Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along? Or a churlish sort of “Howdy” and then vanish in the throng? Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way, Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?
Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that’s slipping fast, That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed? Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said; Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day, or lose it, was it well or sorely spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent? As you close your eyes in slumber do you think that God would say, You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?
Motivation for the World is a theory created by Gary A. McAbee designed to have a positive impact by providing motivation and inspiration through sharing various forms of communication and success strategies.
Gary Alexander McAbee is an author, blogger, and motivational speaker who has programs on goal setting, achievement and using various leadership strategies, skills and development techniques. Gary has become one of the up-and-coming speakers in his field and his teachings over the years have impacted people from all walks of life.
Gary A. McAbee was born and raised in the inner-city neighborhood of Greenville in Jersey City, NJ. During his formative years, he witnessed the struggles of many who were caught in the cycle of violence, broken homes, and a lack of education. However, his surroundings did not limit his determination to succeed. Gary refused to be another statistic and vowed to make something of his life and have a positive impact on society. In order to accomplish this goal, Gary left Jersey City for the steel city of Pittsburgh, PA to attend Duquesne University. However, he never lost touch with his hometown or the needs of the struggling community he left behind.
During a stint in the retail industry, Gary became a district trainer and mentor to many of his employees. At this point, one of them suggested that Gary should consider teaching. This suggestion hit home because he always had a passion for education as a means to give hope to those who felt hopeless. After much deliberation, Gary left the comfort and security of his job to pursue an advanced degree in education. Additionally, he laid the groundwork for creating his first company, ABE! Sports and Entertainment Management.
For the next few years, Gary would vacillate between pursuing his dream to use education as a means to help people improve their lives or continue to move up the “corporate ladder.” Being in limbo opened the door to self-doubt and several obstacles to accomplishing his goals. It took moving back to his hometown to re-energize and refocus. His inspiration was a neglected, trash-laden, vacant Jersey City lot that served as a painful, yet potent visual reminder. As a result, Gary became a teacher and counselor on the secondary, community college, and university levels. He has made a positive impact and influenced many people to use education as a tool that can lead to greater success and a better life.
Thanks to his experiences as a teacher, Gary laid out a series of keywords that could be can be used by his students to define their success. This knowledge, along with his personal beliefs and experiences, have been blended together to create the self-improvement guide Defining Success: One Word at a Time.As his next project, he took the keywords in Defining Success, and created a daily dose of motivation for 2021. Daily themes such as Monday Motivation, Wednesday Wisdom, and Friday Feeling provide real-world examples in his latest book Motivation for the World 2021.
My philosophy is simple. Always be honest and open with people. I believe that everyone has something to offer and I always have something to give. Therefore, it is my duty to respect and honor all people for their contributions and their potential.
My vision is to be a leader in the field of motivational speaking and to write best-selling inspirational books for people of all walks of life.
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Gary A. McAbee
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The prospect of catching Covid-19 is unquestionably the most unsettling thing I have ever experienced. If you are like me, you probably have been up and down the scale of anxiety, from worry to concern and maybe even downright panic during this pandemic. So imagine my nerves when I slept outside an urgent care office waiting for my turn to be Covid-19 tested (again). The first time I was tested it was for an employer. I felt fine so there was more curiosity than fear involved with that experience. It was so routine that I never got my negative result. It was business as usual in an unusual world.
That was then, this is now. Normally, I come down with an illness once a year due to allergies. It can take anywhere from a few days to a few months to fully recover. I am not big on prescription drugs, so I let my system fight this sickness on its own. These bouts with the common cold can last awhile. I’m used to it. But this is Covid-19 season, and this time something didn’t feel quite right. Since November, I have been battling this thing! It wasn’t bad enough to stop me from my regular activity, nor was it strong enough to force me to turn to a doctor for help. So I soldiered on, thinking this too shall pass.
It didn’t. On Christmas night, I felt it coming on strong. This was my first-time experiencing shortness of breath, but I felt I didn’t need medical attention. I can be a stubborn old Taurus! I got through it. A week later, it happened again. Once again, I let my body figure it out. Again, it’s Covid-19 season, right? On the third occasion, I had one of the worst nights of my life. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t lie down. I coughed uncontrollably. And then it hit me, this might be serious. This might be Covid-19. My life flashed before my eyes! I have never had a panic attack like that before. It’s on now!
All of a sudden, it felt like every “wrong” turn I’ve ever taken in life starting running through my mind like an old, black-and-white movie reel from the 1940s. Back in ‘78, I shouldn’t have hit my brother with that phone. Back in ‘83, I should have bought her an ice cream cone. Back in ‘89, I should have demanded to get that ball. Back in ‘95, I should have bought books for my wall. Back in ’99, I should have gone with Bowling Green. Back in ‘03, I should have bought a limousine. Back in ‘08, I should have stayed with that project. Back in ‘13, I should have never signed that check. Back in ‘18 I should have been a better friend. Because in 2021 is this finally the end?
My Covid-19 scare was real to me. I don’t want to diminish anyone else’s journey here. Obviously, there are millions of people who have contacted the disease, and thousands who have died from it. I can’t imagine what they went though, and I pray that no one else experiences this disease first-hand. Yet there I was, getting worked-up before I knew whether or not it was my time to fight the plague. I woke up got out of the car and went in to the urgent care facility. Here goes everything!
***Don’t laugh at me… as a side note, my son was there too, also sick. He went in to see the doctor first. A group of paramedics hurried in 30 seconds before I did. I could see them administering aid to someone in a red shirt. My son was wearing a red shirt! I literally busted through the door to get to the exam rooms, passed the RN trying to direct me to my room, and turned the corner yelling “is that my son!” It wasn’t him! You’d think I would be embarrassed right? No not the stubborn one! I just took a few short breaths and went to my exam room. I would have fought Covid-19 on the spot if it put its hands on my son…
When your life flashes in front of your eyes, you might question how you chose to live. I did. You know how they give you a few minutes to sit in the exam room, alone, when the staff deals with other patients. Well this was my time to question it all. Did I live a good life? Did I do enough for my family? Will the Knicks ever win a championship? What will they say at my funeral? I wonder if heaven (or hell) has a ghetto? Would my grandmothers be waiting for me on the other side? Enough questions. After God himself, I hoped the first person I see would be my mother. Yes, I was thinking about death right before they gave me my pressure exam.
After 30 minutes and frontal x-rays that make you feel like a convicted felon, I got the news about my illness. I had moderately congested lungs (not good), which causes heavy cough, shortness of breath, and elevated blood pressure. What a relief! I probably lived with lungs filled with slime for a few months, but I handled it. But then the doctor said, we need to take a flu test and a Covid-19 test. Oh snap I forgot about that stuff! So here we go with not one, but two swabs, one up each nostril to get a sample of the goods. By the way, close your eyes when they do these tests. I swear I was looking down inside my head and watching how far that swab was going up my poor nose.
After a reunion with my son and his severe cold, we both learned we didn’t have the flu. The only thing that’s left was the big one, and those results would take 2-3 days. So the waiting game was on. Believe it or not, for the second time in my life I had to take prescription meds. I gladly did! I guess when life flashes in front of your eyes, you’ll try different things. In a few days, I could breathe again. I coughed less and I felt a lot better. With that, my confidence returned, and I no longer questioned every time I thought my life went wrong. I was positive that I should remain positive because I was going to be negative.
My point in all of this is to always remain positive. I know it sounds cliché. I know sometimes it looks like there is no hope. I know life can deal a bad hand or deliver a crushing blow. Been there, done that. Yet I am still here. You are still here. This means we still have a purpose. The only way to fulfill our purpose is to stay positive. Even when you don’t feel your best, stay positive. Even when you don’t do your best, stay positive. Even when you think all hope is lost, stay positive. Even when your life flashes in front of your eyes, stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive.
As a closing thought, throughout my ordeal I should have stayed positive when my life flashed in front of my eyes. Thank God we were both negative.
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Motivation for the World 2021: A Daily Dose of Motivation, Gary A. McAbee
Can a daily dose of motivation lead to success in 2021? In Motivation for the World 2021, your daily dose of motivation is based on the success keywords from Gary A. McAbee’s book: Defining Success: One Word at a Time. Words like victory, knowledge, and success set the stage for weekly guidance throughout the year. Daily themes such as Monday Motivation, Wednesday Wisdom, and Friday Feeling provide real-world examples for daily living in 2021.
This book allows you to dream big, build faith, and develop a vision that supports your idea of what success looks like in 2021. Spanning one full year, you will be able to turn these ideas into a burning passion by a creating a plan that will allow you to complete goals before the year is through. Motivation for the World 2021 gives you 365 days of motivation, and a multitude of inspiration for years of success to come.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too– And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight– “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Defining Success: One Word at a Time by Gary A. McAbee
The road to success can be a long, arduous journey. It is a journey that needs a step-by-step, clearly defined strategy to arrive at the final destination. To accomplish this goal, Gary A. McAbee has laid out a series of success principles, carefully placed in a logical order, which can lead to greater success. These principles have been used consistently by many of the highest achievers in our society. If they can use these concepts to reach success, then they can also be used by everyone to achieve victory.
Defining Success: One Word at a Time serves as a road map to success. Make no mistake about it; the road to success can be daunting. Yet this book, along with the teachings and exercises it contains, is the ultimate guide to producing greater results and success!
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!