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Rusty Lindquist

Finding light, even in the darkest of times

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We were best friends.
I was 11, and we had gone through tough times together: abusive husbands, poverty, homelessness, despair, and more moves than I can remember. And even though we hadn’t been able to afford to keep my older sister, we had stuck together.
We were inseparable.
That’s when she told me she was leaving.
And in that moment, my entire world stopped moving. My heart stopped beating. In fact nothing existed, except one burning question… What had I done wrong?
This is my story.
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“What had I done wrong?”

[/av_icon_box] [/av_one_third] [/av_section] [av_section color=’alternate_color’ custom_bg=” src=” attachment=” attach=’scroll’ position=’top left’ repeat=’no-repeat’ video=” video_ratio=’16:9′ min_height=” padding=’small’ shadow=’shadow’ id=” av_uid=’av-6v1z3bk’] [av_two_third first av_uid=’av-6szlmfk’] [av_textblock av_uid=’av-6rmhkqo’] Note: This was hard to write. It was was painful to excavate and reconnect with these emotions, I worry about offending, and I fret about accuracy (I know my few memories are fallible). But it’s worth it if I can provide strength and perspective to someone who might need it. Because mostly this is a story about how we all have a choice. We can succumb to circumstance, or we can rise above it. It’s a story about finding light, even in the darkest of times.
[/av_textblock] [/av_two_third][av_one_third av_uid=’av-6pnh7f4′] [/av_one_third] [/av_section] [av_section color=’main_color’ custom_bg=” src=” attachment=” attach=’scroll’ position=’top left’ repeat=’no-repeat’ video=” video_ratio=’16:9′ min_height=” padding=’default’ shadow=’no-shadow’ id=’about_me-1′ av_uid=’av-6mck31s’] [av_two_third first av_uid=’av-nrwt2o’] [av_heading tag=’h1′ padding=’10’ heading=’A sacrifice’ color=’custom-color-heading’ style=’blockquote modern-quote’ custom_font=’#007fc5′ size=’20’ subheading_active=” subheading_size=’15’ av_uid=’av-6jg2ids’][/av_heading] [av_textblock av_uid=’av-6igascw’] [av_dropcap1]I[/av_dropcap1]n 1974, I was born into a small family in Utah. I had a single older sister, and we lived a simple life in a small house, in an inconspicuous town in Utah.
When I was two, my dad developed schizophrenia. It would set my life on a path I could have never imagined.
He began hearing voices. He thought they were the voices of Biblical prophets. They told him he would be next, and he would heal the world of its suffering and wickedness. They started teaching him, and giving him instructions. This greatly concerned my mom, and for good cause.
Before long, he received an ultimatum. To prove his faith and worthiness, he was required to make a sacrifice: me.
My mom saved me.
After a physical fight, we got out of the house and went on the run. We moved every couple of years, always to small towns throughout Utah and Montana. It meant I would never really develop friends or roots. And we lived light, because we were very, very poor. But I still had my mom, and that was all I needed.
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“My mom saved me”

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I was excited to have a new father. I was hopeful that we would be friends, that he would accept me. But he was an alcoholic, a “severe” drunk. In fact, I remember setting up traps… hangers dangling from string tied from doorknob to doorknob (I slept in the hallway). When either door opened, the string would sag, and the hangers would clink together to wake me up when he came in. That allowed me enough time to get out of the way, or at least be awake, if he was drunk and felt like hitting. He was not my friend.
Soon that marriage failed, and my mom, sister and I moved to a small town where my mom got a job as a hotel maid. They allowed us to live in one of the rooms as part of her pay, and during the day I would go around with her, making beds, and cleaning rooms. I still remember how she taught me to fold the sheet corners over the mattress.
We had next to nothing. But in truth, I didn’t mind. I got to be with my mom all day, every day, which I’m sure was incredibly helpful to her.
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“I was with my mom all day, every day”

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We left the hotel and moved to a little trailer house in a remote Utah town, and that’s when my mom took me to my first day of school.
I soon realized I was inferior, unaccepted. I was the poor kid. I smelled and my clothes were worn. I was new in town so I didn’t know anybody, and it wasn’t cool to hang out with me. It was cool to bully me. So I got a lot of that.
I wasn’t very smart. I remember my teacher telling my mom I couldn’t come to class until I knew my alphabet. This was a dilemma, because I couldn’t be home alone, and there was no money for a sitter. So my grandma came over to teach me. I remember feeling the pressure. I had one day to learn the alphabet. I remember my grandma pulling my hair in frustration – probably the only way to get me to learn. But it worked; I did it.
But school was a harsh place. At recess I would hide in a huge cement pipe by the playground to avoid getting beat up. It was dark and safe in there, and I could watch the kids play until the bell rang. I would imagine being among them.
I remember the long walk home from school with my sister, usually telling her through tearful eyes about my troubles. But my mom was always there when I got home, and she would make me feel better. She began teaching me karate to defend myself. I remember practicing in front of her in the living room, watching and working for her validation. She was a black belt, which was so cool. You didn’t mess with my mom, and I felt safe with her.
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“My mom was always there when I got home”

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He was often drunk, and usually angry. He was no longer interested in my cars, or the sticks I brought home to show him. In fact, I was mostly in his way. He’d become easily frustrated with my childish energy, would reach out, and smack me on the head with his fist. I hated that. It hurt, of course, but it was more demeaning than hurtful. And I was getting old enough to notice the difference. Pain went away faster than humiliation. But I was tough; not even he could break my spirit.
Money was very scarce. At one point we lived in a tent. I remember my mom coming home one day with a quarter of a box of Bisquick. We sat around the fire to make pancakes! But the smell overcame us, and we just ate the batter with our hands. It tasted so good.
Eventually my mom tired of the constant meanness and abuse, so when I was 10, we left and moved into a tiny camper trailer parked in the woods across town.
We didn’t have running water, or electricity, or heat, and almost no food. I would catch fresh crawdads at the lake to boil them. We ate a lot of millet (seed). I learned to shoot a squirrel out of a tree with a little wooden bow and arrow I had received one Christmas (Katniss Everdeen would have been pleased). And I had one good meal every day because I got free lunch at school.
Most importantly, I had my mom. That was what I really cared about. She remained my constant.
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“We didn’t have running water, or electricity, or heat”

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She had built a little four-walled cubicle at the back of the class to isolate me. When I walked in, I would go sit alone at my desk and close the cubical walls behind me. If I didn’t, she would. That way my odor wouldn’t disrupt the other students, the “more important” ones. My teacher couldn’t keep me from coming into the class, but at least she could minimize my impact on her classroom. She exercised control the best way she knew how. I could only listen to what was going on outside my fortress walls. I would let my imagination make up the difference. I didn’t learn much.
One day when I walked in, she made an open comment about how intolerable I was, and how much I smelled. It was the public shame that did it. The embarrassment that rushed through me, as the whole class looked at me and laughed. In a rush of haste and a lack of logic, I hit her.
Perhaps that was just what she was hoping for, and she marched me right down to the principle’s office to suspend me. I remember sitting in that chair across from the principle, who seemed sympathetic, listening to my teacher argue compellingly to suspend me. I knew what that would mean. No more lunch.
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“It was the public shame that did it”

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I didn’t tell my mom. I didn’t want to disappoint her, or put additional pressure on her to find a way to feed me. We had already had to give up my sister, because we couldn’t afford both of us. I was worried about what would happen to me if she found out.
So instead I hung out in the woods during school. I remember hiding in the woods outside the playground, peering through the trees, watching the kids play at recess, and imagining being there.
One time I even snuck onto the playground to play with them. But my teacher saw me and kicked me out.
At lunchtime I would steal food from workers at a nearby construction site, or sometimes from the general store. After school I would be waiting in the woods outside the school. As the kids came pouring out of the building, I would quickly go from one to the other, asking if I could go to their house and play, hoping to get in on some after-school snacks. I undoubtedly came across as an obnoxious mooch, but I had to be resourceful.
I remember one time finding a dime on the street while walking home from pretending to be at school. I brought it home with pride, imagining the possibilities. Sensing my excitement, my mom told me I could walk down to the store and buy whatever I wanted. I remember standing in that store, weighing my options, imagining the experience of consuming each option. I ultimately decided on an “Atomic Fireball,” because I figured that of all the options, that would last the longest. As excited as I was about this rare treat, I exercised a surprising amount of self-control, carried it all the way home, carefully unwrapped it, and then smashed it with a rock. As excited as I was, I desperately wanted to share it with my mom. I recall carefully carrying the small fragments inside, sitting on the floor with my mom, and dividing them into equal shares. I wanted to give back.
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“We had to give up my sister”

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She was an entertainer, and would drive her old, beat-up truck to neighboring towns to drum up gigs in bars, or hotels, or wherever they’d let her play. They were usually far away, which meant she’d often be gone for a night or two, leaving me all alone.
But this “alone” was different. Being alone while playing in the woods was one thing. Being alone during school time was one thing. In fact, I was alone a lot, and it usually didn’t bother me, because I knew that in truth I wasn’t alone. I knew that at the end of the day, I would come home, and my mom would be there. She was always there.
But this “alone” was different, because I would come home from a day alone, and would still be alone. This “alone” was different because it was a dark, cold, small trailer, with thin walls. At night, huddled under as many blankets and coverings as I could find, I would sit with an empty stomach and listen to the sounds outside, trying to be brave. This “alone” felt different; it felt more… alone.
Hope got me through. And as long as those nights were, eventually, she would always come home when she said she would.
Until one night, she didn’t.
Several nights had gone by and she hadn’t returned. She was long overdue, and I was worried. It’s times like these that your mind tends to do mean things to you. I began to wonder if she was ever coming home. I began to wonder why she wasn’t coming home. I struggled to remember if I had perhaps done something that would cause her to not want to come home. Was this my fault?
I remember my final night in that wretched trailer. I wrapped myself in a blanket, more for its emotional impact than warmth. I stared out the tiny window into the darkness, crying softly, wishing, as if by the power of sheer belief, she would come home.
I had finally given up, fatigue defeating hope, and had just fallen asleep when light suddenly poured through the window. I could hear the crunch of tires on gravel just outside. Flooded with fresh hope, I sat bolt upright in bed and looked out the small window.
It wasn’t her truck.
But I kept watching as the truck came to a stop outside the trailer. Nobody was getting out. It was as though she was steeling herself for what she had to do. After what seemed like forever, she slowly climbed out of the passenger side. There was a brace around her neck. It turns out she had been in a severe car accident, and had been in the hospital, with no way to come home or call. But even if she could, I don’t know if she would have.
The accident had changed her.
Not yet knowing any of this, I ran outside in excitement to embrace her. But she was without affection.
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“I remember staring out the window, crying, waiting for her headlights”

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It was weird.
We didn’t talk much, and I had no idea what the rush was. But packing didn’t take long. We threw our meager belongings into three black garbage bags and tossed them unceremoniously into the back of the truck. Without any further ado, we left our little trailer in Montana, never to return. We drove through the night to my grandma’s house in Utah, arriving very late.
It was the next morning that she told me.
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“The next morning she told me”

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This should have been like that, but it wasn’t.
I only have vague memories of it. I assume this morning, like so many moments before it, became the victim of selective memory. It hurt too much. And as an 11-year-old, with such a well-exercised imagination from so much time alone, I think I just chose to imagine that it never happened.
Here’s what I do remember.
I remember sitting on a chair in the living room, and the sun was coming in through the window. I remember that because I always loved how the sun poured through a window. I would spend hours lying in it, like a basking lizard, napping or imagining. And the happiness of the sunlight sharply contrasted with what happened next.
She told me she was leaving.
I was going to stay with my sister at my grandma’s house. I don’t remember anything else. I don’t think I processed much after the “I’m leaving” part. My brain fixated on this one incomprehensible point.
I had never not had my mom.
At least not for any real length of time. She had always been there. Fathers had come and gone; at 11 I’d already been through three of them, and good riddance. But not my mom. She was my constant. She was my world, my base, my strength and comfort. She was… mom.
I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, imagine a world without her. I vaguely remember trying to be tough. I didn’t want to make this difficult for her. I owed her everything.
Later, I stood at the window and watched as she drove away. I had done this countless times before, always knowing that she’d come back. So I did what I always did. I held on to that one thing that was deepest inside of me. The one thing that always kept me going. Hope.
“She’ll come back,” I told myself. “She’s my mom. She’ll come back; I just know she will.”
And in the meantime, I had my grandma. I have always loved my grandma; she seemed like a second mom to me. And I was now reunited with my sister. She was a rockstar in my eyes. So solid. A blessed being.
But this comfort, small as it was, was not to last.
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“‘She’ll come back,’ I told myself. ‘I know she will'”

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I remember wondering if he knew just how many times I’d been disappointed by my fathers, how many times I’d opened myself up to them and been hurt. How many times I had clung to hope — hope that “this one” would be different: kind, gentle, loving, accepting… a friend. As much as I had clung to hope in life, and found strength in its light — like some internal well that gave life to the spirit in dark times — the hope for a father was something I had long since given up on.
All I wanted was to stay with my grandma and my sister. And here I was listening to my grandpa trying to take that away from me.
His arguments were compelling, and soon my grandma relented. She told me we were going on a little trip to Idaho to visit my uncle and his family.
I hardly knew them. We’d met only a couple times before, both undesirable memories: once at a family Christmas gathering, where he’d heard me use incorrect English and would not let me leave until I figured out the correct way to say it; and then again during another family Christmas where he and my mom had been in a huge fight. I realize now these are unfair memories from a limited perspective; but as an 11-year-old, you don’t have much to work from.
We packed my stuff (a single garbage bag), put it in the car, and drove six hours to Idaho. I didn’t find out the truth till we got there.
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“All I wanted was to stay with my grandma”

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“You’re going to live with them” she said.
We had stepped outside. She had something to tell me. I remember walking over to her car, away from the house. “You need a father in your life,” she said, “and your grandpa can’t be that for you.”
Here it was again. The promise of a father. Like that had worked out so well! And now it was at the expense of everything I wanted, everything I held dear, everything familiar. It was not a good start for a relationship I would forever struggle to build.
I stood there in stunned silence. I remember looking around me, as if for the first time. It felt strangely similar to the day I walked out of the school — alone, suspended.
I tried to imagine this as my new house, to be optimistic about my surroundings, but I couldn’t. This was so foreign. I was an alien here.
That day, and the days that followed, my new family worked hard to make me feel welcome and make it easier. And I felt that my cousins truly accepted me, which is beyond my comprehension. But it did little to ease the blow.
When it was time for my grandma to leave, I stood in the front, at the top of the hill, and watched, again, as someone I loved drove away from me.
Somehow, this was the moment that hurt the most. I reprocessed it again and again, trying to make sense of it, in the days that followed.
I felt deeply and utterly alone, and it hurt. I felt a great, pressing weight in my chest — like someone was stomping on my heart, mocking my pain. I had felt pain like this in the past, a sharpness that takes your breath away, but this was somehow different. This was more than just another time you rolled with the punches life gave you. I had learned that lesson well. But I couldn’t roll with this punch.
It hurt so bad. And then it hurt some more. And it just wouldn’t stop hurting.
This felt like life was kicking me when I was down, stomping on my face while I writhed on the ground. It felt filled with fury and rage, like it couldn’t get enough, like life was bent on breaking me. It felt deliberate.
I wasn’t raised religious. We had never really gone to church; my mom was poisoned against it since the experience with my first dad. But I remember for the first time wondering why God was doing this to me. Was there even a God? If so, did he hate me too? And if so, why? What had I done?
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“I stood and watched as she drove away”

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I noticed none of them.
As much as I had gained, I felt like I had lost everything.
My mom was gone. My grandma was gone. My sister was gone. Everything was gone.
I hardly knew this family. How could they ever love me? I was clearly defective. Why else would literally nobody keep me? Here I was, thrust upon them like a surprise visitor that would never leave, a troubled child that they now had to feed, clothe, discipline and care for. How would they ever accept me? I was eating their food. This was a terribly awkward time. I felt like an unwanted child, not out of lack of effort on their part — I just couldn’t help it.
And in times like these, your brain is not nice to you. I was plagued with troubling questions. Why did nobody want me? Was it my fault? Was I doing something to drive these people away? If so, what? What was wrong with me? Would my mom ever come get me? How could I go to yet another school? How could I start over yet again?
I felt overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of how much had been taken from me. When things had been taken from me before, my mom was always there. But this time, nothing was there. I had no one to cling to; I had nothing that was familiar. I was lost.
That was when my ticks started. The mental and emotional strain had caused me to develop Tourette syndrome. I would twitch, or shake, or bend my neck oddly until my muscles would ache from the strain of it. I would sometimes go into the bathroom, overcome by the need to twist and contort my head. I would stand there in front of the mirror, watching myself literally turn in circles, unable to stop, and realizing that I was broken.
It was another thing people would make fun of, and it would be with me forever.
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“I was lost… I was broken”

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But he didn’t.
Instead, something else happened. Looking around me and feeling entirely alone, it was only then that I realized I wasn’t. It was only after everything had been stripped from me that my eyes could see what was there all along.
It was then that I came to know God. It happened over time, but it was very real. I felt his love, I felt his warmth, I felt his comfort, I felt his presence. It was transformative.
And instead of bringing back my mom, which is what I asked for, indeed, all I cared about, he gave me something greater. He gave me strength. He showed me how to forgive. He showed me how to endure. He showed me I was greater than the circumstances of my life. We all are.
He showed me that the purpose of life was not comfort, but strength and progress, which only come from opposition. And the greater the opposition you overcome, the greater the strength you develop.
It wasn’t easy; in fact, it took several years. But during this time, and with God’s help, I realized that I had a choice. We all do. I realized I could either choose to be consumed by sadness, or fear, or anger, or depression, and be captive to their despair, or I could rise above it all.
I realized that while I didn’t get to choose what life did to me, I did get to choose how I would perceive it. I realized I could choose to let go of my past, and in doing so, I could embrace a new future. So that’s what I did.
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“I realized I had a choice”

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It was holding me back. And it wasn’t fair to my new mom, who in her angelic way was trying so hard to fill that role. By focusing so much on that vain hope, I wasn’t letting her.
I realized that the past tends to cling to us like a leech, siphoning the energy we could otherwise use to move forward, kept alive by things as seemingly innocent as our hope, or our refusal to let go.
I realized I was clinging to the past, and it was preventing me from focusing on the future, a much greater hope. So I chose to hope for the future. I chose to let go.
And that was when I was tested.
No sooner had I let go, then one Sunday morning the phone rang, and my Dad came into my room and handed it to me. “It’s for you.”
It was my mom. She wanted me to come back. She was ready for me, she said. But that’s a story I’ll save for later.
I had chosen my path; I had found solidarity. I was moving forward.
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“I chose to hope for the future”

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It was an amazing, inexplicable experience — to be lost in a greater cause.
When I came back to the United States, I studied psychology at the University of Utah. I married the most beautiful woman in the world, a girl from Utah that I actually met in Australia.
Now we have seven amazing children. Yep, seven. They are the most happy, intelligent, sarcastic, funny, delightful humans you will ever meet. We are best friends. They fill my life with joy and give it meaning and purpose. We have a home where light and truth prevails. Each morning I wake them up with a long, warm hug and a kiss, and dance with my baby in our living room. It’s heaven. They will have what I didn’t.
I made a career for myself in business, inventing, designing, and managing software products, and later heading up product and product marketing groups and business units. My various experiences have culminated in founding Life Engineering.
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“Seven children who fill my life with joy”

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What I’ve discovered is that the principles in these fields and disciplines have equal application to life.
I discovered that true principles are almost universally applicable. That every physical law has its spiritual or emotional shadow. That principles from disparate disciplines, when extracted and applied to life, can provide powerful insight and perspective.
I’ve spent the last 20 years synthesizing that information, building a system and methodology for life, and am now publishing it to the world.
It’s a movement called Life Engineering, founded on the premise that you have more control over your life than you know — that success and change rest upon a common foundation of scientific and engineering principles. When properly applied, those principles give you control over your future.
I’ve codified this into an ecosystem — a framework for living that teaches you how to escape the gravitational pull of your past, to create a future of your own design.
I’ve come to understand that you have strength within you. Strength to overcome, strength to endure, strength to succeed. Sometimes all you need is a little help.
That’s what Life Engineering is all about. After all, what my life has taught me is that it is not your past that matters, but your future. That is where you should find your hope. And you should make it great.
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“You have strength to overcome, to endure, to succeed”

[/av_icon_box] [/av_one_third] [/av_section] [av_section color=’main_color’ custom_bg=” src=” attachment=” attach=’scroll’ position=’top left’ repeat=’no-repeat’ video=” video_ratio=’16:9′ min_height=” padding=’default’ shadow=’no-shadow’ id=” av_uid=’av-2qb580′] [av_two_third first av_uid=’av-1023vhs’] [av_image src=’https://life.engineering/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/rusty-lindquist-1.jpg’ attachment=’4782′ attachment_size=’full’ align=’center’ styling=” hover=” link=” target=” caption=” font_size=” appearance=” overlay_opacity=’0.4′ overlay_color=’#000000′ overlay_text_color=’#ffffff’ copyright=” animation=’fade-in’ av_uid=’av-fs082o’ admin_preview_bg=”][/av_image] [/av_two_third][av_one_third av_uid=’av-ukiqyo’] [av_heading tag=’h1′ padding=’10’ heading=’To Move Forward In Life?’ color=” style=’blockquote modern-quote modern-centered’ custom_font=” size=’60’ subheading_active=’subheading_above’ subheading_size=’20’ custom_class=” admin_preview_bg=” av-desktop-hide=” av-medium-hide=” av-small-hide=” av-mini-hide=” av-medium-font-size-title=” av-small-font-size-title=” av-mini-font-size-title=” av-medium-font-size=” av-small-font-size=” av-mini-font-size=” margin=” av_uid=’av-2ll6e8′] Are You Ready
[/av_heading] [av_hr class=’short’ height=’5′ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ av_uid=’av-o163j4′ admin_preview_bg=”] [av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” av-medium-font-size=” av-small-font-size=” av-mini-font-size=” av_uid=’av-n40okg’ admin_preview_bg=”] After more than 20 years of research across dozens of disciplines, industries, and scientific fields, I’ve synthesized it all into the programs at Life Engineering. For the first time ever, the best principles and practices from a vast array of fields and disciplines have been brought together into a single, comprehensive ecosystem designed to help you do one thing: Find and fulfill your mission so you can move forward in life.
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[/av_heading] [av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” av-medium-font-size=” av-small-font-size=” av-mini-font-size=” av_uid=’av-x0swjk’ admin_preview_bg=”] This is a greatly abbreviated version, but the whole story is captured in my upcoming book. With my personal life as a narrative foundation, I’ll show you that the power, strength, and capacity to overcome is within you. I’ll help you discover who you are, and renew your hope and passion for life. I’ll teach you how to find light, even in the darkest of times.
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