Mike is a newly published author who believes in the best this life has. He has a positive energy and is always willing to help those that seek out his help. He's an enabler, a catalyst that’s willing to set the bonfire of your soul aflame. He has burning desire to help others come alive, to find the dreams once held in the heart. His intent is to help as many people as he possibly can, to bring joy to as many lives as he can, and to empower as many people as he can, and to find the life of dreams again…
His life has been comprised of experience, experiences that have lead him to this point in his life. He wishes to share what it is he has learned along the way so that all will enjoy the time we have…
This is a concise book of what we share as individuals and how to get where you want in life, through founded principals given to us through life.
As I sit here with the blank page staring at me I am instantly reminded as to why I wrote this book. I wrote this book for you.., you holding this book in your hands, searching for more in your life, wanting to be more, to offer more, and to live... To live the life of dreams is something we all started out wanting, but for one reason or another it slipped out of our sight. This book is for you and the dreams you have. You will find your way back to what you are and along the journey you will live a Pecunious life. I wish you well on the beautiful journey we call life.
I am writing this book specifically for you, in my own style and with all the quirks and mistakes that could be pointed out by anyone planning to criticize this work. I am not submitting this to a professor hoping for an “A” nor am I trying to write something academically perfect. I would like to emphasize the fact that I am neither a literary scholar nor a highly skilled author. Please do not mistake this however with a lack of confidence on my part. What I am striving to accomplish is to take the things I’ve learned and experienced throughout my life and share them with you in the hopes that some of it will inspire or enlighten you. This book is written from my heart. For this opportunity I am forever grateful and hope these words fill you with the energy and warmth that flows through me. I hope this will provide you with a roadmap that will ultimately lead you to a Pecunious Life.
My wish is that this book will become a positive source of energy for you on your journey through this life.
I have had many life-changing experiences throughout my life, and they have helped mold me into who I am now. I wish to share some of my experiences with you only for the sake of giving you a background of where I come from, nothing more. I am fully aware that there are others that have had, are having, and will have more challenging life experiences and from them we should be even more inspired by their energy and perseverance.
In 1976 on a mid August afternoon, when I was nine, I witnessed an accident that took the life of the woman I considered to be my mother and put my father in the hospital for weeks. That image is still as fresh in my mind today as it was on the day it happened.
My brother and I were on summer vacation from school. The summers in Colorado were always filled with adventure for us. Sometimes we would drive cross-country to our grandparent’s house for the summer. Other times we would spend the summer exploring the vast expanses of ranch we lived on.
This particular summer some of our relatives came out to see us and to see the majestic grandeur of the Rocky Mountains. The ranch was big and we had plenty of room, but the visit gave my brother and me an excuse to sleep outside in the camper. On that faithful day our parents and relatives decided to go caravanning into the Great Rocky Mountains. The relatives lived out in the flat lands of the east and had never seen real mountains, so it was our duty to show them. This was an experience none of us would soon forget.
The day started out as most big family gathering do with people busy doing this and that, getting ready to go out for the daytrip. For me all those details have been lost. I can’t remember if we took two or three cars. I can’t remember all of the relatives who were there, but I do remember the truck that was fire-engine red with a blue trailer as it was sliding sideways down the four lane highway. I remember the pavement was soaked from the drizzling rain and from the moment the trailer went sideways the world went into slow motion. The drainage pipes started sliding off the trailer one by one, bouncing and sliding into the median. It was as if the movie wanted me to pay close attention to the succeeding details without missing a thing, it was surreal. The truck was trying to correct the slide, but couldn’t with the trailer already moving in its own direction. Our car was just passing the truck, and then the collision took place. The truck plowed into the driver’s side of the car my parents were in, crushing the driver’s side and shoving the vehicle down a ravine and out of sight…
My memory flashes back to the point where I’m walking back to my parent’s vehicle. I notice the wildflowers on the side of the road, the colors are so brilliant. Yellow, purple these flowers seem as if they’re glowing with the brilliance of stars. The people are scurrying everywhere, but in slow motion and in silence. I can’t hear anything, not the screaming or the crying.., but the colors.., the colors stand out in my mind like that of a first kiss or of a first love. I can’t remember ever seeing colors so vivid.
I reach my parents’ vehicle lying lifeless ten or fifteen feet down in the gully. The car is soaked from the drizzling rain, glass is scattered on the trunk of the car and the ground behind it. The driver’s side is crushed, the windows on the driver’s side are all broken, the back window, is broken and so are my parents. No one is moving in the car, not even the other relatives who are passengers. I’ve seen enough.., I guess.., because I turn and walk away in silence.
Everything, everything is completely silent still. I see my cousin’s contorted face. She looks as if she is screaming and crying, but I don’t hear her. I am completely devoid of all my senses except my vision, the colors; the colors are so vivid and mesmerizing. I look up to see the rain and in it the hues of the rainbow so beautiful and brilliant. I’m amazed at the color I’m seeing. This is the start of a journey, a journey of experience that has helped mold who I am, and so I move on.