Podcasts about My Dad

My Dad worked to make the money for our family, so my Dad decided where we went on vacation—fishing. Now some people would consider that a dream vacation, but the high-energy, ten-year-old me? No, I didn't think so. After just a little while, I was complaining. I was bored, but of course we kept fishing. Did I mention that my Dad made the money? Well, actually, we did have a good catch there and they were good eating. Catching them was fun. Eating them was fun. In between, there was this one step that was less fun - cleaning them. But for that fish to realize its culinary destiny, it had to be cleaned. I'm Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A Word With You today about “Fishing for Fish, Fishing for People.” If you're a fisherman, you're probably Jesus' kind of person. Four of the 12 disciples He called were fishermen by trade. When He summoned them to His service, He said, “Come, follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men” (Mark 1:17). He told Simon Peter, “From now on you will catch men” (Luke 5:10). So the business of bringing people into a relationship with Jesus Christ apparently has some things in common with fishing. For example, you don't try to attract the fish with what you're interested in, but what they're interested in. Right? Look, I like pizza. I don't like worms. But if I put pizza on my hook, I'm going home with an empty bucket buddy. I've got to offer what will be interesting to the fish I'm trying to attract. And so, that's how it is with reaching people for Jesus Christ. If all we offer is religious bait, come to our religious meeting to hear a religious speaker talk on a religious subject in a religious place, we probably won't attract many of the lost people who need Christ so desperately. But if we're talking about needs they care about in a place where they feel comfortable, in words they can understand, we have a far better chance of getting them within hearing distance of the gospel. But there's another very important fishing principle we need to keep in mind as we present Jesus to the people around us. It's a principle it seems many believers have never thought about. You ready? You don't clean fish until you catch them! See, too many times, lost people are judged by us rather than loved by us, because we're attacking the things they do. And they do those because they're lost, and instead we should be leading them to the One who will take them from lost to found! You catch them, then you clean them! Actually, God catches them and cleans them, through you. You can see Jesus working that way in Luke 19, beginning with verse 5, our word for today from the Word of God. The whole town is shocked, scandalized, when Jesus says to Zacchaeus, of all people—the town crook, “I must stay at your house today.” As stunned as anyone, the Bible says Zacchaeus “welcomed him gladly. The people started muttering, ‘He has gone to be the guest of a ‘sinner.'” But after meeting Jesus and experiencing His unconditional love, Zacchaeus can't stand his sin anymore. He announces he's going to make right the dishonest wrongs he has done, “If I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.” Jesus announced, “Today salvation has come to this house.” Zacchaeus got clean, but he got caught first! The problem with the lost people you know is not their profanity, not their dishonesty, or not their immorality. They're lost and they're living like it! Their real problem is they need a Savior! Yes, they must repent, but that's part of being rescued by Jesus from their sin! Don't make their lifestyle the issue. Make Jesus the issue, and say with the great spiritual fisherman, Paul, “When I came to you…I resolved to know nothing…except Jesus Christ and Him crucified” (1 Corinthians 2:1-2). If you want to help people be in heaven with you, stick to Jesus. And stick to His cross!

Send us Fan MailJosh Davies joins us from the USA to talk about his Dad, Richard Davies, who Andy worked with for over ten years at Heritage Parts Centre.Richard was a brilliant guy, hugely knowledgeable, and stoically lived with Cancer for 20 years before it finally caught up with him. Josh recalls his Dad having a Herbie VW Beetle when he was young and growing up in Wales. They moved to USA for Josh's Dads work, In Colorado, Josh and his Dad would go for a drive, with classical music playing loud, in an attempt to scare the Buffalo! We're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com 

My Dad's hospital stay went from bad to worse. I've never been this close to feel like I am losing my Dad before. Become a Certified Fan! Help support the podcast and get our Thursday show, More Mama's Boy! OR upgrade your support here!  Adopt An Episode! Want to show us a little extra love? Adopt an Episode and get a personal shoutout in an upcoming show! This episode was adopted by the amazing Meghan D! Thank you!! A special thank you to our Boy-lievers for your extra support of our show: Tabatha W, Candy Z, Marci H, Eileen F, BKat, Rachelrose S, Donald S, Queen Pam, Erin D, Alexandra T, Deb S, Julie B, Carly C, Karissa R, Sue W, Lucino C, Lisa H, Kayla S, Karen W, Tina U, Lety S, Julia M, Michele K, Angela P Listen to my other podcast, “Kramer and Jess Uncensored”! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

My Dad's heart surgery did not go as planned. He suffered several strokes during the surgery, and he was never the same.

Send us Fan MailWe're joined by Grant Williams this week, a third generation classic Jaguar racer who is a crowd favourite out on track. Starting from pole position in his first race, to winning the championship in the first year, to wowing the fans at Goodwood events going sideways at every opportunity. It's fair to say racing is in his blood. It started with his Grandfather, who with a few friends used to all race on the same license, keeping a bucket of water on the paddock to cool the drum brakes between races! He regularly races BUY 1 which was first bought by his Grandfather from the factory team as it had disc brakes and kept beating him! Grant has also recently bought back his father's Mk2 Jaguar wide body 'lightweight' project which will be powered by 700hp V12 race engine, and features 19” wide rear wheels from an F1 car! Other cars of note include a 3 door Range Rover tow car, and a Mk3 Ford Escort Van that used to tow the Jag behind it. Grant would travel in the car, and his Dad would drive the van - when they got to a hill, Grant fired up the race car and pushed the van along, helping it get to the top!! You can follow the whole project on YouTube.Grant Williams - YouTubeGrant Williams (@grantwilliamsracing) • Instagram photos and videosWe hope you enjoy this episode, and please do tell your friends! We're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com 

Send us Fan MailWe're joined by James Blaze this week who has found himself the custodian of his late father's car collection. The story starts with Citroen 2CVs and moves through a Peugeot 505 estate that he welded seat belt brackets into and toured around Europe. His father became interested in motor trials and picked Skodas as his weapon of choice, before getting introduced to Porsches, firstly with a 924, then a Turbo before a run of 968s, including several Clubsport models. We first saw James on Jonny Smiths Late Brake Show - watch the video here. https://youtu.be/w_Y1i1qWo1M?si=A-8aGQzSl7g0La3_We're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com 

Send us Fan MailWe're joined by Charlotte Vowden, Motoring journalist, automotive adventurer and presenter. Her story with cars hasn't always been a passion. It starts with her Grandads Mk3 Escort, and how he would pick her up from school and 'save her' from the bullies who would throw footballs at her head as she made her way to the gate. The car was nothing special, except it really was special. Her Dad was a mobile mechanic, so was busy working a lot of the time, but his skills have really come into their own in more recent years as Charlotte inherited an MGA roadster from her other Grandfather, and she's been on a number of life affirming roadtrips since taking over the ownership. From driving the length of the UK on sustainable fuel, to mimic the 1000 mile test from days gone by, to driving to Nordcapp, the furthest accessible point north, in Norway.Please do follow what Charlotte gets up to on Instagram, where you'll also find photos from her car based adventures.Charlie V (@charlottevowden) • Instagram photos and videosWe're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com 

We bought a strip club to send a message to the world about protecting women. In episode 872 of the Savage Perspective Podcast, host Robert Sikes sits down with Caleb Altmeyer to uncover the dark reality of fighting sex trafficking. Caleb shares the shocking personal stories that led him to start a nonprofit focused on survivor recovery, explaining how easily coercion begins and the truth about what it takes for women to break free. This conversation exposes the hidden truths behind the world's fastest growing criminal industry and the cultural changes required to end it.Follow Caleb on IG: https://www.instagram.com/caleb.altmeyer/Get Keto Brick: https://www.ketobrick.com/Subscribe to the podcast: https://open.spotify.com/show/42cjJssghqD01bdWBxRYEg?si=1XYKmPXmR4eKw2O9gGCEuQChapters0:00 - Why We're Turning a Strip Club Into a Recovery Center0:56 - The Shocking Family Story That Started a Global Mission2:50 - My First Encounter With Trafficking: The Girl Next Door6:03 - My Staff Member's Secret: "My Dad Sold Me to Prison Guards"9:32 - How We Stumbled Upon The Fastest Growing Criminal Industry11:13 - How Common Is Sex Trafficking? (It's In Your Neighborhood)13:01 - What Is The Legal Definition of Sex Trafficking?13:53 - How a "Boyfriend" Becomes a Pimp: The 3 Stages of Grooming16:09 - The Terrifying Story of a 13-Year-Old Runaway18:40 - The Average Age of a Trafficking Victim Today20:05 - Why We Pivoted to Emergency Stabilization Care21:54 - How We Bought The Local Strip Club22:46 - Is Pornography Grooming an Entire Generation?25:13 - The Shocking Rise of Fentanyl in Our City26:17 - The First 24 Hours: A Survivor's Escape Plan28:41 - Do Pimps Hunt Down Women Who Escape?29:45 - How Traffickers "Make an Example" of Women Who Leave30:42 - Why So Many Women Relapse & Return to "The Life"33:22 - The 3-Step Vision: From Victim to a Thriving Survivor38:54 - A Message From The Host (Robert Sikes)40:35 - Why I Dropped Out of High School & Started Selling Drugs44:22 - How a Drug Dealer Starts a Youth Ministry46:54 - My Dad's 40-Day Fast That Changed Everything48:17 - The #1 Thing That Will Fix Our Broken Society54:42 - How Fatherhood Changes a Man's Mission59:14 - How Do You Stay Hopeful When Surrounded By Evil?1:03:20 - How You Can Help Fight Human Trafficking

My Dad had a great attitude about life… even when he was sick not long before he passed he would jokingly tell us and others he was no going to be buying any green bananas because the Lord might take him any day. That's where I got the ideal for this song.

Many of us are playing a dangerous "if/then" game with our happiness, but true contentment and peace aren't found in a change of scenery. When you are winning on the outside but losing on the inside, you don't need a supplement; you need a connection to the Source. Discover how to stop chasing the next best thing and start building the spiritual strength to thrive in every season.Chapters:00:00 Life Should Feel Different00:57 Chasing Fixes and Change02:40 A Muscle Called Contentment02:56 Midnight Verse05:26 Concern Meets Opportunity08:09 Easter Invite Challenge10:02 The Secret of Contentment12:49 Discontent and Palm Sunday15:17 My Dad's Desert Assignment18:40 Jesus Is the Source22:12 Connect to the Source25:35 JoyTAKE A NEXT STEP:INTRODUCE YOURSELF

Send us Fan MailIn this week's episode, the guys have a special guest, Marianne to discuss the 2003 cartoon My Dad the Rock Star.Check out Marianne's tiktok!Get more CDD on Patreon!Visit the website!Support the show

James Gunn's Superman film is, perhaps, the most quietly trans-affirming superhero movie ever made. Let's talk about the inherent queerness of the superhero genre, what makes Superman so special, and why the 2025 film adaptation hit so many trans people like a Kryptonian at mach 5. Comic writer Jadzia Axelrod joins us to discuss spheres of space! Will you fall into her trap? What's YOUR secret identity? JADZIA AXELROD Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/planetx.bsky.social Website: https://www.jadziaaxelrod.com TEXT VERSION https://www.tillystranstuesdays.com/2026/03/24/supermans-trans-affirmation/ FURTHER READING (topics discussed with essays available at https://TillysTransTuesdays.com ) Gender Dysphoria, Parents Who Will Never Know the Real You (aka My Dad), A Trans Re-wedding, The Past and Why it Haunts Us, Boymode/Girlmode, Coming Out as Trans, Trans Kids 1-2, Cis Spousal and Partner Support Special thanks to Daisy and Jane for the use of "Sorry Not Sorry" as our show's theme music. Please stop by and show your support at https://daisyandjane.bandcamp.com and https://soundcloud.com/daisyandjane --Please leave us a rating on Apple Podcasts/iTunes!-- Website: pendantaudio.com Bluesky: @pendantaudio.bsky.social‬

Send us Fan MailWe're joined by Steve Clyde from Gyeon UK this week. His earliest car memory is a gold Peugeot 504 Estate, and taking 8 or 9 family members down to Cornwall for holidays.After Vauxhall Chevette followed, which was his first experience of his Dad in a rear wheel drive car. He'd previously owned a Mk2 and Mk10 Jaguar before kids came along. His brother is older than him, and he recalls him taking him to a family photography session is his Capri, a drifting around a corner only to be spotted by his parents waiting outside the studio. His Mum was shocked, his Dad secretly proud!We're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com 

Hello to you listening in Barking, East London, England! Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for Story Prompt Friday and your host, Diane Wyzga. Sometimes in passing he would whisper: dit, dit, dit, dah dah dah, dit dit dit. Morse Code for SOS, Save Our Ship. I'm thinking of a skinny, 18 year old inner city kid hunched over a Morse Code machine in a radio room on a warship tapping out messages somewhere in the Pacific. During World War II US Navy warships used Morse code to speak to each other while they were out at sea. My dad was a radioman. As I watched a WWII era training film to learn more I could imagine dad's finger on that code sending device. Click HERE to watch a 1943 US Navy training film demonstrating sending Morse Code.   Dad didn't talk much about serving as a US Navy radioman on a warship in the Pacific. Like so many stories our loved ones thought were inconsequential we end up cobbling them together from memory and archives. But I do know this: I chose to become a US Navy Nurse motivated by my dad who chose to go war with his brothers and their friends to defend our democracy because that's what you did then. You served your country.     Story Prompt: Who or what motivated your career choices? Write that story and share it out loud!   You're always welcome: "Come for the stories - Stay for the magic!" Speaking of magic, I hope you'll subscribe, share a 5-star rating and nice review on your social media or podcast channel of choice, bring your friends and rellies, and join us! You will have wonderful company as we continue to walk our lives together. Stories From Women Who Walk Production Team Podcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story Arts Music: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron Music ALL content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.  If you found this podcast episode helpful, please consider sharing and attributing it to Diane Wyzga of Stories From Women Who Walk podcast with a link back to the original source.

Send a textWe are joined by Greg and Adam, owners of Viking Covers, our proud sponsor for Season 7 of the Podcast. We've never recorded as a 4 before, but we think it came out pretty well - although it does make the editing a bit harder!! Adam recalls his parent's hearing aid beige Mk2 Escort - and strangely enough, he owns one very similar now, except his has a Cosworth lump and over 400bhp!! Sadly his Mums Escort was stolen while he was at a kids party, and never recovered.It was replaced by a Peugeot 205. He did have a mate who's Dad had a 3 door Cosworth - so he and his friends used to go to classic Ford events. Greg tells us his Dad used to have Audi RS6s, which prompted him to buy one for himself a few years back - however, reliability wasn't its strong point, and he's chopped it in for a ex-British Gas Caddy van and an EV! His Uncle had a blue Jaguar E-Type, which they used to take to classic car shows. We hope you enjoy this episode, and thanks again to Greg and Adam for supporting what we do.We're pleased to say the guys from Viking Covers are staying on as Sponsor for My Dad's Car. If you are looking to keep the dust, dirt and weather off your cherished car go check them out at www.vikingcovers.co.ukSupport the showWe'd love you to hear and share your stories, please tag and follow us on social media. www.instagram.com/mydadscar_podcastwww.Facebook.com/mydadscar podcastwww.buymeacoffee.com/mydadscarIf you'd like to support the podcast and are able to, you can ‘buy us a coffee' which will help towards costs of hosting and purchasing equipment to allow us to record guests in person, rather than just on zoom. Get in touch with us direct - MyDadsCarPodcast@gmail.com

We're well-rested and our limb movements are OFF THE CHARTS, so we're ready to breathe out advice about confusingly-themed weddings, secret Arby's concerts, and a pressing need for Dr Pepper. Suggested talking points: Cool Pap, Hot Crunchy Cuboid Chips, Doubledocs for a Buck, Squarespace is My Dad, Beef Racer, Vegan + Arbys Border Angels: https://www.borderangels.org/our-services.html

Welcome back to the Outdoor Adventure Series! In today's episode, host Howard Fox sits down with Dr. Matt Harmody, a retired ER physician, mountaineer, endurance athlete, and author of Ascending America. Together, they delve into Dr. Harmody's extraordinary journey—from long-distance running and adventure racing to the deeply personal experience of becoming a living kidney donor.You'll hear how Dr. Harmody's father's battle with kidney disease inspired him not only to pursue a career in medicine but also to take the life-changing step of donating a kidney to someone in need. Despite the physical demands of the procedure, Dr. Harmody shares how donation allowed him—and can allow others—to get back to an active, adventurous lifestyle, all while making a profound impact.This episode goes beyond mountains and finish lines; it's about turning personal challenge into hope, raising awareness for organ donation, and reminding us all of the joy of getting outdoors. Whether you're curious about living organ donation or just looking for a dose of inspiration to fuel your next adventure, this conversation is sure to move you.DISCUSSION00:00 Adventure Racing: Endurance and Navigation04:52 "My Dad's Dialysis Struggle"08:51 Kidney Donation Through Exchange Program12:44 Living Kidney Donation Empowerment14:01 Recovery Timeline for Active Donors20:05 Kidney Transplants and Diversity Insights21:24 Career Reflection and Website Insights27:34 Hope for Kidney Transplant Recipients30:06 "Taking Risks and Believing."32:57 "In the Arena: Living Donation."34:53 "Living Kidney Donation Resources."39:28 "Ascending America: Kidney Donor Adventures."LEARN MORETo learn more about Dr. Matthew and his work, visit his website at https://mattharmodymd.com/ and on his social sites:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/5k50SS/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/5k50ss/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/matthew-harmody-97988311/KIDNEY DONOR RESOURCESNational Kidney Registry: https://www.kidneyregistry.com/National Kidney Donor Organization: https://www.nkdo.org/ NEXT STEPSVisit us at https://outdooradventureseries.com to like, comment, and share our episodes.KEYWORDSMatt Harmody MD, Living Donor, Mountaineer, Endurance Athlete, Author,  Ascending America, Outdoor Adventure Series, Podcast Interview, PodMatch#MattHarmodyMD #LivingDonor #Mountaineer #EnduranceAthlete #Author #AscendingAmerica #OutdoorAdventureSeries #PodcastInterview #PodMatchMy Favorite Podcast Tools: Production by Descript Hosting Buzzsprout Show Notes by Castmagic Website powered by Podpage Be a Podcast Guest by PodMatch Banner Customization by Nano Banana & Canva

Troy Shen of Cervo AI talks about what they do; simplifying customs, compliance & tariffs; people & tech; & how Cervo is changing the narrative for startups.      IN THIS EPISODE WE DISCUSS: [03.28] An introduction to Troy, his background, and how the U.S.-China trade war – and the power and fragility of global trade – ultimately inspired him to build Cervo AI. "My Dad came to the US with $50 in his pocket, and the American Dream." [06.21] Why logisticians are tired of being burned by tech start-ups, the impact on trust across the industry, and what sets Cervo apart. "With every wave of innovation, there are many companies that over-promise and only a few that actually deliver on those promises." "Ultimately, building a world-class solution in this industry isn't achieved by just being good at the technology or just having the domain expertise. It really requires a combination of tech expertise and an obsession with the problem space." [08.00] The range of business ecosystems across the industry, from digital-first to manual and paper-based. [09.48] An overview of Cervo AI – who they are, what they do, and how they help their customers. [10.30] The ideal customer for Cervo AI. [12.25] What the current customs landscape means for forwarders and brokers and, from tariffs to compliance, the biggest challenges making an impact right now. "It's a crazy time in the customs world. Entries that used to take minutes can now take hours or even days because of the constantly-changing complexity… And this introduces more compliance risk, which creates further downstream cost for both customs brokers and forwarders." [14.19] How Cervo AI are helping to give control back to their customers in this complex, changeable landscape. "Teams can process three to four times more entries on the customs side or they can save about 30 minutes per shipment on the operations side." [17.16] The balance between people and technology as AI replaces manual work, what the human side of logistics is going to look like, and the Japanese principle that guides the team at Cervo. [19.39] The problem with change management, and Troy's advice for leaders looking to drive change and build AI-enhanced operations that actually make an impact. "AI isn't the right fit for every company today. But the biggest barrier is rarely the technology. It's often the internal alignment within the organization." [23.16] A case study detailing how Cervo AI helped a key customer achieve over 80% reduction in manual processing time with over 95% accuracy and position for a longer-term transformation, and why AI is a service enhancer, not a detractor. [25.27] What the integration and onboarding process looks like with Cervo AI, for both technology and operations. "It's about being a partner, not just a vendor." [27.44] Cervo's predictions and focus areas for 2026.   RESOURCES AND LINKS MENTIONED:   Head over to Cervo AI's website now to find out more and discover how they could help you too. You can also connect with Cervo AI and keep up to date with the latest over on LinkedIn, or you can connect with Troy on LinkedIn. Check out our other podcasts HERE.

Episode 422Taking you back to 2/19/2019 - This week we feature…my favorite person…ME!! Back, 6 years ago, I was talking about my first experience with seeing/hearing corporal punishment in school…specifically middle school.For those who don't know…I originated in upstate New York and moved to Cleveland in the middle of 6th grade. My Dad took a transfer from then…Saratoga Springs, NY…to Bomb City USA.Within the first few months…I saw a kid I knew (who was in my class) get walked into the boys bathroom by the math teacher…the teacher has a wooden paddle in his hand…and minutes later…SWAT!  And, of course, my man Marcus Esoniza, screeching like a bitch…It was a scarring moment…one that made me think twice about doing ANYTHING sideways…becuase in Cleveland…they will beat you!! Ready to make a “BEST OF” show all your own?? Email Jon Solberg and let him know what you would like to hear on a future episode! As always, thank you for listening!*Don't forget to RATE AND REVIEW THE SHOW ON YOU PODCAST APP*Want to hear more from this episode??? Click the link below to hear the full show:Original Air Date: 2/19/2019Original Full Show Link: CLICK HERE

This week would be my Dad's birthday. If he was still here, spice cake with thick caramel frosting would be in order, and a beautiful cross country ski outing through the snowy forests of Duluth. He taught sociology at the University of Minnesota when I was growing up. Once, while teaching a weekly three-hour Monday-night class, he dressed as a different famous sociologist every week to help get his students interested in the history of his discipline. Isn't that nice? Over the course of his career, he was voted both adviser and professor of the year at the university by his students. There was always a new sociology book lying around our house, with half the text underlined and his untidy notes scrawled in the margins. Whatever had just come out, he had it. He crafted new courses about the civil rights movement, religion in Northern Minnesota, and corporate corruption, to name a few, trying to make sure his classes taught both what he thought was important for students to know more about AND what was current and interesting to them. He took his students to Chicago by train over spring break many times to study the city and its neighborhoods, arranging police ride-alongs (since many of his students were planning to become police officers) and museum visits. He offered extra credit to anyone who would challenge social convention and stand up on a public bus to sing the National Anthem. More than one student boarded a bus with a friend ready to videotape and then changed their mind, realizing just how strong the pull of convention really is. He invited students to examine the role of technology in their lives - way before rejecting screens was all the rage - with his assignment to watch someone else watching T.V. for an hour. I thought about Dad this month as I read Harvard School of Education professor David Perkins' book, Make Learning Whole. Perkins asks educators not to let school become "a bag of information" (173). It's easy to see how that could happen. Students can graduate in a voluminous swirl of facts. Facts from five or six subjects times twelve years. Facts that often got crammed into corners of the mind awaiting tests. Kids could easily leave high school, or even college, with a backpack of facts and very little understanding of how to use them. My Dad didn't let that happen. He had his Sociology of Religion students out in the community visiting different centers of faith and learning about their history and practices. He had his criminology students riding in police cars to learn from actual police. He had students questioning and challenging social norms on buses and in living rooms as they learned about how sociology works. When he had to lecture late on a Monday night to quickly cover the history of sociology, he did so in a costume, trying to help the voice of a historic sociologist come to life through his impersonation. Perkins calls for the idea of learning in a real context, devoting his book to a framework in which students experience the real-world work of a discipline on a level that's reasonable for them. Throughout his book, he calls it "playing the whole game at the junior level." There's a lot to it, and I'd really recommend the book, but at the crux, it's this: kids practice baseball skills so they can play the game. They're willing to play catch, step in the batting cage, and practice their slide because they know they're building up to something that matters to them. In school, we can offer the same thing. Skill practice embedded in a context that's meaningful to our students. Maybe that means researching ethical AI use and presenting solutions to the teaching faculty. Maybe it means writing narratives they eventually enter into the New York Times memoir contest. Maybe it means interviewing local business leaders, learning about graphic design and website construction, and then creating a tourism website for their small town. There are so many ways to bring the real-world work of English into the classroom, and this week, I just want to highly recommend that you plan a whole game of your own. Source: Perkins, David. (2009). Making Learning Whole. Jossey-Bass. Go Further:  Explore alllll the Episodes of The Spark Creativity Teacher Podcast. Snag three free weeks of community-building attendance question slides Join our community, Creative High School English, on Facebook. Come hang out on Instagram.  Enjoying the podcast? Please consider sharing it with a friend, snagging a screenshot to share on the 'gram, or tapping those ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ to help others discover the show. Thank you! 

   Today is a special day for me as I’m spending the day with my father as he celebrates his 99th birthday! 99 full years of life since his birth, thus tomorrow begins his centennial year! Pause and think about all that has transpired in our world since February 26th, 1927!!! My Dad’s greatest hope when he awakens each morning is THAT might be his HOMEGOING day! (Click here to see full text, images and links)    Pastor Doug Anderson    “Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, with our eyes fixed on Jesus…” (Heb. 12:1,2)Have a comment or question about today's chapter? I'm ready to hear from you, contact me here. Interested in helping "Walking with Jesus" financially? Click here

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

An April Fools Prank Goes Awry.By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.“Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.“Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks.“No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.”“Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help.30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.”The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.”Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay.I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.“Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.“Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.”“Awesome, sounds like a plan!”The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were.First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure.I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“"Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair.“No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!”“All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away. "Where we goin?“ I asked."It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out.They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with.I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.“Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said.No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay.I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor.“Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!” Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting. I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!”She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!”“Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!”In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.“Hurry!" I pleaded.She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded.I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair.She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed.I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.”She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.”“What? No!” she protested.“Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth.She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.“You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?”I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container.I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.“Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.”She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before.That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says.“Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course.She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked.It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!”She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says.“From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.”“Is there really a fire, do you think?”“I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.”“What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!”“I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.”The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!”I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said.I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.”“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.“Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her.I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.”“Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me.“I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.”She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.”“So how did you get here?”“I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again.“Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?”“Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.”“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.”She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.”“Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.”“It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.”Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“"Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’”She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.“Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?”“Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?”She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.”Just

I didn't realise when I recorded this podcast back in July 2025 that it would be the last time I ever got to sit with my Dad and have a conversation. For months I've been processing the loss but my mind kept coming back to our conversation and how impactful I thought it could be to others.I wanted to share this with you all because I'd like to give the world an opportunity to see the life lessons my Dad has taught me & ultimately celebrate his life.It's clear to me now that my Dad and I were both chasing the same dream - to build a better life from humble beginnings and ultimately to leave the world better than we found it.My Dad always encouraged me to chase my greatest vision and I hope this conversation gets you to chase yours!Rest in paradise, the legacy continue.Frankie xFollow me on IG: https://www.instagram.com/frankielee Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We often say it's a miracle any movie gets made, but some movies are actual miracles. Groundhog Day (1993) is a perfect example of this, because its three primary creative voices (director Harold Ramis, writer Danny Rubin, and star Bill Murray) were each pulling in different, conflicting directions throughout the movie's production. Somehow, all that dissension led to a perfect object of a film, a hilarious comedy that gets at huge philosophical questions, but not in an annoying way. And it's also a sweet and lovely little romantic comedy... so why did it ruin the decades-long friendship between Ramis and Murray? Plus: Learn all about actual Groundhog Day!    Time stamps: 00:02:40 — History segment: The actual Groundhog Day holiday; screenwriter Danny Rubin writes Groundhog Day on spec and then re-lives his movie for the rest of his life; the intertwining careers of Bill Murray and Harold Ramis, as well as their falling out and eventual reconciliation 00:56:06 — Movie discussion 01:50:00 — Final thoughts & star ratings   Sources: "Harold Ramis Gets the Last Laugh" by Brett Martin | GQ (2009) - https://bit.ly/48T9Ddy "Comedy First: How Harold Ramis's movies have stayed funny for twenty-five years" by Tad Friend | New Yorker (2004) - https://bit.ly/3NcSfIc "Going Back to 'Groundhog Day.' Again." by Bruce Fretts | New York Times (2017) - https://nyti.ms/4qoJs4p "When Every Day Is 'Groundhog Day'" by S.I. Rosenbaum | New York (2017) - https://bit.ly/49bsNKN "How To Write Groundhog Day" by Danny Rubin (2012) - https://amzn.to/3Y9MjSE "Wild and Crazy Guys: How the Comedy Mavericks of the '80s Changed Hollywood Forever" by Nick de Semlyen https://amzn.to/45610u3 "Ghostbuster's Daughter: Life with My Dad, Harold Ramis" by Violet Ramis Stiel https://amzn.to/4pfN3kl    Artwork by Laci Roth.  Check out Laci's coloring videos on YouTube! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-kKLhWb2g0bKA-RrvvLh0Q/    Music by Rural Route Nine. Listen to their album The Joy of Averages on Spotify (https://bit.ly/48WBtUa), Apple Music (https://bit.ly/3Q6kOVC), or YouTube (https://bit.ly/3MbU6tC).   Songs by Rural Route Nine in this episode: "Winston-Salem" - https://youtu.be/-acMutUf8IM "Snake Drama" - https://youtu.be/xrzz8_2Mqkg "The Bible Towers of Bluebonnet" - https://youtu.be/k7wlxTGGEIQ    Follow the show!  Twitter: @1weekrental | @MattStokes9 | @LRothConcepts Facebook: @1weekrental Instagram: @1weekrental TikTok: @1weekrental | @mattstokes9 Letterboxd: @loadbearinglaci | @mattstokes9 Bluesky: @1weekrental.bsky.social   1-Week Rental used to be Load Bearing Beams.

Kilian Korth is a pro trail runner and coach most known for his recent dominance of the 200-mile distance. In 2025, Kilian won the Tahoe 200, Bigfoot 200, and the Moab 240 in a four month span, shattering the cumulative record for the Triple Crown of 200s by more than five hours. He's become viewed as a leader and pioneer in the discipline, rigorously documenting and sharing his learnings from this still nascent competitive sub-category of the sport. This is his first appearance on the podcast.   Subscribe to Kilian's substack     Chapters: 02:35 – Introduction and Early Life 05:30 – The Journey into Ultra Running 08:15 – The Rise of 200-Mile Races 11:16 – Philosophy and Mindset in Ultra Running 14:14 – Training for 200-Milers 17:16 – Strength Training and Its Importance 20:06 – The Role of Intensity in Training 22:55 – Overcoming Challenges and DNF Experiences 25:49 – Self-Reflection and Personal Growth 28:37 – Looking Ahead to Future Races 41:34 – Speed Work: The High-Risk Investment 42:31 – Emerging Training Strategies for 200-Mile Races 44:41 – Family Bonds: Running with My Dad 47:29 – Aiming for the Triple Crown: Goals and Aspirations 48:13 – Lessons from the Tahoe 200: Embracing Slog Miles 49:12 – Bigfoot 200: Fun in the Grind 51:15 – Moab 240: The Importance of Support 52:40 – Breaking Records: Reflections on the Triple Crown 56:15 – Race Strategy: Move Slow, Never Stop 01:00:05 – Recognition in the Ultra Community 01:06:35 – Sponsorships and Building a Brand 01:10:00 – Future Goals: Coca-Dona and Beyond   REGISTER FOR THE BIG ALTA   REGISTER FOR GORGE WATERFALLS   Sponsors:   Grab a trail running pack from Osprey Use code FREETRAIL25 for 25% off your first order of NEVERSECOND nutrition at never2.com Go to ketone.com/freetrail30 for 30% off a subscription of Ketone IQ   Freetrail Links: Website | Freetrail Pro | Patreon | Instagram | YouTube | Freetrail Experts   Dylan Links: Instagram | Twitter | LinkedIn | Strava

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Episode 383 applies Napoleon Hill's timeless principles to sales, showing how decision, persistence, and the mastermind turn inner preparation into consistent results. Learn practical, neuroscience-backed actions to make clear decisions, sustain effort through resistance, and multiply success by aligning with the right people. Welcome back to Season 15 of The Neuroscience Meets Social and Emotional Learning Podcast — where we bridge the science behind social and emotional learning, emotional intelligence, and practical neuroscience to create measurable improvements in well-being, achievement, productivity, and results. I'm Andrea Samadi. And seven years ago, when we launched this podcast, it was driven by a question I had never been taught to ask — either in school, in business, or in life: If productivity and results matter — and they matter now more than ever — how exactly are we using our brain to make them happen? Most of us were never taught how to work with our brain instead of against it. We were taught what to do — but not how to think, decide, persist, or align with others in ways that produce consistent results. That question pulled me into a decade-long exploration of the mind–brain–results connection — and how neuroscience can be applied to everyday decisions, conversations, and performance. That's why this podcast exists. Each week, I bring you the world's leading experts so we can break down complex science — and turn it into practical strategies you can apply immediately for predictable, science-backed outcomes. And that brings us to today's Episode 383 — where we are going back to reconnect to a powerful 6-part series we originally recorded in 2022 around a book that has shaped achievement for generations: Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. Connecting Back to Our 6-Part Think and Grow Rich Series[i] We used that book as a framework to launch our year, back in 2022, walking chapter by chapter through the principles my mentor, Bob Proctor, studied for over 50 years of his life. Not casually. Not occasionally. But as a daily discipline for creating results — in business, health, relationships, and purpose. That 6-part series was about the basics — the inner mechanics that govern all achievement. And those basics still matter just as much today. What we're doing now is not revisiting this material because it's old. We're revisiting it because it's timeless. PART 3 — From Decision to Momentum Decision • Persistence • The Power of the Mastermind In Part 3 today, of our Think and Grow Rich for Sales study, we move from inner preparation to outer execution. Up to this point, the earlier chapters have shaped belief, certainty, vision, and authority. But results are not created by preparation alone. They are created when inner mastery is followed by decisive action, sustained effort, and collective intelligence. This is where most people stall—and where sales mastery is forged. Decision We begin with Decision, the moment where intention becomes irreversible. Indecision leaks certainty. Decision creates momentum. Successful people decide quickly and change course slowly. In sales, this means committing to your value, your process, and your outcome before the conversation begins—so hesitation never enters the room. Persistence Next comes Persistence, the force that carries decisions through resistance, delay, and rejection. Persistence is not intensity—it is refusal to quit when progress is invisible. In sales, persistence keeps conversations alive, turns “no” into information, and allows momentum to compound long after others have disengaged. The Power of the Mastermind Finally, we arrive at The Power of the Mastermind—where individual effort becomes exponential. When two or more minds unite in harmony around a definite purpose, a third force emerges: clarity, creativity, and certainty launch beyond individual thinking. This chapter reveals why no great achievement—and no sustained sales success—is built alone. Decision commits you. Persistence carries you. The Mastermind multiplies you. Together, these three principles turn vision into execution and effort into inevitable results. EP 383 — Think and Grow Rich for Sales where we're applying those same principles through a very specific lens — one I've wanted to explore for a long time. Sales. Not sales as tactics. Not sales as scripts. But sales as the external expression of inner mastery. Because here's the truth: You don't need to be in sales for these principles to work — but if you are in sales, they become a powerful advantage. Why Part 3 Matters Today we're covering Decision, Persistence, and The Power of the Mastermind — the principles that separate intention from execution. Up until now in this series, (PART 1 and PART 2) we've been building the inner foundation: Thought Desire Faith Autosuggestion Specialized Knowledge Imagination Organized Planning Those chapters shape belief, certainty, authority, and vision. But Part 3 is where things get real. Because: Decision is where hesitation ends. Persistence is where most people quit. The Mastermind is where momentum multiplies. This is the phase where inner mastery must turn into consistent action, even when results are delayed, resistance appears, or confidence wavers. How the 6-Part Series Maps Directly to Sales Mastery Every principle we covered in 2022 becomes a sales advantage when applied intentionally. Each chapter: Upgrades your inner state Shapes how you show up in conversations Influences the certainty others feel around you And determines whether opportunities compound… or stall That's why this series is called: Think and Grow Rich for Sales How Inner Mastery Becomes Sales Results Inspired by Think and Grow Rich — through a modern neuroscience + sales lens So today, as we move into Decision, Persistence, and The Power of the Mastermind, ask yourself one question: Where in your life — or your sales process — have you been preparing… but not fully deciding? Because once a decision is made — and backed by persistence and you've got the right people to support you — everything begins to move. Let's begin PART 3. Chapter VIII: Decision Core Idea Decision is the moment where intention becomes irreversible. Success is not delayed by lack of ability, knowledge, or opportunity—it is delayed by indecision. Those who succeed decide quickly, commit fully, and change course slowly. In sales (and life), certainty follows decision, not the other way around.   Sales Application Decide before the call who you are, what you stand for, and the value you bring. This starts with you on the inside, and reflects to others on the outside. Eliminate hesitation by committing to the outcome, not the comfort Stop outsourcing decisions to opinions, objections, or fear of rejection Make decisions promptly, then execute consistently without reopening the question Understand that most stalled deals are not about price or timing—they're about your certainty When you (as the leader) decide fully: Your tone steadies Your message sharpens Your presence communicates leadership Buyers feel that decisiveness immediately. Listener Takeaway Indecision leaks certainty. Decision creates forward momentum. You don't get stuck because you chose the wrong path. You get stuck because you never fully chose one at all. Once a decision is made—and all other options are removed—behavior aligns, confidence follows, and results begin to compound.   The Moment Where Commitment Creates Momentum Napoleon Hill opens Chapter 8 on Decision with a striking conclusion drawn from an accurate analysis of over 25,000 men and women who had experienced failure: “Lack of decision was near the head of the list of the 30 major causes of failure.” (CH 8, p. 157, Think and Grow Rich) Hill is clear—this is not theory. It is fact. Those who succeed, he explains, “had the habit of reaching decisions promptly and of changing these decisions slowly, if and when they were changed.” (CH 8, p. 157) In contrast, those who fail hesitate, (have you ever heard a LEADER say “I don't know?) NEVER! They never second-guess, or remain trapped in indecision—and others often mistake their delay for being cautious. Decision Is a Habit, Not a Moment Hill points to Henry Ford as a living example of decisiveness in action. One of Ford's most outstanding qualities, Hill writes, was “his habit of reaching decisions quickly and definitely, and changing them slowly.” (CH 8, p. 158) This distinction matters. Successful people are not reckless—but once they decide, they commit. They do not constantly reopen the question. They move forward. Hill challenges the reader directly: “You have a brain and mind of your own. Use it, and reach your own decisions.” (CH 8, p. 159) Indecision, he argues, is often the result of allowing the opinions of others to dilute our own thinking. The more people we consult, the more fragmented our certainty becomes. Decision Requires Courage Decision, by its nature, demands courage. Hill reminds us that “the great decisions which served as the foundation of civilization were reached by assuming great risks.” (CH 8, p. 160) History is filled with individuals who stepped forward before there was certainty—people who acted without guarantees, yet changed the course of their lives and the world. This truth resonated deeply with me years ago, before I made the decision to move from Toronto to the United States. Around that time, I purchased a poster that still hangs in my office today. It's on the top of my bookshelf, to the right of my desk in my field of view. At the top of this picture is the word COURAGE, followed by a poem attributed to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: The poster says- *“The moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.” Make your decisions and NEVER look back. Closing Thought — Chapter VIII: Decision Clarity does not come before the decision. Clarity comes because of the decision. The moment you decide—fully, cleanly, and without retreat—your behavior changes, your energy stabilizes, and your certainty becomes visible to others. That certainty is what moves conversations forward, closes deals, and creates momentum. Indecision keeps you negotiating with fear. Decision puts you back in leadership. Once a decision is made, the path begins to reveal itself—and persistence becomes possible. And that's where we're headed next. Chapter IX: Persistence The Force That Turns Intention Into Inevitability Core Idea Persistence is the sustained application of will over time. It is not intensity. It is not motivation. It is refusal to quit when progress is invisible. This is where we need our belief, our faith and imagination to come into play. Napoleon Hill describes persistence as “to character, what carbon is to steel.” (CH 9, p. 178, TAGR) Without it, even the strongest ideas collapse. With it, ordinary effort becomes extraordinary. Those who succeed are often misunderstood—not because they are reckless, but because they are unwilling to stop. Hill writes that successful people are often seen as “cold-blooded or ruthless,” when in reality, “what they have is willpower, which they mix with persistence.” (CH 9, p. 175) Persistence is the bridge between decision and the results that you attain. Sales Application In sales, persistence is not pressure—it is professional resolve. Persistence keeps you in the conversation after the first “no” It transforms rejection into information to uncover more It replaces emotional reaction with strategic and timely follow-up It conditions you to ask better questions instead of walking away A persistent salesperson does not hear “no” as rejection—they hear it as: “Not now” “Not this way” “Not with this information” So they ask: What changed? What would need to be true for this to move forward? Is timing, budget, or authority the real obstacle? Persistence is what allows a salesperson to: Maintain relationships when deals stall To be able to re-enter conversations when conditions change Be remembered when others disappear Without persistence, opportunities die quietly. With persistence, doors reopen. Strengthening Your Persistence Muscle Persistence is not a personality trait—it is a trained discipline. One of the most powerful exercises I learned while working with Bob Proctor was designed specifically to build persistence into habit. The assignment was simple: Read Chapter 9 Persistence from Think and Grow Rich — every day, for 14 days in a row. Miss one day? You start over at Day 1. Years later, in 2019, Paul Martinelli issued the same challenge to me. I thought it would be easy. It wasn't. Life intervenes. Schedules shift. Distractions will appear during your reading time. One morning, as I was reading early in my office, one of my kids came in not feeling well. I put the book down to help her. The day began—and I missed the chapter. What happened next mattered: I had to remove something else from my schedule to stay committed. That's the lesson. Persistence isn't tested when things are convenient. It's tested when something reasonable tries to knock it off course. Try this challenge yourself. Track every day. Notice what shows up to distract you. You'll learn more about yourself in those 14 days than you ever could have expected. Listener Takeaway Persistence compounds quietly. It doesn't announce itself. It doesn't feel dramatic. But over time, it becomes unbeatable. Most people stop just before momentum begins. Persistence is staying in motion long enough for the tide to turn. When to Let Go Persistence is not stubbornness. There are moments when walking away is appropriate—but only after your best effort has been applied. My Dad used to say: “Andrea, what's for you won't go by you.” I've found that to be true. When persistence has been honored—when you've shown up fully, asked the hard questions, followed through consistently—clarity eventually arrives. Sometimes the answer is not yet. Sometimes it's not this. Sometimes it's something better. Force negates. Persistence clarifies. Final Thought — Chapter IX: Persistence Persistence is not heroic in the moment. It is heroic in hindsight. It is the quiet decision to show up again— to follow through again— to believe again— long after most people would have stopped. Without persistence, talent fades. With persistence, effort compounds. And once persistence is in place, the power of the Mastermind becomes unstoppable. That's where we go next. Chapter X: The Power of the Mastermind Why Sales Is Never a Solo Game Collective intelligence multiplies results. Core Idea A Mastermind is not a meeting. It is not networking. It is not collaboration for convenience. A Mastermind is the creation of a third force. Napoleon Hill defines it clearly: “No two minds ever come together without thereby creating a third, invisible, intangible force that may be likened to a third mind.” (CH 10, p. 195, Think and Grow Rich) This chapter reveals that achievement accelerates when two or more minds unite in harmony around a definite purpose. What emerges is a form of collective intelligence—greater than any one individual's thinking. Hill calls this power: “The Master Mind may be defined as coordinated knowledge and effort, in a spirit of harmony, between two or more people, for the attainment of a definite purpose.” (CH 10, p. 195) This is where vision gains momentum—and plans finally move. Sales Application In sales, the Mastermind is a force multiplier. It sharpens thinking beyond individual blind spots It accelerates problem-solving when deals stall It stabilizes certainty when confidence wavers It prevents isolation, which quietly erodes persistence Sales is often practiced alone—but mastery is built together. High-performing sales professionals: Test ideas with trusted thinking partners Debrief losses without ego Share language, patterns, objections, and breakthroughs Borrow certainty when needed—and lend it when others falter When you bring your challenges into the right room, clarity emerges faster. As Hill reminds us: “Plans are inert and useless without sufficient power to translate them into action.” (CH 10, p. 193) The Mastermind is that power. Why the Mastermind Works Hill explains this principle through energy: “The human mind is a form of energy.” (CH 10, p. 196) When minds align, energy compounds. I first felt this power in May of 2001, working in the seminar industry, listening to the late Doug Wead speak on what he called “The Third-Party Principle.” He described it as a triple-braided cord—a force formed when two or more people come together around a shared aim. If you've ever been part of a true Mastermind, you know the feeling: Ideas flow differently Certainty increases Problems shrink Creativity replaces competition You don't leave the same way you arrived. Listener Takeaway You do not need to be the smartest person in the room. You need to be in the right room. Progress accelerates when you stop trying to think your way forward alone. One plus one does not equal two. In a Mastermind, one plus one equals three. Have you ever felt this? The creation of a third mind, when speaking with two or more people? It's a powerful experience. How to Create Your Own Mastermind WHO to Invite People who share your values and beliefs People who think differently than you People who challenge assumptions without attacking identity Hill even notes: “Some of the best sources for creating your own Mastermind are your own employees.” (CH 10, p. 200) Seek harmony, not sameness. WHEN to Meet Commit to a consistent cadence (monthly or quarterly) Meet for at least one year Treat it as non-negotiable Momentum requires continuity. WHAT to Notice Over time, you'll observe: A calm certainty replacing mental noise Creativity emerging where frustration once lived New pathways revealed where you saw roadblocks Others will see progress when you see obstacles. That's the power. Historical Proof Hill reminds us: “Henry Ford began his business career under the handicap of poverty, illiteracy, and ignorance…” (CH 10, p. 197) Ford's most rapid growth began when he aligned with Thomas Edison. Modern examples echo the same truth: Bill Gates Steve Jobs Jeff Bezos None built alone. All relied on thinking partners. Final Thought — Chapter X: The Power of the Mastermind No great achievement is the result of isolated brilliance. It is the result of aligned minds, sustained harmony, and shared purpose. Decision commits you. Persistence carries you. But the Mastermind multiplies you. When the right minds come together, progress no longer depends on force— it becomes inevitable. And with that, the formula is complete.

For as long as I can remember, I felt like I was living in my dad's shadow...and it made me question everything.In this first solo episode of Move Your Mind, I share how comparison and the need for validation can destroy self-trust, and the mindset shifts that helped me step out of that shadow.You'll learn how to change your life by stepping out of comparison, separating your worth from timelines, and taking your next best step forward.Timestamps:(00:00) Living in My Dad's Shadow(00:48) The Struggle with Identity and Control(03:56) The Downward Spiral(07:01) Realizations and Recovery(11:45) Steps to Overcome Comparison(16:29) Practical Exercises for Self-Improvement(19:14) Final Thoughts and EncouragementGet the FREE Move Your Mind Masterclass here:go.nickbracks.com/moveyourmindAccess FREE Move Your Mind training here:https://go.moveyourmind.io/trainingConnect with Nick:Instagram: https://instagram.com/nickbracksWebsite: http://nickbracks.comEmail: contact@nickbracks.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Retired agents Bob Anderson and Carl Larsen review the major role Lou Peters, the owner of a Cadillac dealership in Lodi, California, played in the takedown of mobster Joseph Bonanno, Sr. In 1977, Bonanno had a mob associate approach Lou Peters with an offer to buy his Cadillac dealership, to launder illegal funds. Peters instead met with Bob Anderson, who was assigned the case. Carl Larsen was the technical agent who wired Lou and his undercover apartment for sound. We also invited Lou's daughter, Lori Peters, to review the case with us. She's the author of God, the Mafia, My Dad, and Me. Bob and Carl joined the FBI in the 1960s.  In recognition of Lou Peters' contribution to this case, the Society of Former Special Agents of the FBI annually presents the Louis E. Peters Memorial Award to private citizens who selflessly dedicate their time and service to assist the FBI in uncovering wrongdoing. Check out episode show notes, photos, and related articles:     Buy me a coffee - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/JerriWilliams   Join my Reader Team to get the FBI Reading Resource - Books about the FBI, written by FBI agents, the 20 clichés about the FBI Reality Checklist, and keep up to date on the FBI in books, TV, and movies via my monthly email. Join here. http://eepurl.com/dzCCmL    Check out my FBI books, non-fiction and crime fiction, available as audiobooks, ebooks and paperbacks wherever books are sold. https://jerriwilliams.com/books/e

Welcome to the Chronic Cluckers! A show where we run our mouths and nobody cares! Leave a review and 5 stars, follow on Spotify and Twitch! • Every Episode We Getting Cancelled, Enjoy!• My Dad met Jesse Ventura!• Jesse Ventura is 100% friends with Alex Jones...• Anti what!?• We know who to blame...•Stay tuned, possibly coming live on Twitch again soon! After this episode that may concern you lol kick stream link and more coming soon!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitch.tv/chroniccluckers⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://bsky.app/profile/chroniccluckers.bsky.social⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitter.com/chroniccluckers⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzqK7HBEw3gjXBPODacaJmw⁠Preparing to nFect America soon!

My Dad said there would never be another Kareem. And people said there would never be another Joe Montana. No one would ever score as many goals as Wayne Gretzky. But- they were all wrong. Are we going to be wrong too?

Welcome to the final chapter of The Pulse of the Midwest mini-series on The Eric Mueller Show.Episode 100 is a full-circle moment for me. To close out the series, I'm sitting down with my lifelong inspiration, role model, and the man who helped shape my values and definition of success. My Dad, Jeff Mueller.This conversation isn't about titles or accolades. It's about character, consistency, and showing up the right way over a lifetime. We talk about the lessons learned through hard work, integrity, resilience, and family, and how those values guided his decisions through both wins and challenges.As the final installment of The Pulse of the Midwest, this episode represents the foundation behind the series. The steady work ethic, grounded perspective, and quiet strength that define the Midwest and the people who come from it.This is a conversation about legacy, long-term thinking, and investing in what truly matters. Episode 100 is more than a milestone. It's a reminder of where it all starts.“Enjoy the ride because you never know when the ride ends.” - Jeff MuellerHighlights of the episode:Why experiences and shared memories create the greatest long-term equityThe danger of living too far in the future and the importance of staying present todayPractical ways to reduce anxiety by compartmentalizing what you can and can't controlA simple but powerful life analogy using baking a cake that you won't want to missWhy happiness is a choice and how perspective plays a role in fulfillmentTo celebrate Episode 100, The Eric Mueller Show merch is now live at WorldofEMU.com.Follow @ericmuellershow for podcast content and @worldofemu for everything EMU.----------------------------------------------------------------------Subscribe to the show:Apple PodcastsEricRMueller.comSpotify

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Tired of your health issues? Top gastroenterologist DR WILL BULSIEWICZ reveals NEW information about how leaky gut drives inflammation, cancer risk, bloating and brain fog, and the daily habits to heal FAST.  Dr Will Bulsiewicz is one of the world's leading experts on the gut microbiome. He is the US Medical Director at ZOE, a clinician at Lowcountry Gastroenterology Associates, and bestselling author of “Fibre Fueled” and the upcoming book, “Plant Powered Plus”. He explains:  ◼️Why inflammation is driven by the gut, not just genetics ◼️How leaky gut triggers bloating and immune dysfunction ◼️The gut-immune link behind cancer and chronic disease ◼️Why fermented foods and fibre rebuild the microbiome ◼️How the gut-brain connection shapes mood, focus, and longevity (00:00) Intro   (03:28) What Is Inflammation?   (05:36) Can You Be Thin and Still Have Inflammation?   (06:11) Why Does Chronic Inflammation Happen?   (07:11) The Shocking Link Between Inflammation and Gut Health   (10:47) Chronic Inflammation Causes These Diseases   (12:17) The Importance of a Healthy Gut   (12:52) Faecal Transplants to Heal the Gut   (15:26) Link Between Gut Microbiome and Cancer   (18:19) Parkinson's Could Start in the Gut   (20:40) Can Anyone Get a Faecal Transplant?   (21:22) A Lot of Us Have Gut Issues   (23:37) Does Gas and Bloating Indicate a Health Issue?   (31:34) Everyone Thinks They're Gluten Intolerant   (32:36) Processing Issues With Gluten   (35:04) Is Sourdough the Best Bread?   (36:13) Your Gluten Intolerance Might Be This Instead   (38:18) How Long Does It Take to Repair the Gut?   (41:17) What Causes Bowel Diseases?   (42:42) Antibiotics Double Your Risk of Bowel Disease   (43:16) Fixing a Chronic Gut Issue With a Fecal Transplant   (47:46) What Diet Trends Spread Misinformation?   (51:54) Fibremaxxing and the Importance of Fibre   (54:48) Best Foods to Eat for Fibre   (59:11) How Fibre Affects Immunity and Ageing   (1:00:00) This Is What Alcohol Does to the Gut   (1:05:34) Ads   (1:07:24) Benefits of Turmeric   (1:09:22) Dr Will's Perfect Gut Day   (1:19:40) Good Breakfast for Children   (1:20:44) What Would Impact Your Child's Gut Health?   (1:25:22) Dr Will's Perfect Gut Day   (1:33:19) Optimal Time to Workout   (1:34:56) Perfect Time Between Meals   (1:35:54) Perfect Evening Routine   (1:39:23) Would You Recommend Fasting?   (1:42:21) Ads   (1:44:18) Trauma Impacts Gut Function   (1:49:35) How Would I Heal My Trauma-Related Gut Issues?   (1:50:42) Stool Test – Is Your Gut Healthy?   (1:53:33) Magnesium for Constipation and Sleep   (1:55:03) This Is Easier Than You Think – 4 Things You Need   (1:58:58) Dr Will's Transformation   (2:05:02) Message to My Dad   (2:09:34) Your Biggest Regret   Follow Dr Will: Instagram - https://bit.ly/457iRAx The Gut Health MD - https://bit.ly/4p2svLU  TikTok - https://bit.ly/4pHvnil  You can purchase Dr Will Bulsiewicz's upcoming book, ‘Plant Powered Plus: Activate the Power of Your Gut to Tame Inflammation and Reclaim Your Health', here: https://amzn.to/45hIcb1 The Diary Of A CEO: ◼️Join DOAC circle here - https://doaccircle.com/  ◼️Buy The Diary Of A CEO book here - https://smarturl.it/DOACbook  ◼️The 1% Diary is back - limited time only: https://bit.ly/3YFbJbt  ◼️The Diary Of A CEO Conversation Cards (Second Edition): https://g2ul0.app.link/f31dsUttKKb  ◼️Get email updates - https://bit.ly/diary-of-a-ceo-yt  ◼️Follow Steven - https://g2ul0.app.link/gnGqL4IsKKb  Sponsors: Stan: NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED. For Official Rules, visithttps://DaretoDream.stan.store Adobe Express -https://Adobe.Ly/OneBetter Fiverr:https://fiverr.com/diary and get 10% off your first order when you use code DIARY

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On this week's episode of Female Gaze: The Film Club, Morgan is joined by returning guest, Tina Kakadelis, critic from Beyond the Cinerama Dome and host of the podcast Movies with My Dad. Tina is back on the podcast to discuss Miranda July's 2020 film, "Kajillionaire." Tina and Morgan dive into the prickly family dynamics of the film, the schemes of Old Dolio, and how the film interrogates the desire for connection. You can find Beyond the Cinerama DomeWebsiteYou can follow TinaLetterboxdInstagramYou can follow Female Gaze: The Film ClubInstagramBlueSkyWebsite

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I have done a number of podcasts on calling, but as I don't believe anyone has the definitive definition of what a calling is and what your's might be, I am a fan of a continued discussion with various experts. I spent many years talking about calling and purpose as some holy grail discovery. Even as I did so many different things vocationally and personally, all the while feeling very fulfilled and inspired in my work. It wasn't until I had kids in high school and became concerned about finding that big, one thing, that I started to understand calling not just as one role, but more as a position I can engage with in many, many areas. A few years ago I sat down with someone I learned to view as a sage regarding calling. My Dad, Dan Miller, famed author of 48 Days To The Work & Life Love. He helped so many people expand their understanding of themselves and what they had to offer. Which was offerings that transferred to many, many applications. He'd so often find someone who had been wildly successful in the corporate world or in business or even areas of life like athletics or politics, but whose role in those areas came to an end. And they had no idea how to transfer their skills to something else. And for that matter, were not clear on what their skills were. And how they related to what really called to their hearts. So in this conversation we discuss the myth of a narrow calling, and even address what a true “calling” is anyway. My father passed away, but his profound work lives on at 48days.com. Sign up for your $1/month trial period at shopify.com/kevin Go to shipstation.com and use code KEVIN to start your free trial. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Did you know authenticity helps you manifest instantly?In this episode, me and one of my best friends Isabelle chat about the importance of being authentic and true to oneself in the podcasting world and beyond. We cover topics such as the 4th dimension, Kundalini energy, and quantum manifestation. We also emphasize the significance of speaking positive words, being patient, and living in the present to achieve one's highest potential. Everything in DIVINE TIMING BABY....00:00 Introduction 00:21 The Power of Words and Positive Speaking00:47 Navigating Waiting Periods and Manifestation01:09 Welcome to the Podcast with Isabelle01:30 Authentic Conversations and Podcasting Style02:11 Introduction to the Fourth Dimension02:58 Isabelle Keating's Background and Kundalini Energy04:06 The Shift in Social Norms and Consciousness07:46 The Role of Authenticity in Social Media12:01 The Importance of Living in the Present18:25 The Wellness Trend and Kundalini Energy19:56 Overcoming Hardships and Achieving Alignment27:30 Building and Creating Together27:45 Lessons from My Dad's Business Journey28:47 Quantum Jumping and Focusing on the Future31:24 Manifesting Through Words and Thoughts42:30 The Power of Patience and Divine Timing47:46 Embracing the Present and Self-Love48:58 Mastering Time and Energy in the 4D52:10 Decide and Command Your Reality53:50 Closing Thoughts and Gratitude

Go to www.LearningLeader.com for full show notes This is brought to you by Insight Global. If you need to hire 1 person, hire a team of people, or transform your business through Talent or Technical Services, Insight Global's team of 30,000 people around the world have the hustle and grit to deliver. www.InsightGlobal.com/LearningLeader My guest: Sam Lessin is a Partner at Slow Ventures, with prior experience as Vice President of Product Management at Facebook and CEO of Drop.io. His career highlights include serving as a key executive at Facebook, leading product management efforts, and successfully co-founding Fin. His current role at Slow Ventures involves investing in innovative startups across various sectors, showcasing his expertise in entrepreneurship and venture capital. Notes: Key Learnings The 4:30 AM Advantage – Sam's father would be at his desk by 4:30 AM every day, saying, "It's easy to look smart if you have a several-hour head start on everyone else." Early work creates compounding advantages over time. Either Be Early or Be Late, Don't Be On Time – Father's wisdom about timing and seasons. Start your career super early to get ahead, or strategically wait and come in later. Timing matters more than perfect preparation. Joy as the Ultimate Competitive Advantage – "I just don't think that in the long run, angry people win." Look for joyful people in hiring and partnerships because joy is sustainable while anger burns out. Type Two Fun Builds Resilience – Type 1 fun is enjoyable while doing it (rollercoaster). Type 2 fun "completely sucks while you're doing it, but there's joy on the other side" (climbing mountains, marathons). Entrepreneurs need Type 2 fun experiences. Practice Voluntary Hardship – Sam ran a sub-3-hour marathon and got a pilot's license not for love of activities, but for "practice moments" of perseverance. Creates evidence that you can handle business adversity. Right Person, Right Opportunity, Right Time – Don't ask "is this a great person?" Ask, "Is it the right person at the right moment?" Success requires all three elements to align, not just talent. Write Publicly for Intellectual Receipts – "If you can't write the check, write me the thesis and timestamp it." Writing creates accountability, proves thinking ability, and builds reputation over time. Nobody Knows What They're Doing – Working at Bain taught Sam that even prestigious companies "have no idea what you're doing." This is liberating—you can figure it out too. Big Things Take Time (Slow Ventures Philosophy) – Most success isn't quick wins. Venmo took "so many turns of the crank." Be patient finding the right wind, then sail fast when you catch it. Embrace Being Wrong Most of the Time – Seed investing means "you're mostly wrong, you mostly lose money." Success comes from being very right occasionally, not being right consistently. The Solana 2000x Return Story – Put in $400K, returned 2000x to LPs. Success came from the intersection of thesis (looking for "Ethereum killer") and relationships (following Raj Gokal through multiple startups). Use Humor and Authenticity as Filters – Slow Ventures website looks like a law firm in tuxedos "on purpose." If you don't think it's funny, "you're not who we want to invest in." Writing Pushes Away Wrong People – "I really like to be not liked by the people I don't want to work with." Authentic writing attracts the right people and repels the wrong ones. Manufacturing Hardship for Privileged Kids – "Tiger Dad" sports culture might be a misguided attempt to create necessary adversity for wealthy children who lack natural hardships. I loved the throughline of this whole conversation being about his dad, working exceptionally hard, and having joy and excitement for the journey. Maybe it was the near-death experiences that his dad had that led to that mindset. Regardless, it's something we can all learn from. We want to be around optimistic people who have joy and love for what they're doing… Nobody knows what they're doing. We're all figuring it out as we go. You'll never learn unless you go out and do the thing. Figure it out as you go. Just get started. And iterate. Learn. Try again. And keep going. Advice from Sam – Write publicly. You don't know what you think until you get your thoughts out of your head onto the page. And if you publish them, you have a record of the journey. Also, you might attract someone to work with. That is how Jack Raines (guest on episode #539) caught Sam's attention, and now they work together. Useful Quotes: "It's easy to look smart if you have a several-hour head start on everyone else." "I just don't think that in the long run, angry people win." "Either be early or be late, don't be on time." "The right question is, is it the right person at the right moment?" "Writing is thinking. If you can't write, you can't think." "I feel like a tenured professor of capitalism—responsible to make a lot of money over the long term by being very right every once in a while with permission to be wrong all the time." "One of the most insulting things you can call someone is a market participant." "The beauty of the internet is so big. The right people find you." "Big things take time." "Life's short. Is this really what you're spending your time on?" Apply to be part of my next Learning Leader Circle. Time Stamps: 00:11 Sam's Dad's Unique Career Path 00:39 Life Lessons from My Dad 04:35 The Trade-offs of Hard Work 06:57 Betting on the Right People 07:23 The Importance of Joy in Success 10:39 Overcoming Hardships and Building Resilience 20:40 My Journey: From Harvard to Bain 26:06 Joining Facebook and Learning from Mark Zuckerberg 29:36 Balancing Joy and Competitive Spirit 30:15 The Story of Rippling and Parker 31:48 The Solana Investment Journey 34:33 The Importance of Writing and Public Thought 41:07 The Philosophy Behind Slow Ventures 52:54 Advice for Aspiring Venture Capitalists 55:46 Future Plans

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Renting is smarter than buying?! Personal Finance Expert Nischa Shah breaks down the 65-20-15 hack to making money, why saving for a house might RUIN your path to financial freedom, and how to build REAL wealth through passive income, smart money habits, and beginner-friendly investing strategies. Nischa Shah is a qualified accountant and ex-investment banker who walked away from a 6-figure career to teach millions how to take control of their money. She's the creator of the fast-growing YouTube channel ‘Nischa' with over 1 million subscribers, where she breaks down debt, saving, and investing.  She explains:  ◻️The 65-20-15 money framework that generates passive income without a job. ◻️How to invest in index funds and retire early with compound interest. ◻️Why your job might be making you poorer every day.  ◻️The dangerous lie about “saving = security” and what to do instead. ◻️Why the credit card trap is costing you thousands without you realising. 00:00 Intro 02:28 My Mission to Spread Actionable Money Tips 04:28 Trauma and the Link to Money Attachment Styles 08:34 The 4 Steps to Take Control of Your Finances 11:58 Paying Your Debts 13:55 The Emergency Financial Buffer We All Need 15:07 What to Do With Saved Money 17:09 Do These 3 Things Before Investing 20:00 Why You Should Save for Retirement 22:56 Spending Money for External Validation 27:36 What to Invest In 31:09 How to Get a Salary Raise 37:07 Is Buying a House a Good Investment? 44:44 What Is Opportunity Cost? 48:54 Should You Split Your Investments? 53:42 What Does Nisha's Portfolio Look Like? 56:40 Ads 57:31 The Best Book to Learn About Finance 01:01:15 Should I Buy or Lease a Car? 01:04:35 Should We Sacrifice Some of Our Enjoyments? 01:07:30 What's the Best Way to Track Your Numbers? 01:11:12 The Role of Money in Relationships 01:16:18 What Is Passive Income and How to Get It 01:21:59 Ads 01:23:48 Making Millions With YouTube 01:29:41 Doing Your Finances With AI 01:36:28 The Importance of Your Credit Score 01:45:20 What Would You Not Spend Money On? 01:48:52 My Dad's Words Changed Me 01:57:57 I Felt So Much Pain During My Career 02:01:21 Your Hardest Day Follow Nischa: YouTube - https://bit.ly/4kHiVMl  Instagram - https://bit.ly/3Ui6eNd