A long time ago, I told Money "I don't love you". So why can't we just be good friends?

A little while ago, I was laid off from a job that I kind of liked. I made a big deal about not getting another construction type job, so I wouldn't go through all these lay offs, when work slowed down.

It didn't take two weeks, before I reminded myself that unemployment is not for me, so I went back too full time work, at a C store. Pay is pretty good and it allows me to look for a job in the mornings, and work at night. And who knows that I just might get a C store of my own some day. If not to own, at least to manage.

Going through the interview process, has reminded me of a lesson I learned long ago. When looking for a sales job, there are two types of jobs. One you have a passion for the product, and the other you have a passion for money.

In my younger years, I thought that I had a Love for money, but The older I get, the more I can see, that in my case, it doesn't take as much money to make me happy, as it does many other people.

Let me tell you about my of my "learning moment", that any one can use as a test, to see if you really love money, or just want enough too bless your family and people around you, who are in need.

I was sitting in an interview, with a man who sold a lot of life insurance, who told me his secret. "If you want to become rich in this business, here is what you have to do" he said " you need to get the husband and wife, together in the living room, and then you need too paint a picture of the husband, dead in a coffin, sitting on the coffee table". "Now back the hearst up to the front door and have the wife wave good by to her husband and his income, and you will sell a policy every time".

Now unless you have a passion for life insurance, those words will bother you, unless you have a passion for money.

Just don't assume that you would choose the lower path, give it some thought and I think you will be surprised at how little passion you have for money. I know, I was.

Got to run, love Boyd

Taxes and The Meaning of life .

One of the reasons, I have been so long, since the last blog, was because of taxes. This year has been a drain, just finding all the paper work. No need to inform the IRS, I didn't cheat. But because it was so complicated, I would guess it took about ten hours to complete. In the end, the paper work and the 75 dollars took me from refinancing the house, to pay the taxes, owed, too having a few bucks to set aside for a rainy day.

The Meaning of Life, is a question that has perplexed men and women, form what seems to be the begging of time. For me it is real simple. We live so that we can become closer too our Heavenly Father.

Hours and hours of taxes, or any other trial you can think of, are as the lord told Joseph Smith, are but a moment.

In my most recent trials, I have found the greatest joys, I have ever known. Not because I enjoy problems, but because I am finally developing faith. And I feel the love of my Father in Heaven, more and more, as my faith grows.

The key is, and will always be, prayer that is from the heart and faith that what ever happens, it will be for my good. And it is just the same for you, who ever you are. Our Father in Heaven loves all his children, like they were the only child. Something that I can not comprehend, but I know it to be true.

Life is very good. Even on the days when you have to do your taxes.

No pictures, because I can't find my camera. But I am working on trying to get pictures from some were else.

Love to all, Boyd