Do you recognize your own character in any of above descriptions? Have you read Spencer Johnson’s book, Who Moved My Cheese? This book is an excellent description of four possible characters in Change Game. In book, first character was a little person named Hem. Hem was afraid of change and believed it would make things worse. He avoided it at all costs. The second character was a mouse named, Scurry. Scurry ran around in circles, just attempting to do something, anything. Sometimes he was right, sometimes wrong but he was constantly in motion. The third character was a little person named Haw. Haw was slow to figure things out but eventually he adapted to change and realized that change could bring something better. However, real winner was mouse, Sniff. Sniff jumped into action early, sniffing out terrain and making a choice on what to do next. He adapted quickest.

Which character are you? Who would you like to be? What would you have to give up to be character you really want to be? Would you like to make a plan right now to implement these changes into your life? It will require a commitment and a good plan.

This is where a coach can be helpful. When you identify an area in your life that requires some attention and you commit to making necessary adjustments, it’s strange how life gets in way sometime and we revert back to our previous ways. A coach is someone who can keep you on track and pointed in direction of your goals. A coach will support your progress and hold you accountable for goals you set.

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That happened thirteen years ago. And today I heard of his death. He was twenty years my senior but I still thought that he was rather young to meet his creator. He has brought along to his grave secret that we both shared.

Oh…No, I have not forgiven. This man whom my parents trusted and whom I regard as an uncle has shattered my youthful spirit, my dignity and my whole life.

If only my parent’s, teachers and friends knew why I misbehaved, probably they would feel more compassionate. But I can’t bear to tell my mom. It would break her heart. And dad was never around. And when he was it was like I did not exist.

My soul weeps in pain. There I was, a ten year old girl who has not even physically developed myself into a woman. There was nothing about me that would have enticed anyone sexually.

I felt I was not worthy enough for anyone, not even myself. I punished myself by having illicit affairs. I did drugs and almost took my own life. And I when I awakened on hospital bed, I was still fully alive. As years went by, I was only a few steps away from a correction home or jail.

It was a long and painful journey to remove guilt and shame that I carried with me. It was a journey of pain and sufferings, of identifying my personality and my sense of self.

It was courage, determination and a decision to fight back that brought me back my life. I have punished myself enough and I was destroying my life more than what he did to me. I finally admitted that it was not my fault. I was one of unfortunate children to have to go through sexual abuse.

No amount of crying and punishing myself would bring back what could have been.