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You name it, I think I’ve done it.
Here’s where I write about it.
You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll crap your pants! lol
Just kidding about that last part… (maybe)

Chilean Miners – When Good Things Happen to Good People

Thank God they’re finally out!

Unless you’ve been trapped underground for 70 days
(like the guys you’re reading about in this post),
then you already know about “Los treinta y tres” – “The 33.”

As in, “The 33 Trapped Chilean Miners”

After 70 grueling days, they finally tasted the sweetness
of fresh air.

What a fiasco! Could you imagine being trapped underground
for that period of time?  With 32 other men?
No shower.  No bathroom.  No music.  No women…
And for a while, no real food or water – just a scant supply
of tuna fish & milk to be rationed out among everyone else.

But what a miracle!  These guys all came out after more than
two MONTHS of being trapped underground in remarkably good
health AND great attitude!

But how did they do it?
How did they manage to survive all that time?

How did they hang on through all the desperation,
the fear, the darkness, the insecurity, and – most of all –
the feeling that they would die down there in a hole
a half a mile underground?

When I asked my girlfriend, Carmen, this question,
she said that there had to be a leader – someone
who would step up & answer the challenge to lead
these men out of the depression & inherent desperation
of their obvious situation and guide them through it all.

…And she was right!

As we watched the Spanish news coverage of the rescue,
they talked about 2 men who really went above & beyond
the call of their jobs & provided true leadership in both a
literal & figurative dark time.

Naturally, it happened to be the two oldest guys of the crew.
I can’t remember any of their names right now,
except they called one “Super Mario” because of his super attitude.
And because his name is Mario.  (Duh!)

These guys are pretty much set for life at this point.
No doubt they’ll receive book & movie offers,
interviews, and everything else the world wants to give ’em.

I doubt they’ll ever set foot in another mine again.
At least, I HOPE not!  Sheesh!

And I say: Good for them!  They deserve it!
I mean, that’s the least they should get for being stuck in a hole
for that amount of time, away from their families, wives, girlfriends & mistresses.

But here’s a question for you:

Would YOU be willing to spend more than 2 months underground
with a bunch of other sweaty guys if you knew that
when you came out, you’d be a millionaire,
and probably never have to work another day in your life if
you didn’t want to?

…Not that these guys knew that going in, of course.

But what if you did?  Would you do it?

Please leave your interesting comments below.

I look forward to reading & sharing them.

Enjoying life above ground,

Tony

P.S.  You don’t have to spend two months underground to earn your
financial freedom.  Here’s a great way you can start to earn it NOW,
Starting Today:  http://www.tonypearl.com/amtraffic

A Cowboy Living Behind Enemy Lines

I’ve lived all over the place.

I’ve traveled to Europe, South & Central America, and the Caribbean.

But for some strange reason, I keep coming back to the East Coast.
The Washington, D.C. Metro area, specifically.

In 2009, I sold my house of 12 years in University Park, MD (near College Park-Go Terps!)
took my sons & moved in with my girlfriend in Reston, VA.

I love it here!  We get the 4 seasons (HATE the winter, though),
the schools are the best in the country, and the people are nice.
Oh, and there’s lots of cool stuff to do here.

There’s Just ONE Slight Problem…

It’s REDSKINS territory!

Why should that matter?
UUuhhhhhhh… because I’m a die-hard DALLAS COWBOYS FAN!!
The DEADskins are our sworn enemy.
That’s why.

Before we moved here, my girl lived in Ashburn, VA.
And if you know anything about the stinkin’ Skins,
you’d know that that’s where their training facility is!

Around December 2008, I think it was, we were driving by the facility,
known as Redskins Park, and saw that the gate was open.

My girlfriend & I each had our sons with us, so we thought it would be cool
to at least drive in & check it out.
Even though it was the ‘Skins compound, it was still a Professional Football Facility.
…Although the ‘Skins were coached by Jim Zorn at the time & wound up finishing
the season 4-12, so one might argue about the “professional” part.   hahaha.

As we drove in to the compound, we were surprised to notice the lack of cars
in the parking lot.  This encouraged us, so I parked & got everyone to get out so that we could take a look around.

Except for a couple of assistant coaches terribly kicking punts to each other, the practice fields were empty.

It was freezing cold outside, so we started running around a little bit to keep us warm…
And to get a feel of the artificial turf we were standing on.

I hadn’t been on a football field in a few years, and as I began moving around to stay warm, I started to feel a little bit of the rush I used to get back in my playing days.

And then I noticed the Redskins Emblem in the middle of the field.

In an instant, a thought & a feeling hit me at the same time.
I knew what I had to do.

Everyone else was far away from me, doing their own thing.
I casually walked over to this despised emblem – the symbol of my enemy.
I squatted to one knee… Not to pray, but to make what I was about to do not so obvious.

I peed right there in the middle of the field – right on the ‘helmet’
colored in to the turf that represented my team’s archenemy.

I know it was wrong.  And I don’t think I’d do it again.
But for 30 glorious (and relaxing) seconds, I felt happy there in the freezing cold.

I had successfully gone behind enemy lines & marked my territory!

Shortly after that, an old guy who was the security guard for the compound politely came over and reminded us that this was private property, and we’d have to go now.
I noticed that the assistant coaches on the other field were staring at us.

I told him that it was no problem, and thanks for letting us look around a little while.
And then we get back in to the car, turned on the heater full blast & left.

So now, as a new season begins, and my Cowboys are starting it off by sucking
at a lousy 0-2, including an opening-day loss to the afore-mentioned ‘Skins,
I can at least take some small satisfaction that one day, a couple years ago,
I pissed on the Redskins Practice Field in Ashburn, VA.  Right on the emblem.

And somehow, that makes me feel a little bit better about things.

Go Cowboys!!

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