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SPECIAL BOOK RELEASE ISSUE We've been busy this month putting the book on the bookshelves of Australia's bookstores. I've got to tell you, it's not an easy job. This has to be expected. I'm not a famous author, the book and its ideas are new, we don't have a big publisher and we don't have an expensive publicity machine. What we do have, of course, is you and a whole bunch of other people who believe in the project. The power point show that you received a week or so ago has been spreading around the internet ether. You might be surprised how many people DON'T click the link back to the web site. But, that is the whole point we're making about the winner/loser world - we are cautious about participating. I don't want to be too pushy (although that might be a useful thing!), but it would be really useful if you gave your email list that you sent the power point show a reminder to look at it, click into the website and send it on. Maybe tell them they can be in a draw to win a holiday - let the winner/loser greed inspire them to engage! That's interesting... And now to announce our fourth, BIG giveaway...
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The LEURA ACCOMMODATION GIVEAWAY .
Our happy recipient is: Lulu Amoloria from Sydney. Hooray!!! SPECIAL EXTRA GIVEAWAY IN MARCH, 2007!
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In This Issue
Quotable QuotesLife Tip - Hugs Book excerpt - The Second Parable |
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Quotable Quotes Submitted by Angus "I am not young enough to know everything." Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
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There are Life Tips on the web site, but we'll put more here.
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When do kids need a hug? How much is too much affection? Maybe there's never
This was written to deal with the stress of a very difficult time. |
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Book Reviews
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Book Extract
The Second Parable (from pp 195-196) Every year Harold, the duck, flew south for the winter. This year he was sick of it. Maybe it was his mid-life crisis. He was, after all, nearly 7. So, this year, Harold wasn't flying anywhere. All his friends and family tried to talk him out of it, but eventually everyone left and Harold stood defiantly on his own. Winter began to close in and Harold learnt something new. Winter is very cold. He began to shiver and no amount of fluffing his feathers helped. Eventually he realised that flying south may have been a good idea after all. Better late than never and off he flew. But it was even colder up in the sky. Ice began to form on his wings and it was harder and harder to flap until finally he could flap no more. He did his best to glide down to land. His wings were frozen and he figured that this was the end. He was a dead duck. To be killed in a crash landing is very rare and very embarrassing. Harold saw a field below with heavy grass so he aimed for the grassiest spot. It was a bit rough, but he survived. It was very exhilarating. As he lay there, trying to get his breath, Harold saw a cow wandering towards him. Now he wondered if he was going to be killed under the hooves of the cow. He'd never heard of a duck dying like that. To his amazement the cow stopped right over the top of Harold. He opened one of his eyes that had been squeezed shut in anticipation of being squashed and he looked up just in time to see the cow lift its tail. The cow was about to release a cowpat right on top of Harold. His wings were still frozen so there was no way to escape. What duck had ever been killed by a cowpat? This was just terrible. The cowpat splattered all over Harold, but instead of killing him, Harold began to feel warm. He was able to move his wings. He could stand up, but now the sticky, grassy mess of the cowpat was holding him down. It dawned on Harold that he might drown in this horrible cowpat. He was not having a good day. Out of the corner of his eye Harold saw a tabby cat strolling through the grass. What if the cat could pull him out of this stinking cowpat? With a bit of help Harold could see that he might survive this whole disaster of a day. He stood up as best he could and flapped his wings as much as they would in the sticky mess. The cat looked over in his direction. It stopped and stared. Harold moved up and down and flapped like crazy. The cat began to come toward Harold so he kept flapping. The cat seemed to get quite excited and began to bound over the tufted grass toward Harold who now began to truly believe he would be saved. As quick as you like the cat pulled Harold from the cowpat and shook him a few times to get rid of the excess cow-dung from his feathers. Then, just as quick as he pleased the cat ate Harold in a couple of mouthfuls.
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