sarah-ripley - The Monday Morning Memo

This is Sarah Ripley at home in Australia where she has been doing important work as a Wizard of Ads partner. Sarah is a gifted ad writer and a courageous strategist, helping small business owners think beyond their boundaries. Sarah will be spending the next 12 months in Ireland conducting the Irish Small Business Survey. The results of her inquiries will be compared to those of the Canadian Small Business Survey, the Australian Small Business Survey and the American Small Business Survey and then be published as part of the best small business advice book ever written:

20,000 Years of Advertising
Lessons Learned. Fortunes Made.

This book will contain the results of all the advertising experiments performed by more than 1,000 business owners whose combined experience will exceed 20,000 years.

If you’re an Irish small business owner willing to be interviewed by Sarah, please email sarahripley@wizardofads.com

Working together, we can change the future.

Aroo.

Indy

“A baby was born and a candle was lit.

The illumination that added to the brilliance of existence acquired the characteristics of humanity.

It too would strive for a purpose as the taunting winds of life seemed to hinder its external cause.

A little boy was staring up at the heavens in awe and wonder, and the candle with its extending and questioning flame, stretched toward the abode of God in defiance, its doubts to remain forever unanswered in a world of dormancy.

As happiness enveloped the boy in a protective shell, the flame danced and trembled with excitement, inspired by the winds of mockery.

A young man, his mind filled with stirring ideas, set out to conquer the world.

The candle set out in rebellion against darkness, with wild hisses and mounting expectations, and the melting wax of years piled like sediment in the foundation of a life.

Yet the young man had not a smile on his face, but resembled a sketch which had captured a moment of sadness, and the flame, burning away priceless years, let hundreds of years escape over its brim of light.

An old man, whose face was etched with the lines of toil, struggle, and emptiness, let his mind wander back to his moments of marvel, of delusions, of past and forgotten happiness, and many unquestionable aims, and his frail body which had wrinkled with the creases of emotion, trembled, and one lonely forsaken tear fell, shuddering down his cracked cheek.

His eyes closed, yet a faint smile seemed to suggest contentment, and as the whisper of God breathed softly a message of simple finality, the flame, with one last groping of anguish rose towards the sky, and then sank back into oblivion.

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- Douglas Burdon

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