Where Does Your Story Begin?

I don’t Know Max Personally But I Feel
Like I Do Because I Love Reading His Books.

He is a great storyteller! His book Cure for the Common Life: Living in Your Sweet Spot was a tool God used in my search of my purpose and destiny. There is a fabulous assessment in it called S.T.O.R.Y. In it you are asked to write down very specific memories—one from childhood, one from your teen years, and one from your adult memory—memories or moments when you were completely and utterly yourself. Not just happy memories but significant moments when you were simply and completely being you.

Here are the guidelines to follow when thinking about your moment:

• It must be important to you, though it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of it.
• It must be a specific accomplishment to you, but not a milestone, such as a birthday.
• It must be specific in actions. For example, I was good at … or I succeeded at …, not “I loved to play the piano” or “I loved to play softball.”

Mine childhood one immediately came to mind.

dont-be-ashamed-of-your-storyI performed in my first play when I was five years old. I loved every minute of being on stage. I loved everyone watching me. I loved performing for an audience. It didn’t matter if I was a pilgrim or an Indian, a farmer or a cow, a tree or a flower—I played each part as if it were opening night on Broadway!

I would stand in front of a mirror for hours perfecting my performance. Neither mirrors nor a stage frightened me at that age. A few years into my young acting career, the annual productions were not frequent enough to fulfill my need to perform in front of an audience, so I started writing and producing my own plays. Not only did I write the plays and produce them, I had the starring role. I found the costumes for the other actors, who usually included my brother, sister, and all the neighborhood children, I assigned them their parts, I advertised the event, I sold the tickets, and I knocked on doors inviting everyone I knew and anyone I didn’t to come and watch. My favorite part was seeing people come together in one place, at one time for something I had a passion for. Today I am doing the same thing.

This memory was an important clue to me discovering and fulfilling my destiny.

I am destined to bring people together for a common purpose that is bigger than themselves; a purpose that has the potential to impact another and change the world. My journey led me to a group of children being sold for sex and now I bring people together to build them homes and call them family.

What is your story? What is your memory and moment – when you were completely and utterly yourself? It may be the clue you need to find your destiny.

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