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Book Review: "The Traveler's Gift"


Why Read?

Reading takes us from where we have been, or are to where we can go or be!

Why Read,
 "The Traveler's Gift, Seven Decisions That Determine Personal Success"
 by Andy Andrews?

It will change your thinking as Mr. Ponder goes from successful but exhausted professional to broke and unemployed and traveling through time as he learns seven critical decisions.  

 This book overflows with vision, passion and courage that seeps through the pages like a slow rain onto very dry ground.

We are where we are because of our thinking.  "We are all in situations of our own choosing.  Our thinking creates a pathway to success or failure." (Andrews P. 26)


"In great deed, something abides.  
On great fields, something stays.  
Forms change and pass, bodies disappear but spirits linger to consecrate ground for the vision place of the soul.  
And reverent men and women from afar and generations that know us not and that we know not of, shall come here to ponder and to dream and the power of the vision shall pass into their souls." 
Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain.


The Decisions:
1.  The Buck Stops Here.
2.  I Will Seek Wisdom.
3.  I Am A Person of Action.
4.  I Have A Decided Heart.
5.  Today I Will Choose To Be Happy.
6.  I Will Greet This Day With a Forgiving Spirit.
7.  I Will Persist Without Exception.

 
 The Traveler's Gift  2002
Andy Andrews
Thomas Nelson 
Nashville  Dallas  Mexico City  Rio De Janeiro
www.AndyAndrews.com
 
 Other Books that I am Ordering ASAP:
Mastering the Seven Decisions
The Noticer
The Heart Mender
The Butterfly Effect


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