The Testing Grounds of Connection

Steve Jackson, author of The Mentor & The Judas has a website entitled: Six Degrees of Seperation, a research project to see how more connected we are now that the internet has come about. Theory states that we are all connected by 6 degrees of separation. Meaning to say, we are all connected. The experiment was done through Facebook, “a kind of Internet-in-miniature”, Steve calls it. Do you think he contacted everyone in Facebook? Check his site out and decide for yourself. But here’s a little tid-bit taken from his website, “Whether we’re separated by six degrees or ten degrees or one degree isn’t important. What is important is the idea that we are connected.”
- Steve Jackson (Six Degreees of Separation)

De La Soul

Hip Hop. So living in Las Vegas really brings out a few different characters. The Hard Rock held a concert at their Rehab pool last week Friday. The concert was from a group called De La Soul. Since 1988 they’ve been pumpin’ out records, albums, concerts, the whole package. 20 years! Now that’s what I call a calling to follow your passion. This group has seen so much already and they still love to put on a good show. The reason I loved their show so much wasn’t because the music was bangin, but more or less because they showed you how they lived, the showed you that with strength, faith, courage and determination dreams come true. And on top of all that, they are real people. Genuine to their core. If someone is being genuine, it’s a story. If someone is being fake, it’s a lie.

The Old Man…

Hi everyone! Glad to see everyone is still visiting this! Anyway something profound hit me in between the eyes last night. I’ve been taking some time off to get back in to the swing of things for ICA and work. My biggest hurdle is my mindset right now. I need to reframe from laziness and inefficiency, into dynamic progress and efficient progress. And what helped me yesterday to realize that? An old man getting his mail. Yep. I was sitting at the pool hanging out with a few friends yesterday, when all I could hear was a loud clunk and something dragging on the floor. I noticed it was this old man walking to get his mail. He was moving so slow, I really started to feel bad. But as I watched I calculated that it took about half an hour for him to get a mere 50 ft. Thinking nothing of it I went back to entertain the group of friends, swim, and chit-chat. About the time we leave, I see this old man now finally going back home after getting the mail.

Now imagine if it took you that long to get mail. Almost an hour of work to get a few pieces of paper stuffed in a box. Would you go through that? This man doesn’t know it but he’s taught so much about perseverance, determination, and to accept that challenges as they arise so we can overcome them. This old man, taught me that life really matters as long as you keep trying.