From 5th grade to 50 years later

Roosevelt Elementary School, Allentown, PA
Back in the day.


Roosevelt Elementary School, Allentown, PA
Roosevelt Elementary School, Allentown, PA. Photo 2010.


There may only be one or two people today for which this is the right message at the right time…

An unsolicited book compliment from my wife’s 5th grade (1968) teacher.

Why is this important to share?

Because it’s risky.

Risky to think an opportunity would have been easy to share, but fear or apathy denied it.

Here’s an excerpt from yesterday’s email to my wife:

“The bonus I received from my visit (to see my wife’s parents) was a copy of Jeff’s book your mother gave me. I thoroughly enjoyed the book—I also like the format.

While reading the book I realized I followed many of the questions Jeff outlined in the five areas of life—mind-body-spirit-money-HQ . Maybe that is why I believe I did an ok job as an educator and in my personal life.

The section of “the fear of dying” was most enlightening and beneficial. In addition I have taken Jeff’s challenge to do “something great within 72 hours”. After finishing the book I started 3 challenges and I am much happier …More are planned.

Again, thanks for the impact YOU have made on my life..Because of you I kept in touch with you and your parents over the years….and now through Jeff you continue to have a positive affect on my life.. Not many teachers can say that about a 5th grade student they had in class over 50 years ago.

Best wishes for a healthy and happy New Year.”

i’m not selling books, i’m offering hope that you can love yourself the way you deserve.




On April Fool’s Day 2009, jeff noel began writing five daily, differently-themed blogs (on five different sites). It was to be a 100-day self-imposed “writer’s bootcamp”, in preparation for writing his first book. He hasn’t missed a single day since.

This website is about our mental attitude. To easily and safely leave this site to read today’s post on jeff’s physical health website, click here.


Lunch at MOMS

Melts on Main Street Winter Garden
We both had the Fancy Pig at MOMS; “Melts On Main Street”.


Melts on Main Street Winter Garden
Main Street Winter Garden, near Plant Street.


Melts on Main Street Winter Garden
Last night was the annual Christmas Tree lighting on Plant Street.We sat outside, middle left are two sidewalk tables.


Lunch in a small town, on a breezy and sunny Florida afternoon. We ate. We talked. i just wanted to personally have some face to face time to say how grateful i am for her support. Joyce has done Mid Life Celebration, LLC’s taxes for four of it’s six years. And it took six years to make the first dime, and it took seven to make a profit.

Not many last seven years to see this finally happen.

On a side note, it will take two more years to pay off the debt incurred.




This website is about our mental attitude. To leave this site to read today’s post on my physical health website, click here.

Our attitude toward relationships doesn’t have to wait to blossom

Clock ticking
Time is the great equalizer – we all get 24 hours each day.


Do the other kids talk to their parents the way we talk?


Do you think they wished they could?



They don’t care about this sort of stuff.

Years later when they get closer with their parents, they’ll wonder why they waited so long for it to be this good.

Seriously. Why wait?

Oh yeah, because we’re busy.

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He Said Pushing His Son To Excel Pushed Him Away

We spent the weekend at Disney instead of going camping.
Kids (especially great spellers) notice the coolest things, like misspellings.

Going through each day of our lives, we are presented with a multitude of free learning opportunities. I often wonder how many I miss and how others feel about this concept.

Yesterday in North Carolina, in complete casual conversation, I asked a stranger if he had any advice on raising boys, since his boy is almost 18. He said, “Communication“.

He pushed his son so hard in sports that his son started to pull away and retreat – while they we’re together. It was no longer fun for the boy to be with his Dad, during years 12-14.

Duly noted.

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