"The Wisdom Of A Third Grade Drop Out"

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Yesterday my wife shared this video with me. She watched it in her Public Speaking course with a view toward understanding the power of words. We've watched it many times already. It's worth the time. There are golden nuggets in what this man has to say.

Words are powerful and why shouldn't they be? God created all things with a word (God said . . . and there was). Have you ever noticed that when God created, He named what He created--except for the animals. After God formed man with His hands, He said (in so many words), "You name them. Be creative with words." That's why words are powerful.

That's why they get stuck in your head, in your heart. Used properly or poorly, words are powerful. Silence is powerful, too, which is why a wise man takes time to choose his words before speaking. Or at least he should. One should value silence as much as the words he chooses.

The point I'd like to make, to include this in my blog series is this: be moved to do something different with your life.

"If you think you can or think you can't, you're right." (Henry Ford)

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