Troy’s Times – January 2009

Hi Friend! Welcome to Troy’s free monthly electronic newsletter, developed for people interested in overcoming adversity, adapting to change and pushing oneself to realize their full potential. (Some characters in this newsletter have been altered to keep it from being filtered out as spam) IN THIS ISSUE Feature Article… “Lock up Your Loved Ones” Read a letter from a recent client NEW PRODUCT- Training Tool for Financial Institutions DVD/CD My Products – NEW HARDBACK BOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE Join my Affiliate Program See Troy Speak for FREE! Click here to sign up for this e-zine! Earn a large commission for recommending me as a speaker! Subscriber opinions and impressions of this electronic newsletter as well as reader profiles FREE STUFF! “It is not important How we come to the events in our lives, but how we Deal with those events”- Troy Feel free to forward this issue to friends, family and associates! This Month’s Featured Article: Lock up Your Loved Ones “All you need is love.” John Lennon When I discovered I was being released from prison five years earlier than I had expected, my family and I kept it a secret from my son, Eric. It just so happened that my release date was thirteen days before Christmas, so my parents quickly made arrangements for Eric to spend Christmas vacation with them in Phoenix. This didn’t raise any red flags for Eric because he had been doing this every other year for this past seven years. On the day that my son flew into Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, my father, mother, brother, sister and I drove down to greet Eric. My mother, father and sister went to the gate Eric was scheduled to arrive at, and my brother and I stayed back four gates, I on one side of the hallway with a hat and sunglasses on, my brother on the other side with a video camera, taping the entire scene. As Eric got off the plane my parents and sister greeted him with hugs and kisses, and after exchanging pleasantries began heading in my direction. At this time, I stepped away from the wall and began walking towards them. As I approached them I stepped in front of the group and said, excuse me could someone please tell me what time it is? Out of the corner of my eye I could see my son’s face, his mouth wide open and his eyes as big as saucers. Answering my question my mom said, “It’s 7:30.” “Thank you very much,” I said and stepped around them, continuing on. Behind me I could hear my son saying, “That was my dad!” My father said, “That wasn’t your Dad, Eric, you know where your Dad is.” A second passed and my son said, “I’m telling you, Grandpa, that was my Dad. Go get him!” That, of course, was all I could take and I spun around, ran back to my son and spent the next five minutes hugging, kissing and crying. I definitely blew