The Ziglar Weekly Newsletter » January 3, 2012 Edition 1
Old Fred, our town’s 85-year-old bachelor, loves children. He frequently sits on his shady lawn in a rocking chair, whittling toys for the kids when they gather around him in droves. Most of the townspeople often wondered why Fred had never married; one day someone asked him the question. Fred’s response gives all of us something to think about: “Well, I’ll tell you,” Fred replied, “I was like a man riding a horse through the woods looking for a switch. Every time I saw a likely-looking one I’d pass it by, thinking I’d find a better one. And before I knew it, I was clear through the woods.”
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