't find Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or any other Disney Junior, Nick Jr., etc. show to be childish, and I don't mind watching it when I am sick or in bed or it's just on during break from school ~I also like to watch shows like Jersey Shore a little and some game shows like Deal or no Deal, Millionaire, Family Feud, etc. ~I find it weird for my classmates to always hang at the mall and do nothing else buy mall, sleepover, and wild stuff ~I am not the smartest, and I am not the dumbest and I am not average, I have good intelligence but I get distracted a lot. ~I am not really into body building, just I do Karate, bike, fishing, sometimes tennis, sometimes basketball, i'm not a couch potato but I don't build abs or stuff like that ~I like to read The Kingdom Keepers and imagine what it's all about ~I like to make up some weird names to call my brother ~I sometimes laugh weird and I can do a good impression of Goofy but I laugh normally when something is funny ~I am really good with the computer ~I type fast ~I like to think about stuff or how I can solve something if a situation continues ~I like to imagine and have my own little world which is just like the real world but with frogs who walk and talk but if I don't concentrate or I think about a detail like what the airline or whatever is called, my imagination characters become human ~I don't imagine too much anymore though, a little less now So am i just different or what??

Should I get rid of all of my books? I am starting to realize that books condition the mind to not think on it's own and come up with it's own ways of doing things. I tried something. I had a silver ring that was dirty and I thought, "what can I come up with without having to run to a book or the internet." I was standing over my sink and saw toothpaste and then I got an old toothbrush and cleaned the ring with toothpaste for a good while, and whaala, the ring looks like new. I figured this out on my own without having to be dependent on a book. I have a feeling that books are not what they seem to be. I feel that books are being used to condition the masses not to think on their own. Many successful millionaires made it with their own wits without having to consult books.

What to do with our 21yr old Son? What Do You Think? Here's the details of our (my step) 21 yr old son: while in college and working part-time in a pharmacy, he tried for a short time to work for cut-co. he sold knives to randoms that are close but then came to a realization that job wasn't going to make it. previous to this experience he had a growing vision that he wanted to become a millionaire, reading many books about it and decided he wanted to lead his own life and not have to ever work 'under anyone'. he quit college because he doesn't think an education is necessary to have in life (while in school maintained great grades), quit his part-time job in a pharmacy because he considered it to be a waste of time working 'under' someone. while parents are 100% supportive and father always provides opportunities for him to do many things. no expectations for him in the house and very limited rules on him because he was trusted. he got a job working with another one of the pyramid scheme investing businesses and said this would be the job he wants to focus on (while not being in school or working elsewhere for an income). after a year of this, and a couple months ago we asked him to start paying at least his cell phone bill to wake him up to the reality of this life that he should focus on more than just this job that isn't doing anything for him, now his phone was shut off because he couldn't even pay that. his mom thinks we should be entirely supportive of him because he is our son, which is ok of course. his father thinks his son should start taking some responsibilities as once he quit school he indirectly declared he wants to become a man. the problem is, he doesn't have interest or a mind to get a part time job to atleast buy his gas and his cell phone bill. this is the only thing he wants to focus on. give our (my stepson) son more time? thoughts, suggestions? are we wrong to expect for him to start paying for things? is the mother right to say just sit back and support him without trying to push him to become more responsible? he lives with her, and poor her struggles enough to keep up with the cost of living. she is paying his rent, food, everything, and he has no thought to even pay his own gas or cell phone bill. i hate he takes advantage of this...and she doesn't seem to mind. i just hate to wake up one day and he is 26 , still without at least an education or a real job. he just hopes to become a millionaire.....your thoughts and advice? since he is not 'my' son, directly i can't say it like it is. if he were my son, i'd be sure he pursues what he wants, but stays in school and also gets a part time job to pay his bills (all of them, not just a cell phone).

Find connections between the selection and the world outside. 10 points for the best answer!? "WE'RE going through!" The Commander's voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full-dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. "We can't make it, sir. It's spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me." "I'm not asking you, Lieutenant Berg," said the Commander. "Throw on the power lights! Rev her up to 8500! We're going through!" The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The Commander stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" he shouted. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" repeated Lieutenant Berg. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" shouted the Commander. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. "The Old Man'll get us through," they said to one another. "The Old Man ain't afraid of hell!" . . . "Not so fast! You're driving too fast!" said Mrs. Mitty. "What are you driving so fast for?" "Hmm?" said Walter Mitty. He looked at his wife, in the seat beside him, with shocked astonishment. She seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd. "You were up to fifty-five," she said. "You know I don't like to go more than forty. You were up to fifty-five." Walter Mitty drove on toward Waterbury in silence, the roaring of the SN202 through the worst storm in twenty years of Navy flying fading in the remote, intimate airways of his mind. "You're tensed up again," said Mrs. Mitty. "It's one of your days. I wish you'd let Dr. Renshaw look you over." Walter Mitty stopped the car in front of the building where his wife went to have her hair done. "Remember to get those overshoes while I'm having my hair done," she said. "I don't need overshoes," said Mitty. She put her mirror back into her bag. "We've been all through that," she said, getting out of the car. "You're not a young man any longer." He raced the engine a little. "Why don't you wear your gloves? Have you lost your gloves?" Walter Mitty reached in a pocket and brought out the gloves. He put them on, but after she had turned and gone into the building and he had driven on to a red light, he took them off again. "Pick it up, brother!" snapped a cop as the light changed, and Mitty hastily pulled on his gloves and lurched ahead. He drove around the streets aimlessly for a time, and then he drove past the hospital on his way to the parking lot. . . . "It's the millionaire banker, Wellington McMillan," said the pretty nurse. "Yes?" said Walter Mitty, removing his gloves slowly. "Who has the case?" "Dr. Renshaw and Dr. Benbow, but there are two specialists here, Dr. Remington from New York and Dr. Pritchard-Mitford from London. He flew over." A door opened down a long, cool corridor and Dr. Renshaw came out. He looked distraught and haggard. "Hello, Mitty," he said. `'We're having the devil's own time with McMillan, the millionaire banker and close personal friend of Roosevelt. Obstreosis of the ductal tract. Tertiary. Wish you'd take a look at him." "Glad to," said Mitty. In the operating room there were whispered introductions: "Dr. Remington, Dr. Mitty. Dr. Pritchard-Mitford, Dr. Mitty." "I've read your book on streptothricosis," said Pritchard-Mitford, shaking hands. "A brilliant performance, sir." "Thank you," said Walter Mitty. "Didn't know you were in the States, Mitty," grumbled Remington. "Coals to Newcastle, bringing Mitford and me up here for a tertiary." "You are very kind," said Mitty. A huge, complicated machine, connected to the operating table, with many tubes and wires, began at this moment to go pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. "The new anesthetizer is giving away!" shouted an intern. "There is no one in the East who knows how to fix it!" "Quiet, man!" said Mitty, in a low, cool voice. He sprang to the machine, which was now going pocketa-pocketa-queep-pocketa-queep . He began fingering delicately a row of glistening dials. "Give me a fountain pen!" he snapped. Someone handed him a fountain pen. He pulled a faulty piston out of the machine and inserted the pen in its place. "That will hold for ten minutes," he said. "Get on with the operation. A nurse hurried over and whispered to Renshaw, and Mitty saw the man turn pale. "Coreopsis has set in," said Renshaw nervously. "If you would take over, Mitty?" Mitty looked at him and at the craven figure of Benbow, who drank, and at the grave, uncertain faces of the two great specialists. "If you wish," he said. They slipped a white gown on him, he adjusted a mask and drew on thin gloves; nurses handed him shining . . . "Back it up, Mac!! Look out for that Buick!" Walter Mitty jammed on the brakes. "Wrong lane, Mac," said the parking-lot attendant, looking at Mitty closely. "Gee. Yeh," muttered Mitty. He began cautiously to back out of the lane marked "Exit Only." "Leave her sit there," said the attendant. "I'll put her away." Mitty got out of the car. "Hey, better leave the key." "Oh," said Mitty, handing the man the ignition key. The attendant vaulted into the car, backed it up with insolent skill, and put it where it belonged. They're so damn cocky, thought Walter Mitty, walking along Main Street; they think they know everything. Once he had tried to take his chains off, outside New Milford, and he had got them wound around the axles. A man had had to come out in a wrecking car and unwind them, a young, grinning garageman. Since then Mrs. Mitty always made him drive to a garage to have the chains taken off. The next time, he thought, I'll wear my right arm in a sling; they won't grin at me then. I'll have my right arm in a sling and they'll see I couldn't possibly take the chains off myself. He kicked at the slush on the sidewalk. "Overshoes," he said to himself, and he began looking for a shoe store. When he came out into the street again, with the overshoes in a box under his arm, Walter Mitty began to wonder what the other thing was his wife had told him to get. She had told him, twice before they set out from their house for Waterbury. In a way he hated these weekly trips to town--he was always getting something wrong. Kleenex, he thought, Squibb's, razor blades? No. Tooth paste, toothbrush, bicarbonate, Carborundum, initiative and referendum? He gave it up. But she would remember it. "Where's the what's-its- name?" she would ask. "Don't tell me you forgot the what's-its-name." A newsboy went by shouting something about the Waterbury trial. . . . "Perhaps this will refresh your memory." The District Attorney suddenly thrust a heavy automatic at the quiet figure on the witness stand. "Have you ever seen this before?'' Walter Mitty took the gun and examined it expertly. "This is my Webley-Vickers 50.80," ho said calmly. An excited buzz ran around the courtroom. The Judge rapped for order. "You are a crack shot with any sort of firearms, I believe?" said the District Attorney, insinuatingly. "Objection!" shouted Mitty's attorney. "We have shown that the defendant could not have fired the shot. We have shown that he wore his right arm in a sling on the night of the fourteenth of July." Walter Mitty raised his hand briefly and the bickering attorneys were stilled. "With any known make of gun," he said evenly, "I could have killed Gregory Fitzhurst at three hundred feet with my left hand." Pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom. A woman's scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty's arms. The District Attorney struck at her savagely. Without rising from his chair, Mitty let the man have it on the point of the chin. "You miserable cur!" . . . "Puppy biscuit," said Walter Mitty. He stopped walking and the buildings of Waterbury rose up out of the misty courtroom and surrounded him again. A woman who was passing laughed. "He said 'Puppy biscuit,'" she said to her companion. "That man said 'Puppy biscuit' to himself." Walter Mitty hurried on. He went into an A. & P., not the first one he came to but a smaller one farther up the street. "I want some biscuit for small, young dogs," he said to the clerk. "Any special brand, sir?" The greatest pistol shot in the world thought a moment. "It says 'Puppies Bark for It' on the box," said Walter Mitty. His wife would be through at the hairdresser's in fifteen minutes' Mitty saw in looking at his watch, unless they had trouble drying it; sometimes they had trouble drying it. She didn't like to get to the hotel first, she would want him to be there waiting for her as usual. He found a big leather chair in the lobby, facing a window, and he put the overshoes and the puppy biscuit on the floor beside it. He picked up an old copy of Liberty and sank down into the chair. "Can Germany Conquer the World Through the Air?" Walter Mitty looked at the pictures of bombing planes and of ruined streets. . . . "The cannonading has got the wind up in young Raleigh, sir," said the sergeant. Captain Mitty looked up at him through tousled hair. "Get him to bed," he said wearily, "with the others. I'll fly alone." "But you can't, sir," said the sergeant anxiously. "It takes two men to handle that bomber and the Archies are pounding hell out of the air. Von Richtman's circus is between here and Saulier." "Somebody's got to get that ammunition dump," said Mitty. "I'm going over. Spot of brandy?" He poured a drink for the sergeant and one for himself. War thundered and whined around the dugout and battered at the door. There was a rending of wood and splinters flew through the room. "A bit of a near thing," said Captain Mitty carelessly. 'The box barrage is closing in," said the sergeant. "We only live once, Sergeant," said Mitty, with his faint, fleeting smile. "Or do we?" He poured another brandy and tossed it off. "I never see a man could hold his brandy like you, sir," said the sergeant. "Begging your pardon, sir." Captain Mitty stood up and strapped on his huge Webley-Vickers automatic. "It's forty kilometers through hell, sir," said the sergeant. Mitty finished one last brandy. "After all," he said softly, "what isn't?" The pounding of the cannon increased; there was the rat-tat-tatting of machine guns, and from somewhere came the menacing pocketa-pocketa-pocketa of the new flame-throwers. Walter Mitty walked to the door of the dugout humming "Aupres de Ma Blonde." He turned and waved to the sergeant. "Cheerio!" he said. . . . Something struck his shoulder. "I've been looking all over this hotel for you," said Mrs. Mitty. "Why do you have to hide in this old chair? How did you expect me to find you?" "Things close in," said Walter Mitty vaguely. "What?" Mrs. Mitty said. "Did you get the what's-its-name? The puppy biscuit? What's in that box?" "Overshoes," said Mitty. "Couldn't you have put them on in the store?" 'I was thinking," said Walter Mitty. "Does it ever occur to you that I am sometimes thinking?" She looked at him. "I'm going to take your temperature when I get you home," she said. They went out through the revolving doors that made a faintly derisive whistling sound when you pushed them. It was two blocks to the parking lot. At the drugstore on the corner she said, "Wait here for me. I forgot something. I won't be a minute." She was more than a minute. Walter Mitty lighted a cigarette. It began to rain, rain with sleet in it. He stood up against the wall of the drugstore, smoking. . . . He put his shoulders back and his heels together. "To hell with the handkerchief," said Waker Mitty scornfully. He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then, with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.

Patient Readers Please Read and Help!? About me first: I am called "sweet" way too many times by older woman. My ex annoyed me because she said other girls stared at me too much and she complained a lot about it. I am horrible at reading woman as to whether they genuinely like me. I attract the flirts. I dont hunt, but like being hunted - until in the relationship. At the same time though being hunted can be quite annoying, here is why. Story: So I dated this woman, a year ago, who I think is perfect in her interests and grace. We dated a little more than a month and she eventually said she is not interested and just wants to be friends. Me being into her just ignored her and she never cared to get in touch with me. So I moved on. A year later goes by and I am starting to surf. Her being a hardcore surfer chic I find her on facebook and add her, dont even say hi to her. She adds me and messages me "Hi! how are you!?". After about a week of messaging. she invites me to see slumdog millionaire and goes with me to the book store. I keep it mellow and buddy. Odd thing is that she is more talkative than when me and her were dating and stares much more. There-after she messages me on facebook quite a bit, she tells me everything about her, I keep myself reserved on the details somewhat of myself - we are buddys!? I decide to invite her to watch a movie of my preferance. When we meet up to watch the movie 3 weeks would have passed since seeing Slumdog Millionaire. Though, 4 days before she is suppose to come to my place, she contacts me asking me to go with her to her friends birthday party. We will be going in a limo with them to a club in hollywood. I havent been to a club in a while and thought sure. Turns out everyone invited has someone with them. The whole time in the limo back and forth we are quite flirtatious, the basics of bumping and staring and small jokes. At the club we dance and it was great, she was pretty assertive and comfortable grinding with me every which way, we slowed dance at the final song. While there we were also splashing cold water and tossing ice cubes at each other at our reserved table. She made her best effort to stay next to me and really never left my side. We leave the club and in the limo even more aggresive flirting which she always starts, she pinches me hard alot and I in return. We get home and in her friends car we rub hard shoulder to shoulder for warmth, kind of jokingly(her idea). It's almost 5am and I am taking her home, her mom called her an hour ago. She doesnt really get why her mom is mad but figures it is because she went out with a guy instead of a girl. So overall I can tell she really hardly ever goes with guys to the club but she obviously knows how to dance, so she is no stranger to dancing with guys. When she got home her mom gave her an earfull(I was told via text). Now my problem is she said she will text me if she can go to my place the next(that day)day to watch the movie. Also she said she first has to go to a museum for a school report, I ask if I can come along and she said she wants to go alone and gives me a story of a time she went with a girlfriend who kept taking her focus away. So that day I stay home studying for school and she never texts me at all. I got depressed off of it. See, I do dance with women at clubs but not that intimately(sincere), my mind isn't as respectful with intentions with other women as it was with her that night. So it brought back alot of emotions, and she takes them down without even a complimentary "I can't go" text, leaving me blowing off my friends and doing nothing that day but being with my bothersome thoughts. So we are still buddys though, she is mainly a direct person if she does not want something(our dating past for exp). So if she doesn't want to talk no more she will let me know. So I guess my question is what should I pick up on all of this? fyi: if it matters, her mom knows me, I was in their house and talked to her mom quite a bit. I am 23(21 Jan) Aquarius and she is a 22(21 Dec) year old Saggitarius for you Horo buffs.:) She thought it was really cool our B-days were on the same day. Oh and I hang out with a lot of girls and the ones that flirt a lot I blow off, I don't want to blow her off though because yes I do like her and I value the "will have to do" friendship. I am dating someone else though right now casually.

How can I deal with this nicely? Before you read, please do so with an open mind, no matter what your personal beliefs. I am not saying anyone is wrong, I just want a neutral opinion about an awkward family member!!!!!! I'm going round the bend, seriously with my father. Up till around 3 years ago he was your average, have a flutter on the horses, do what you can to get by kind of guy, if that sometimes meant not playing by the book!! Now he has found the church and GOD. Please dont get me wrong, I am not berating him for his beliefs but I personally dont believe. And he is driving me crazy with his constant ''oh musnt do this'' and ''cant gamble its wrong''. Its like hes the new jesus. He has an opinion about everyone and everything without knowing the full story. If someone is a millionaire my dad says theyre greedy and they should give their money to charity. His friend at church is a millionaire..... He donated an entire box of my books behind my back and I couldnt ask for them back but they were presents and all sorts. He demands that I should help at the clubs they have etc because theyre short of people. He donates tons of money when we are in dire need of new things ourselves. Who does he think he is??? I switch off when he goes on and Im sat there thinking this guy is an idiot I want my dad back. I know now he will never change, so what do I do? Do I put up with the ramblings, let it go over my head?? I am quite argumentative and when he comes out with some crap I argue it back and he actually gets annoyed... at his own daughter.... because she has an opinion which is different.... Im seriously embarrassed of him now, if he hears someone swearing, he tells them not to do it because god doesnt like it and I just want the floor to open up.... He goes on about the devil, and how zoos are so bad when he used to take me all the time when i was younger. Theyre gods creatures, they shouldnt be locked up.... Fair enough most people agree but my dad is not gods/jesus' new best buddy. The final straw came today when he said im an idiot for not believing there is a god.... I am into the whole big bang/evolution theories, and its been proved with fossils that dinosaurs existed, and cavemen and all sorts. But I cant express how I feel, I am forced to agree with him or he just gets the hump and takes it out on my mum so I try and keep my mouth shut 99% of the time. I was due to start a job at a bookmakers and you can imagine the uproar coz gods people dont gamble. I have to earn a living, geez :(( But please how can I carry on a relationship with him when hes like this? Hes not the same person. All our relatives think its some wierd phase and theyre so suprised that hes still going after all these months!! One last thing, my mum feels like me but she is the typical 'do what the husband says' kind of wife and just moans to me behind his back so def wont get any support from her. Its actually funny cos sometimes my dad will ask her to help at a church fete or something and she'll make an excuse and he gets really angry. sorry last thing, I have been to church a couple of times as I wanted to see what it was that my dad was hooked on so I feel Ive been fair.

Why big brother should be banned!? Anyone agree with me that big brother should be cancelled? The show is the most boring, predictable, mind numbing, perverted and IQ draining show on air! The name of game (from what I've heard) is to now pick someone whos gay and then a homophobe and stick them in a "prison cell" for a few weeks and we can all sit at home and watch what happens as though they are lab rats! To the people who watch them, especially the ones who watch it at night while they are just sleeping. STOP IT! Go outside, go for a walk, read a book! After all, you are just sitting in your home, watching people in a home! How daft is that?! I'm sick of seeing people like jade goody (who is now a millionaire! WHY?) in every newspaper and on tv. People who don't know they're arse from they're elbow are now celebrities! On what talent or skill did they get there? Am I right?

9 days in America on my own - what to do? I finish summer camp on the 14th August and my Mum's meeting me on the 23rd in NY for a week. Between the 14th and the 23rd, I have no plans. My original idea was to find someone to fly to Florida with but no one can go/afford it so I don't think I'm going to do that. What can I do in America for 9 days on my own? Bearing in mind, I'm not a millionaire? All tours seem to be booked up/too expensive/wrong timing. (I'd prefer to start in NY and finish in NY.) I'm 20 years old and International so I cannot rent a car. I'd also prefer to spend that time period out of NY just because I've been going there on my days off and I also am going to be there with my Mum.

Do we really need to go to school? I ask the question: "Do we need the title, status, and political drama?" Yes, I went to school and I have two degrees. One is a BS and the other, a JD. Does this make me have the ability to make great money? I could tell you that it does'nt. Many students ponder going to school. The belief is that is will help you mature, which for a great part is true. On the otherhand, does it give you more earning power? I could say that it does not. For many of us that are attorneys, we understand that as in any field, it takes a while before you make a "name for your self." It is not as easy as going to school then graduating then becoming a millionaire. My initial goal was to become wealthy through law. What a joke! That does not exist! However, I did use my legal knowledge to become a savvy investor and have done well. I don't feel that other than having a little more knowledge that school has done anything for me. This is not to deter those that like the intellectual pursuit or that strive for learning. And no, I am not one of those bitter law students who had graduated and has student loans to pay off. The point is, I dont think that school is that important. I think it helps with broadening your mind and horizons, but it is not a requirement in my book. For anyone considering going to college, I would only suggest it if you are looking to become a Doctor, Lawyer, Nurse (all medical/healthcare professions), or a Teacher/Professor. Other than that, read a book at your local library. Thanks, MR

How do I get my mom to stop PUSHING so hard?!? I'm 14 years old, with an 11 year old brother and 5 year old sister. My mom constantly competes us with other children--and I am not speaking in a sense of sports. I'll elaborate: A friend of my mother's told her of how her 16 year old son spends time absorbed in his studies even during the summer vacation, and is constantly purchasing education books and writing research papers even when no assignment is due. My mother then borrowed several books from the library, and made me study and write research papers over the summer break. Furthermore, she would create her own exams and quizzes, and would order me to study and take a more intensely composed exam if I scored below a 95. On another occasion, my mother viewed a talk show which guest starred a 7 year old child by the name of Emily Bear who possessed an enchanting and phenomenal piano talent, and could play and compose many sorts of classical pieces. Well--who do you suppose was in the music store the same week shopping for a piano? What really aggravated the 3 of us to the core when she would force us to learn the piano was the way she would say, "If a 7 year old can play Beethoven and Chopin, then you can do it too!" and would talk about how we would be in classical concerts by the time we would graduate high school. Another show featured a 4 year old with a remarkable memory who memorized speeches from notable figures such as Dr. Martin Luther King or Abraham Lincoln, and could state different political figures such as who the Secretary of Defense was. And just as I feared, she immediately began forcing my brother to memorize the Presidents not on in order, but also which year served and which number. She forced me to memorize the entire Chemistry table and numerous notable quotes from authors, philosophers, and political figures. She forced my sister at the age of 5 to recite Lincoln's Gettysburg Address and Dr. King's "Free at last" speech as well as grilled her with other political hullabaloo that I know she had no clue about. She even took it a step further with me and forced me to do mathematical problems in my head without the use of any paper (ie: 475 x 78 or 2575 divided by 15) She read about a wealthy entrepreneur who started his fortune by selling lemonade as a child, and was a full fledged millionaire by the time he was 21 (or something to that effect, I am not quite certain). She immediately purchased a lawn mower and demanded from my brother and I to mow lawns around the city and to make a minimum of $30 per day, or we would forfeit supper for that day. By my calculations, that is $900 a month--the same amount as a full time job at minimum wage. Keep in mind I was only 12! Needless to state, most of the money we made was to keep ourselves fed. I'm quite certain she found it entertaining to have invented a new method of reducing her grocery expenses. At the moment, I am sitting here in my room, having literally ripped every page out of my chemistry book out of blind frustration over her demand for me to write a dissertation and thesis complete with quotes and footnotes. I am brinking on a nervous breakdown, and I don't know what to do. My mother only wants to have elite children for pride and self exaltation purposes: "MY kids are straight A students and can do calculus in their heads! MY kids can quote FDR's inaugural speech! MY kids can play Beethoven 9th symphony and placed first in the world championship! MY kids are worth $50 million dollars each and they made it all themselves! MY kids have Ph.D's and they aren't even old enough to drive!" I really want to be myself--not the pawn of someone else's stubborn pride and oversized ego? What do I do in this situation? Please help!

I have a question about a story I really don't know how to answer, Please help, Story is provided in this too.? THE SECRET LIFE OF WALTER MITTY James Thurber "We're going through!" The Commander's voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full?dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. "We can't make it, sir. It's spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me." "I'm not asking you, Lieutenant Berg," said the Commander. "Throw on the power light! Rev her up to 8500! We're going through!" The pounding of the cylinders increased: tapocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa- pocketa. The Commander stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" he shouted. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" repeated Lieutenant Berg. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" shouted the Commander. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight?engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. "The Old Man'll get us through," they said to one another, "The Old Man ain't afraid of Hell!" "Not so fast! You're driving too fast!" said Mrs. Mitty. "What are you driving so fast for?" "Hmm?" said Walter Mitty. He looked at his wife, in the seat beside him, with shocked astonishment. She seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd: "You were up to fifty?five," she said. "You know I don't like to go more than forty. You were up to fifty?five." Walter Mitty drove on toward Waterbury in silence, the roaring of the SN202 through the worst storm in twenty years of Navy flying fading in the remote, intimate airways of his mind. "You're tensed up again," said Mrs. Mitty. "It's one of your days. I wish you'd let Dr. Renshaw look you over." Walter Mitty stopped the car in front of the building where his wife went to have her hair done. "Remember to get those overshoes while I'm having my hair done," she said. "I don't need overshoes," said Mitty. She put her mirror back into her bag. "We've been all through that," she said, getting out of the car. "You're not a young man any longer." He raced the engine a little. "Why don't you wear your gloves? Have you lost your gloves?" Walter Mitty reached in a pocket and brought out the gloves. He put them on, but after she had turned and gone into the building and he had driven on to a red light, he took them off again. "Pick it up, brother!" snapped a cop as the light changed, and Mitty hastily pulled on his gloves and lurched ahead. He drove around the streets aimlessly for a time, and then he drove past the hospital on his way to the parking lot. … "It's the millionaire banker, Wellington McMillan," said the pretty nurse. "Yes?" said Walter Mitty, removing his gloves slowly. "Who has the case?" "Dr. Renshaw and Dr. Benbow, but there are two specialists here, Dr. Remington from New York and Mr. Pritchard?Mitford from London. He flew over." A door opened down a long, cool corridor and Dr. Renshaw came out. He looked distraught and haggard. "Hello, Mitty," he said, "We're having the devil's own time with McMillan, the millionaire banker and close personal friend of Roosevelt. Obstreosis of the ductal tract. Tertiary. Wish you'd take a look at him." "Glad to," said Mitty. In the operating room there were whispered introductions: "Dr. Remington, Dr. Mitty. Mr. Pritchard?Mitford, Dr. Mitty." "I've read your book on streptothricosis," said Pritchard?Mitford, shaking hands. "A brilliant performance, sir." "Thank you," said Walter Mitty. "Didn't know you were in the States, Mitty," grumbled Remington. "Coals to Newcastle, bringing Mitford and me up here for a tertiary." "You are very kind," said Mitty. A huge, complicated machine, connected to the operating table, with many tubes and wires, began at this moment to go pocketa?pocketa?pocketa. "The new anesthetizer is giving way!" shouted an intern. "There is no one in the East who knows how to fix it!" "Quiet, man!" said Mitty, in a low, cool, voice. He sprang to the machine, which was now going pocketa-pocketa-queep-pocketa-queep. He began fingering delicately a row of glistening dials. "Give me a fountain pen!" he snapped. Someone handed him a fountain pen. He pulled a faulty piston out of the machine and inserted the pen in its place. "That will hold for ten minutes," he said. "Get on with the operation." A nurse hurried over and whispered to Renshaw, and Mitty saw the man turn pale. "Coreopsis has set in," said Renshaw nervously. "If you would take over Mitty?" Mitty looked at him and at the craven figure of Benbow, who drank, and at the grave, uncertain faces of the two great specialists. "If you wish," he said. They slipped a white gown on him; he adjusted a mask and drew on thin gloves; nurses handed him shining. . . "Back it up, Mac! Look out for that Buick!" Walter Mitty jammed on the brakes. "Wrong lane, Mac," said the parking?lot attendant, looking at Mitty closely. "Gee. Yeh," muttered Mitty. He began cautiously to back out

Why do we have to go to college ? I have strong feeling that many people are bing mind controlled. Many people think they need to go to college to have decent job. They need to have decent job, so they have eat and have house. There are so many good job for high school graduates. You can work as Construction worker, security. You can work as clerk at convenient store, book store, factory, amusement park. You can live with that job. You can have food, house, and kids. These jobs are least stress job than working at office. Like working for companies like Sony. You want to be rich, millionaire ? Well most people can`t be millionaire even they graduate college. Going to a college is waste of money and time.

My mother is turning 50 this Monday -- is this present okay for her-- and what else should I get her? My mother is a character. She is beautiful, petite, and doesn't look a day over 40. Yet, she constantly obsesses over creams and the latest products in looking young. She even joked to me one time saying that if she was a millionaire the first thing she'd do is get Botox, but really, she doesn't need it. So I bought her this Facersize book (a book that shows facial excersizes in looking young) which I think she'll like. Yet, I'm kinda stuck in what else I should get her. I mean, c'mon, it is the big 5-0 and I only have $30 left in my pocket, so I'm just wondering what you guys might have in mind. Thank you!

What would you infer the outcome fo this to be? any ideas? I had a dream last night that was very long... when I wrote it down... my dream weas about 750 - 1000 words.... Anyway the way I interpret what God was saying to me through that dream was this: There was an intelligent, capable, happy, well adjusted woman that this guy Kyle wanted to possess as his wife and call his own, but she had made up her mind from the first day she saw him that she would never date him, either because he didn't have the brain capacity she required in a mate or because he didn't have the looks she needed in a man. He pursued her for 8 years and was so clinically depressed during those 8 years from following an unobtainable object around that he flunked out of university and did poorly at his job. After 8 years of misery... it was originally God's intention to let him marry one of the attractive christian girls that he met in graduate school but because I kept crying out to God and praying and praying that the Lord would put him in my life. He answered me in obscure sentences through wisdom about the situation. The answers he gave me were unclear and I didn't know if the messages the Lord gave me would lead to a good result or a bad one. And in order for this to happen... I'd have to be able to break either physical laws, financial laws, or laws regarding cause and effect. That is something extraordinary had to happen that would contradict everything that everyone believed to be logical and plausible for me... And then I woke up... I was hired as a theological consultant to one of the pastors on board at this church which has about 2000 - 5000 people... and this pastor intends to go on T.V. later on and preach... HE was a televangelist 7 years ago, but developed mental illness shortly afterwards and was hospitalized in the psychiatric ward 3 times... and just recently adjusted to normalcy again Though I have been unemployed for 5 years because of a brain tumor... I am now working as a theological consultant to a televangelist... at a very big church... And thought I have been obese for 5 years, I am losing 1.5 pounds a day on a low carb diet... So it would seem that God is breaking physical laws in a way people didn't think was possible. Like no one would think that somebody who has a brain tumor removed could work at a job where she was getting paid about 150 000 dollars a year right? And no one would think that somebody who has been obese for 5 years would be able to lose 95 pounds right and get back down to their ideal weight... I essentially end up with a career and a desirable body... and all within the course of 5-8 weeks... well being uneducated... and having gone about 6 years without a single friend... ON top of that I intend to write a theological book that will revoutionize this world... my book will explain mysteries that no one has been able to understand or interpret for the last 2000 - 5000 years of existence... and if published world wide, I could become a millionaire... I wander if there are any negativities to this? Like what if I marry the man of my dreams and then die 2 years later? Or what if God gives me everything that I've ever dreamed of while I'm alive but when I die... I end up with absolutely nothing and do not receive any glory, peace, joy, or salvation in the next life?

Nobody is giving me an answer. What am I doing to grieve God? Well I've been thinking about two things these last couple of weeks: - Mainly I've been thinking about how I want to become a millionaire, I mean 60 000 000 dollars. I came up with this wonderful idea for a book and this idea has never been done before. The Lord was very grieved almost immediately after this millionaire idea entered my mind. Also, I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend. And ever since I began to think of my ex-boyfriend, I’ve been grieving God. Sometimes I will ask the Lord to speak to me in a dream about him, and then I will go 24 hours without any sleep. Sometimes, it's 36 or 40 hours without any sleep. Also, my ex-boyfriend is catholic and I had a dream after prayer and I heard this phrase "Catholicism is like a man who began walking, and then started to limp, and then started to lean, then started to walk on crutches, then started to kneel, then started to crawl, until he was physically incapable of doing anything at all and was choked to death." I had no idea what this meant since it contradicted all of my other dreams which were positive and in favor of catholicism. But now I'm thinking the dream may have been warning me about a specific person in my life and not necessarily a religion. Do you think that's the case? What am I doing to grieve God? Is it the millionaire idea or the catholic ex-boyfriend? Thanks for answering.

What am I doing to grieve God? Well I've been thinking about two things these last couple of weeks: - Mainly I've been thinking about how I want to become a millionaire, I mean 60 000 000 dollars. I came up with this wonderful idea for a book and this idea has never been done before. The Lord was very grieved almost immediately after this millionaire idea entered my mind. Also, I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend. And ever since I began to think of my ex-boyfriend, I’ve been grieving God. Sometimes I will ask the Lord to speak to me in a dream about him, and then I will go 24 hours without any sleep. Sometimes, it's 36 or 40 hours without any sleep. Also, my ex-boyfriend is catholic and I had a dream after prayer and I heard this phrase "Catholicism is like a man who began walking, and then started to limp, and then started to lean, then started to walk on crutches, then started to kneel, then started to crawl, until he was physically incapable of doing anything at all and was choked to death." I had no idea what this meant since it contradicted all of my other dreams which were positive and in favor of catholicism. But now I'm thinking the dream may have been warning me about a specific person in my life and not necessarily a religion. Do you think that's the case? What am I doing to grieve God? Is it the millionaire idea or the catholic ex-boyfriend? Thanks for answering.

Teachers, why do you think the average millionaire's gpa was a 2.92? According to Dr. Thomas J. Stanley's book The Millionaire Mind, the average GPA was a 2.92. That was after an extensive survey of over 1000 millionaires. Why isn't that average higher?

Teachers, do you treat your C students like they might be future millionaires? According to Dr. Thomas J. Stanley's book The Millionaire Mind, the average GPA was a 2.92. That was after an extensive survey of over 1000 millionaires. Do they get the push and attention like your A students?

What do you think about Dr. Thomas Stanley's books about America's rich? The millionaire next door and the millionaire mind show most of America's millionaires not being inheritors, lotto winners, entertainers, or boardroom vice presidents. They are shown to be first generation rich and small business owners who work, save, invest, and live a middle class lifestyle rather than a lavish lifestyle that the media portrays. Most don't drive new cars, a lot shop at JC Penny and similar stores, they clip coupons, they don't buy many status symbols, etc. A lot of their neighbors don't even know they are wealthy.

Does it seem strange that the book: "The Bell Curve" was funded by a Neo-Nazi Eugenics organization? I found that to be very interesting. Here is the full story: "Nearly all the research that Murray and Herrnstein relied on for their central claims about race and IQ was funded by the Pioneer Fund, described by the London Sunday Telegraph (3/12/89) as a "neo-Nazi organization closely integrated with the far right in American politics." The fund's mission is to promote eugenics, a philosophy that maintains that "genetically unfit" individuals or races are a threat to society. The Pioneer Fund was set up in 1937 by Wickliffe Draper, a millionaire who advocated sending blacks back to Africa. The foundation's charter set forth the group's missions as "racial betterment" and aid for people "deemed to be descended primarily from white persons who settled in the original 13 states prior to the adoption of the Constitution of the United States." (In 1985, after Pioneer Fund grant recipients began receiving political heat, the charter was slightly amended to play down the race angle--GQ, 11/94.) The fund's first president, Harry Laughlin, was an influential advocate of sterilization for those he considered genetically unfit. In successfully advocating laws that would restrict immigrants from Southern and Eastern Europe, Laughlin testified before Congress that 83 percent of Jewish immigrants were innately feeble-minded (Rolling Stone, 10/20/94). Another founder, Frederick Osborn, described Nazi Germany's sterilization law as "a most exciting experiment" (Discovery Journal, 7/9/94). The fund's current president, Harry Weyher, denounces the Supreme Court decision that desegregated schools, saying, "All Brown did was wreck the school system" (GQ, 11/94). The fund's treasurer, John Trevor, formerly served as treasurer for the crypto-fascist Coalition of Patriotic Societies, when it called in 1962 for the release of Nazi war criminals and praised South Africa's "well-reasoned racial policies"