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The Monday Morning Memo

Dear Ralph,

My name is David and I want to share a curious story with you. I was recently taking a walk with my friend Dana along the Albany New York bike path. It runs along the Hudson River and is quite rural. Grass, trees, birds, etc. There is really nothing created by man short of the tarmac.

Dana and I were talking about my struggle with a new direction in life, job, relationships, etc. We then met a woman walking toward us. This woman had three dogs on leads and one dog off lead. The dog off lead looked at me and ran 100 feet into the local field next to us and grabbed an until-then hidden white sign about one foot square in size. The dog then ran straight to me and pushed the sign into my knees. We played tug for a few minutes until the dog let me have the sign. I turned it over and read the following:

“There are plenty of difficult obstacles in your path.
Don’t allow yourself to become one of them.” -Ralph Marston

I then threw the sign like a frisbee for the dog again. He chased it and grabbed it and ran straight at me and pushed it right into my knees. I read it again and the dog-walker and Dana and I had a good ‘guffaw’ over the synchronicity of it all. Your quote was just what I needed to hear. I believe God, Angels and a dog were involved getting me to hear that much needed message. This was two days ago and my life is now moving forward and I am no longer serving as an obstacle.

Thought you should know.

Peace, David Eilers 

Ralph Marston is a longtime friend and supporter of Wizard Academy.
Here are the books he has written, or you can Google Ralph S. Marston Jr.
and see a bunch of other stuff he has done. – Indy

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“The Samburu warriors have arrived – four of them, two holding drums, a child in the shadows minding a yellow longhorn cow. They came yesterday, too, after the morning game run, when Lou and Mindy were ‘napping.’ That’s when Charlie exchanged shy glances with the most beautiful warrior, who has scar tissue designs coiled like railroad tracks over the rigorous architecture of his chest and shoulders and back.

The warrior smiles at Charlie. He’s nineteen, only five years older than she is, and has lived away from his village since he was ten. But he’s sung for enough American tourists to recognize that in her world, Charlie is a child. Thirty-five years from now, in 2008, this warrior will be caught in the tribal violence between the Kikuyu and the Luo and will die in a fire. He’ll have had four wives and sixty-three grandchildren by then, one of whom, a boy named Joe, will inherit his lalema: the iron hunting dagger in a leather scabbard now hanging at his side. Joe will go to college at Columbia and study engineering, becoming an expert in visual robotic technology that detects the slightest hint of irregular movement (the legacy of a childhood spent scanning the grass for lions.) He’ll marry an American named Lulu and remain in New York, where he’ll invent a scanning device that becomes standard issue for crowd security. He and Lulu will buy a loft in Tribeca, where his grandfather’s hunting dagger will be displayed inside a cube of Plexiglas, directly under a skylight.

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