I ran across this man’s name for the first time and went scouting for more information,
there seems to be an underlying theme when it comes to success > persistence, focus and determination. It is also documented that success is simple if you follow a proven plan, in addition they go on to add that success can be duplicated by doing what successful people do.

I suppose that it is in the ‘doing’ where it all starts.

In the history of billionaires, Bill Bartmann stands alone. He’s the ONLY former homeless person and gang member ever to have made a billion dollars. Bill went from eating out of dumpsters and living under a bridge viaduct to having after-tax, take-homepay in a single year of more than $100 million and being listed as the 25th richest person in America.

Bill Bartmann worked in a slaughterhouse, was an alcoholic at age 17, and at one point, was paralyzed from the waist down. It was his way of thinking, persistence and focus that enabled him to overcome all of that and become a self-made billionaire.

Here’s another special treat, Bills nine steps to success: CLICK HERE

Alot of people make promises they don’t keep and they hurt alot of others along the way, mostly they hurt themselves. At a very young age my mother instilled in us the power of our spoken word… and she was intolerant of ‘joking’ around. We were allowed to let our imagination run but when it came time to speak, we had to ‘think’ before our mouths opened – and that takes will power.

Let’s not even think about the ‘promises’ you made… what about the ‘word’ you have given? They go under many titles: I’ll call you. I’ll get to that. I’ll do that next week. It sounds innocent, but every time you say you are going to do something… you have uttered a promise; and if you can’t keep your word… than your word is worthless and so is your promise.

Daisy Says: Fulfill your promise to You.

I was so excited, tonight would be the first night I’d ride solo.

After role call I had reviewed the ‘BOLO’ s (be on the look out) that were issued for the evening to make note of any stolen cars or high profile suspect; I then walked into the sergeants office to get the keys for my police car when I found him standing by the door with keys in hand and a smile on his face… he said: ‘you’re riding solo tonight’.

This meant my probation period was over, and I truly was a full pledged officer of the ‘brown gown’. As I stepped out through the back doors of the police station parking lot the warm midnight Florida air touched my face and I felt such a surge of excitement. I was on the 11pm midnight shift. The lighting in the police station parking lot gave the cars a surreal look, like something you’d see in a movie. I looked for my assigned police car among the row of cars in the lot; once I spotted the car I grabbed my flash light from my hip and inspected the car for any dents, I then opened up the back door and lifted the back seat to make sure that nothing was left behind from any arrests from the previous tour. The air in the car smell foul of armpit and other nasty smell… I looked at the dividing glass that partitions the back seat from the front and noticed what appeared as slimmy spit… I made a mental note (must bring glass cleaner next time), I knew that the spit slime would irritate my night peripheral vision – or it could have been just the thought of slime spit suspended on glass in the back of my head that was nasty.

I could hear my squad members beginning to check in with the dispatcher to let her know they were ready for tour. I hurried to load my police reports, law book and night stick. The police car was all mine for the very first time. I settled in and conducted a quick test of my overhead emergency lights to make sure they were working- the reflection of blue and red bounced back at me. Once settled in my seat I turned on the overhead interior light and positioned my clip board with activity log to the right of me that way I could jot things down easier. I reached for the police radio in the center console knowing that once I pressed the microphone it would officially be the first transmission in my non probation status. Even though I knew the routine and had been doing it for a year… it felt like the first time. I took a deep breath and queued the microphone: “1332 – 09″

The dispatcher came back with: “1332 – 26 to a vehicle”.

I wrote down the location and proceeded to drive into the ‘zone’. I was proud to wear the brown gown and serve my community, I was proud to wear the silver badge with the eagle, the five point star (indicating we were deputy sheriffs) and the state of Florida insignia. I had my hair up in a bun, my patent leather shoes were shiny from the buff I gave them, on my left ankle I had strapped a beautiful Colt Detective Special (38 six shooter), my 38 caliber Smith & Wesson on my right hip, hand cuffs on my back hip, extra ammunition on my front belt, my police whistle and hand cuff keys hung from my left on my police belt along with my flashlight and nightstick holder, my black notebook for taking notes on the scene was in my back right pocket, my Cross blackball pen in my left front shirt pocket, my bullet proof vest was snuggled to my chest… everything I needed to get the job done.

As I approached the address of dispatch I advised the dispatcher of my arrival, and requested a re-transmission of information. The street I came upon had poor lighting, but that was irrelevant I had a job to do. With my left hand I reached for the police car’s flashlight which is positioned next to the left rear view mirror. I flashed the light towards a parked car around the house of the caller/victim, and then I pointed it around the house to see if there was any movement beyond the yard where it was totally dark.

All excited on my first assignment I walked up to the door of the ‘victim’ to render my aid. A tall heavy set black woman in an oversized momma’s housedress opened the door. Those were not pretty words that came from her mouth as she waggled her finger and yelled at me at the top of her voice. She cursed me out along with all of my descendants! She sent me to the deep recesses of hell and she didn’t want me back, (you know how the say: to hell and back — there was no coming back from where this woman sent me). She than took her mighty big fat arm, took one step back and slammed the door as hard as she could as she continued to yell behind the closed door. I stood dumb founded listening to the muffled yelling for about 10 seconds before I headed back to my police car.

I sat in my police car, grabbed the police radio: “1332″ — I waited for acknowledgement of air space. “QSL. QSM QTR of original dispatch”. The dispatcher responded, “21:00″. ugh. No wonder the lady had an attitude! She had called the police reporting someone breaking into her car at 9:00pm —2 and 1/2 hours later the police show up at her door! But at 9:00pm her incident was not high priority — it did not involve a shooting or a domestic violence in progress. She did not know that the zone only had 8 police officers protecting it and there had been a couple shootings at 9 pm. She could never understand that, and there is no way to explain that to her – because it was her personal property that needed protecting. She could care less that the police assigned to her zone were busy on a perimeter trying to stop an armed suspect.

I just had to stand there and take her verbal abuse. I wore the ‘brown gown’ to dodge the verbal attacks, the anger, the hatred and the frustrations – not just the bullets. She could care less that I was a mother, a daughter, a sister or a friend to someone. I was not there when she needed me, I was not there when there was a suspect breaking into her car and taking the radio. I was not there to run him down and make him pay for stealing from her. Her insurance wasn’t going to cover the theft and vandalism, she couldn’t afford it; I wore the ‘brown gown’ and I was suppose to tolerate all the vulgarity, anger and resentment.

I shifted the police car from ‘park’ to ‘drive’ and grabbed the police radio one more time: “1332 report written – 09″ — I knew this would be a long night.

I will never forget my first day out of probation, and my first assignment… and that woman.. and that street. It’s surreal… but it’s there in my head. Some people see that on television… I lived it. I wore the brown gown.

Daisy Says: Never take anything personal.

“It’s not the men in your life that counts, it’s the life in your men”

“Want to know the best way to hold a man? The best way to hold a man is in your arms”

She oozed with confidence in who she was and what she was: ~~Mae West

Her aura, attitude and energy are one to admire. Mae West (August 17, 1893 – November 22, 1980) was an American actress, playwright, screenwriter, and sex symbol. She was famous for her bawdy double entendres, making her one of the most controversial stars of her day, her sassiness attracted controversy and censorship.

See this wonderful interview of Mae West. Click Here

Mae West Says: You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
Daisy Says: Be all of the woman you are meant to be.

“The makers of the Constitution conferred,
as against the government,
the Right to be let alone;
the most comprehensive of rights,
and the right most valued
by civilized men.”

United States Supreme Court Justice Brandeis Olmstead v. United States (1928)

republic: “a form of government in which supreme power resides in a body of citizens entitled to vote and is exercised by elected officers and representatives responsible to them and governing according to law.” Websters Unabridged Dictionary

At about the time our original 13 states adopted their new constitution in 1787, a Scottish history professor by the name of Alexander Tyler had this to say about “The Fall of the Athenian Republic” over 2,000 years previous to that date:

“A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse (generous gifts) from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury, with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy,(which is) always followed by a dictatorship.

“The average age of the world’s greatest civilizations has been two hundred years. These nations have progressed through this sequence:

From bondage to spiritual faith;
from spiritual faith to great courage;
from great courage to Liberty;
from Liberty to abundance;
from abundance to complacency;
from complacency to apathy;
from apathy to dependence;
from dependence back into bondage.”

democracy: “a government of the masses. Authority derived through mass meetings or any other form of direct expression. Results in mobocracy. Attitude towards property is communistic-negative property rights. Attitude toward law is that the will of the majority shall regulate, whether it is based upon deliberation or governed by passion, prejudice and impulse, without restraint or regard to consequences. It results in demagogism, license, agitation, discontent, anarchy.” U.S. Army Training Manual

source: http://usff.com/usff/chapterI.html

Daisy Says: Control has many names.