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Costa Rica Dream Vacation?

admin — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 23:48:32 +0000

Paul and I recently returned from Costa Rica. There were multiple reasons we went to Costa Rica. One of which was to scope things out for our new idea, Dream Vacations for Couples. We have asked a local tour guide, Edgar Salazar, Owner of Emmanuel Tours to create a package for us. He has and it is awesome. With airfare it looks like it is going to run us around $3,000 per person. This includes many meals, lodging and airfare. Beautiful weather, beautiful beaches, beautiful resorts, volcanoes, hot springs and so much more. If you would be interested in attending our dream vacation you would need to attend the Dream Relationship Workshop first and then you would qualify. There would be activities and events seminar related on the trip. If you have a level of interest, please get on our subscribers list for regular updates.

Michelle Shelton Facilitator, Coach, Author, Speaker Michelle is the co-creator of the Dream Relationship Workshop. She and her husband, Paul, have five children and live in Gilbert, Arizona. Visit her coaching site: www.boldtalent.com and you canalso find her on facebook at: www.facebook.com/azmastermind

The Death of my Dad

admin — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 02:47:37 +0000

The Death of Dad
by Michelle Shelton

When my dad died, nothing was ever the same. There was a loneliness and a realization that I was truly on my own. This strong man that always offered me guidance. He was the ultimate coach. He knew when to build me up, call me out, be kind, be angry and sometimes just spend time with me in silence. He always knew exactly what I needed for me to move forward in my life. Now what?

So, the question that was posed to me was this: How does the death of a loved one affect you?
Well, I don’t know the answer to how it affects YOU, only you know the answer to that question. I do know it affects me. My answer is it affects me however I want it to. I made a choice to not have a melt down. A few years prior to my dad dieing, my best friend was murdered. I became afraid. I didn’t want to build relationships. I didn’t want friends. I began to sleep more. I wanted to move and run away. To read about the murder of Bev, please click here.

I can be sad and grief stricken or I can accept what IS and embrace the spiritual aspect of it all. You will LOVE this story about my dad because some really amazing spiritual things happened. This is not about religion as he wasn’t a religious man.

Even as a little girl I knew everyone died. I did know that my big strong and wise father would die someday so why would I be shocked when it happened? Dad died August 5, 2007. My entire life I had been afraid to lose him and when I did lose him, the moment was one of the most spiritual moments I had ever experienced. Once again, dad had given me a gift.

He had lived a good life. Some might think that means a pure life…not so. He lived. He made mistakes. A failed marriage, a marital affair, several failed business ventures. As a young man he drank too much, ate too much and chased women. There were other mistakes typical of 83 years. There were fortunes made and fortunes lost and over time he created a family. A family that always stood by him. He had children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He was married to my mother for 62 years. Through thick and thin he was always there for me. We fought. We laughed. We shared some amazing moments. In the end, he was a shining example of what a loving relationship really is…another human being holding your face when you are dying and kissing you while they are telling you what a good friend you had been to them. This is the moment I shared with my mother and father the few days before he died.

I got there on Friday morning around 6:30 AM. Dad had been in the hospital since Tuesday with an infection from the dialysis. He had abused his body for years with hard living and the abuse had finally caught up with him. He was struggling to breath and he was hooked up to beeping machines. He smiled when I came in and reached for me to give me a hug. Since it was hard for him to talk, I asked him if he knew who I was and he nodded and smiled. Then he said my childhood nickname…”Pete – the pot”.

I had flown from Phoenix to Omaha and rented a car and drove all night to be by his side. When my brother told him I was coming he simply asked, “Am I going to die?” I visited once a year and it was typically not when he was in the hospital. He had been in and out over the years and I never got the feeling that I did this time. I knew I had to be there.

Once I saw dad, I called my husband and told him to get the kids and come. I knew this was it. My husband and all five of our kids arrived Saturday morning around 3:00 AM. Dad cried when he saw the kids. He gave each of them a hug.

The next day was a beautiful experience that I will not ever forget. Not being a religious man, I was surprised when dad kept looking around my head with wonder and delight. He seemed to enjoy what he was seeing. I finally said, “Dad, what are you looking at?”

He asked. “How are you doing that?”

“How am I doing what?” I asked back.

He seemed in wonder. And looked again around my head and his eyes went across the room. He lifted his arm and waved it and said, “All that mystical stuff.”

I don’t know what he saw. Perhaps it was an angel, an aura, some spiritual being to help him cross. All I know is it was spiritual and it was nice. He liked it and smiled as he said it. His face was intense like he was trying to figure out exactly what “it” was.

At one point dad started to sleep a lot. He woke up and looked at my mother and asked, “I’m still here?” He seemed annoyed when she nodded and then he continued, “How long is this going to take anyway?”

He always was a bit impatient once he made up his mind to do something. It wasn’t long after he made the decision that it was time that it all rolled out perfectly. He had once again, made it happen. The time was right.

On Saturday night it was just mom, dad, my husband and me. Dad became unable to talk and he was agitated. He was pulling at his clothes and still had a huge amount of strength to fight mom and I when we attempted to put his arms down. He was grunting and making noise. I could see my mother being worn down and she was feeling the stress. She was tired. She had a worried look and flashed me a pleading, helpless look and said, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Talk to him.” I said.

“What should I say?” She wanted to know.

“Tell him about when you first met.” I said.

The stories started to pour out. Stories I had never heard. At one point she took his head gently in her hands and kissed his face all over and whispered, “My best friend. We had a good life, didn’t we?”

I was so grateful to be there for this tender moment between two people that had shared every moment of MY life and nearly every moment of their long life together. She was 18 when they married and he was 21 back in 1945.

The stories continued to roll out the rest of the night. I called the pastor, he came and offered comfort. My husband was a huge support to me and stayed the night also.

In the morning, dad could only move his eyebrows. He didn’t open his eyes…his breathing changed. He was leaving us. I crawled in bed with him and rubbed his head and told him goodbye. “I love you daddy. Thank you for being a good daddy. I have called the other kids and they are on their way. They will be here in about 40 minutes. You don’t have to wait. We will take care of mom and we will take good care of your body. We all love you.” I cried as I talked to him. I looked at his hands and held them. They looked exactly the same as when I was a kid. They still seemed so big. The big hands that had always held my little hand.

My sister came and about 30 minutes later my brothers walked in the room. I wasn’t expecting what happened next. They walked into the room and my sister-in-law announced us all by name. Once she did this he stopped breathing. That was it, two more breaths and he stopped. Everyone seemed shocked. We all quickly touched him. “Goodbye daddy. I love you.” We nearly all spoke in unison and we were shocked at how quickly he let go once we were all together.

He took two more breaths. It seemed as if he was acknowledging us all being together. That was it. He was gone. His skin went cold very quickly. I looked at his body and held his hand in mine one last time. I looked up and saw my husband standing there with my 11 year old daughter. When did she get there? I didn’t care. I was glad she had experienced this beautiful death.

As we walked out of the room to tell the other kids in the waiting room, my daughter said, “Momma, someday I will do that for you…you know, what you did for Grandpa.” I started to cry.

I miss him so and I am thankful that I was there at the end. It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life to share in the final moments of a life well lived. A life of success and failure. A life of love.

Richard R Seward was his name. “Krazy Dick” to his customers. He was 83 years old and he lived a full life and loved often.

Michelle and her husband own a marketing company called Krazy Dicks Marketing, LLC in honor of her father.

Eat it…you will feel better.

admin — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 01:29:24 +0000

Eat it…you will feel better.
by Michelle Shelton

We recently took our three youngest children on vacation to the East Coast. There were so many experiences that I figured I would write about a couple of them here. For those of you who know me, you know I am very aware. This is what my oldest daughter told me….mom we all know you are very aware of what is going on around you. Well, I choose to see this as a complement!

We stayed at a Holiday Inn Express in a small town close to New York City and then each day we drove to the Staten Island Ferry and rode it into the city. The hotel was a nice enough hotel. It was newer. It was clean and each morning they had a Continental Breakfast and we would go down and eat before our trek to the Ferry.

One such morning there was a man in the breakfast room. A very large man. If I had to guess I would say he was well over 330 pounds. He was also tall and it made him appear larger. He had a young boy with him that was about two and a half or three years old. The boy was in his PJ’s and he was playing on the floor at his father’s feet. He seemed to be enjoying himself playing with his trucks and didn’t want to eat anything. This seemed to really concern the man the longer it went.

As I watched the man, he made trip after trip to the food and he ate and he ate while his young son played on the floor. He seemed attentive to his son and he was watching him and talking to him. He kept asking him to eat and the boy would shake his head. Finally when the man was apparently done eating, he picked the toddler up from his toys and held him in his lap. The toddler started to fuss. He screamed and struggled to be let down. The man went to a place that was very soothing in his demeanor. He talked softer and appeared to be very patient. He told the boy he had to eat now as they wouldn’t be around food later.

The boy stood his ground. He shook his head at the food. Finally I heard the man say, “Eat the food and you will feel better.” The boy shook his head and grunted at his father once again.

The large man was clearly frustrated. The louder the boy fussed the more the dad would shove food into his son’s mouth and say, “It will make you feel better, eat it. Just eat it, you will see. You won’t be upset anymore if you just eat.”

I could see what was going on. A future eating disorder in the making.

For those of you that have taken our Dream Relationship Workshop, you know we talk about programing. The majority of programming takes place from birth to about eight years old. If you don’t know what programming is…think in terms of a computer. A new computer comes with an operating system and you load programs into the computer to get it to do what you want. It is the same thing with human beings. When we are born we have a basic operating system. Our caregivers teach us…they load programs. Some of those teaching are intentional and some are not.

From birth to eight years old, our caregivers load programs into us to get us to do what they want. They teach us to walk, talk, eat, feed ourselves and so much more. Many of these programs work for us…some, like the program this unsuspecting father was installing into his son’s brain, don’t. These are the ones that keep us stuck. In reality…we keep ourselves stuck once we are aware of our programing. Once we are aware, we can choose to do something different.

The thing about programing is you can only install into your children the programs that you have or programs of which you are consciously aware. If you are aware that a particular program doesn’t support you, you can offer your children something different. If you are not aware, you will instill in them, what you learned…no matter if it works or not. For example, this man obviously struggled with his weight. When I looked at him I could see struggled to perform simple tasks such as walk and breath. Yet, somewhere along the line, most likely when he was between birth and eight years old, someone had told him that eating would make him feel better. And, soon he began to eat every time he felt an emotion about something.

Now he is passing the same programming on to his son. It is not bad. It is not wrong. It simply may not work for someone’s health to be so overweight. As a matter of fact, we know obesity is right up at the top of the list when it comes to contributing to all sorts of health issues and even early death.

November Dream Relationship Workshop for Couples

admin — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 22:00:10 +0000

Title: November Dream Relationship Workshop for Couples
Location: Hyatt Place in Gilbert, Arizona
Link out: Click here
Description: This workshop is a three day transformational workshop for couples in an intimate relationship. Married couples, engaged couples, dating couples and couples living together in a relationship will benefit from the concepts taught in this course. This is an educational workshop that teaches concepts on personal responsibility, communication, commitment, and intimacy. This is an experiential workshop with hands on learning styles.

Start Date: 2010-11-19
Start Time: 6:00 PM
End Date: 2010-11-21
End Time: 6:00 PM

admin — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 15:03:12 +0000