<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:16:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lastbreathproject</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-8358449168609957510</id><published>2009-10-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:04:13.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought this was a great insight on the matter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My standards for earning a black belt, of any rank, have been set by people who have either set a standard for their own lives that is wonderfully high –or they  have, through some life-journey, knowingly (or unknowingly) embarked upon a path that required them to be people, to be human beings, of the most extraordinary kind.&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate testing board for black belt –especially high ranking black belts, could (and should) be made up of people who have demonstrated genuine courage in the face of danger; who have achieved things that made the world a better place; who, against enormous odds, have succeeded in serving as living examples of the best-of-the-best that a man or woman can be.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking ass is easy; being a cognizant, involved, compassionate, make-a-difference human being, now THAT is tough. That's what I want from myself -and from my students.  &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? What does someone have to lose by seeking to be a human being of the highest order?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s measure our accomplishments against those of Mohammed Ali, against Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Eleanor Roosevelt, Martin Luther King, Per Anger, Oskar Schindler, Jimmy Carter, and other people, living and of history, that represent life-purpose mastery. Let’s give up the crazy quest for more and useless material wealth/garbage and start being human beings who represent something worth being.&lt;br /&gt;This is, as a teacher, what I’m thinking about when you step on my mat. This level of accomplishment is what I’m thinking about when I think about my next black belt test –which is my life.&lt;br /&gt;My life is my dojo. My black belt test is my life –and my goal is to live like a champion in the world, for myself and others, and to act like today is my black belt test. &lt;br /&gt;This is known as "the practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Callos-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-8358449168609957510?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8358449168609957510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=8358449168609957510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/8358449168609957510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/8358449168609957510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-this-was-great-insight-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-3679899044468583623</id><published>2009-10-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:47:41.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slips away doesn't it?  In August it was 1 year since my dog Angel passed.  I spent the day in reverence of her memory.  My son Roman is getting bigger by the day.  Summer flew by.  With Autumn here and the amazing colors on the trees.  It will be winter soon, Thanksgiving, Christmas, on and on it goes.  I want to slow it all down, but alas I can't.  I must pause and give thanks to all who brighten my days.  My wife... Thank you, I love you so much. You are the most amazing wife.  I am so lucky.  You are my light and the most amazing mother to our son.  Thanks to my son Roman who makes my life complete.  Thanks to my doggies who teach me every day to live fully in each moment.  To my mom who is the most amazing mother one could ask for.  To my sister who is an amazing mother in her own right.  To all of my wonderful friends, you are amazing individuals.  Finally, I give thanks to God.... that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-3679899044468583623?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3679899044468583623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=3679899044468583623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/3679899044468583623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/3679899044468583623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-2551116629763695105</id><published>2009-07-28T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:28:48.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Hungry</title><content type='html'>Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose today to consume a little less.  Eat less, waste less, just minimize a little.  It is by staying hungry, that we feel alive.  It is by over consumption that we became lazy, lethargic, and blind to the reality of being.  Today... push away from the table before you are full, remember what it feels like to be a little hungry.  Feel what it's like to be alive again. more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-2551116629763695105?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2551116629763695105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=2551116629763695105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/2551116629763695105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/2551116629763695105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/stay-hungry.html' title='Stay Hungry'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-4215250223476859130</id><published>2009-07-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:41:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my son</title><content type='html'>To my son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times they are a changin-  I have been listening to this timeless Bob Dylan song a lot lately.  It is poignant to me in many ways, not only personally (marriage, and a new baby), but also in the broader sense of the world in which I live.  The economic downturn, the opportunity to find ourselves again. It's a chance to reclaim our honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we hear "If only so and so wasn't in office" or "If only I could catch a break", or better still "Why can't I have the luck of so and so"  Well... I believe... wait... I know, that we need this uncertainty, we need strife, and we need a return to the hard working, "I make my own luck" attitude of the "Greatest Generation"  With the World War II Generation there was very little sense of entitlement,  a man knew it was up to him to provide for his family, it was his duty to serve his country, and disputes were handled face to face, not in the cowardly courtrooms of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we return?  How do we get back to Honor, Duty, and Commitment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some ideas......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-4215250223476859130?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4215250223476859130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=4215250223476859130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/4215250223476859130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/4215250223476859130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-son.html' title='To my son'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-2116977628288739584</id><published>2009-06-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:28:39.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child is Born</title><content type='html'>Almost one week ago, my son was born.  It was an awe inspiring event that has changed me deeply.  I love him in a way that I did not know was possible.  I feel humbled from the experience.  I love you Roman!  On this Father's Day, I make this promise to you Roman, I will defend you, and take care of you until the day I die.  You are my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-2116977628288739584?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2116977628288739584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=2116977628288739584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/2116977628288739584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/2116977628288739584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/child-is-born.html' title='A Child is Born'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-6000118245754828910</id><published>2009-04-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:32:43.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationalizing Dishonor</title><content type='html'>Honor.... It's an all or nothing proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these turbulent times, economic uncertainty, moral crisis, and plain old fear are the order of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day.  It is easy to turn a blind eye to "Doin the right thing".  We tend to feel justified in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "two wrongs make a right" way of handling things.  I have been there, waded in that deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abyss. We must resolve to hold to our principles in these tough times, just because someone lies, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or steals, or wrongs us in any way, does not make it ok to lose sight of our own honor.  Honor is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwaivering.  Honor is what gets us through.  If we hold to our honor in tough times, it will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly make the biggest difference in all of our lives.  I admonish you to live this day with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honor, and I, as always, will try and do my part.  God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beautiful mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-6000118245754828910?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6000118245754828910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=6000118245754828910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6000118245754828910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6000118245754828910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/rationalizing-dishonor.html' title='Rationalizing Dishonor'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-6677129251632131794</id><published>2009-02-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:02:56.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Real?</title><content type='html'>Hey Gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post... sometimes it's hard to find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, the Throwdown Fight Show came and went... and with it some good victories, a couple of dissapointments, and alot of hard work.  It's times like these, that I sit back, and realize what's really important.  It's not winning, or losing.  It's not making money, or not.  It's what we find out about ourselves. What lessons we take from experience.  Life is about overcoming adversity.  It's a constant buffet of choices.  Do we push forward?  Do we overcome? or do we regress, and be vanquished?  I, for one, choose the road of progress.  I take with me, this day, the lessons life has so perfectly laid before me. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-6677129251632131794?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6677129251632131794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=6677129251632131794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6677129251632131794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6677129251632131794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-real.html' title='What is Real?'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-7711889796721996787</id><published>2008-12-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:09:03.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another monday morning coming down...</title><content type='html'>Hey Gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here at my desk in beautiful Timberlakes Utah, and snow is puking from the sky.  A beautiful monday getting started.  I love my home!  I took a break from typing... made some eggs, put on my snow pants, getting ready to take Belg and Zeus out into the woods behind my house.  I am so happy to have this sanctuary, away from the nonsense.  I encourage anyone reading this to get out into the snow, reconnect with nature, and the stillness that is there.  I wish everyone a happy holidays, and I am off to heed my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-7711889796721996787?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7711889796721996787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=7711889796721996787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/7711889796721996787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/7711889796721996787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-monday-morning-coming-down.html' title='Another monday morning coming down...'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-7564034928853002767</id><published>2008-12-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:59:54.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature of Things...</title><content type='html'>Hey there cyberspace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be all over the place in my thoughts lately.  I sometimes snap out of this strange illusion called life, and ponder the meaning of it all.  I think about my dog Angel alot.  I really miss that dog.  I get caught up in this life thing, making money, dealing with the ego, mine mostly.  I am continually trying to remember what is really important.  Why is it so hard to keep things in perspective?  Why is it so hard to keep remembering what I really am.  Sometimes it's hard even relating to another human being about the crazy thoughts that run through this grey matter.  Maybe that's why I wake up in the morning and share it on hikes with my dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the mountains, UT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-7564034928853002767?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7564034928853002767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=7564034928853002767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/7564034928853002767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/7564034928853002767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/nature-of-things.html' title='The Nature of Things...'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-6726488249446057554</id><published>2008-12-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:37:00.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversity Everywhere</title><content type='html'>This is inspired by my friend and mentor Coach John Davies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming Adversity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the heart of the matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about overcoming adversity.  We all must do it, or suffer and perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's health issues, financial woes, relationship crisis, we all face challenges &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big and small.   It's how we handle these situations that makes the difference in our &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lives.  As my friend, and mentor John Davies says "Do you get up off the canvas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get knocked down."  Do you?  Are we teaching that in schools?  Do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people even have a sense of that anymore?   It seems like it's gone by the wayside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in society today.  We are not teaching people to overcome adversity.   We are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaching people that it's ok to complain, blame others, to not take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lives.  A society of blame.  "It's the economy!"  It's my parents fault!"  "If it wasn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my boss, teachers, wife, husband, kids, president, friends, girlfriend, boyfriend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job, coworkers, genetics, brothers, sisters, and on and on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the higher road.  Let's resolve to look adversity in the face, and say "You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may knock me down, but you won't keep me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the mountains, UT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-6726488249446057554?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6726488249446057554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=6726488249446057554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6726488249446057554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/6726488249446057554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/adversity-everywhere.html' title='Adversity Everywhere'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892816432412160596.post-3983557133002762686</id><published>2008-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:57:22.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations from the Cheap Seats</title><content type='html'>Fade In:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year: 2008&lt;br /&gt;The Place: Somewhere in the Mountains of Utah&lt;br /&gt;The Idea:  Getting Back to My Roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something quite extraordinary about hard work.  Hard work gives me a sense of earning my daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;How common it is today to have the "something for nothing" attitude, that sense of entitlement, the something&lt;br /&gt;is owed to me stance.   Well... it's not.  Nothing is owed to you, nothing is owed to me.  The wonderful part of &lt;br /&gt;this journey, we call life, is working hard for what we get.  I could give countless examples of those that busted &lt;br /&gt;their asses to get their families fed, even those that died for an ideal bigger than themselves, but I won't.  I honor&lt;br /&gt;them by the simple shout,  "Get off your Asses and get to work! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892816432412160596-3983557133002762686?l=lastbreathproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3983557133002762686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3892816432412160596&amp;postID=3983557133002762686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/3983557133002762686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892816432412160596/posts/default/3983557133002762686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastbreathproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/observations-from-cheap-seats.html' title='Observations from the Cheap Seats'/><author><name>The German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01318491887277198540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CA8ZCTfHNe4/SQ9Ica95RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M_kfPOnUhUk/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
