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    TOUCHED FAITH.

    This is the story of a boy, who was always a man.   Because he touched faith.

    Just over ten years ago my now best friend was told by his boss that he was about to get fired, not because of performance, but rather because 9-11 had disrupted business, and the company was falling apart.  My to-be friend was not yet 24, and I had not even met him. 

    He left the Soho meeting, dejected and down, as would be anyone with that news, with fear of a lack of cushion to fall back on, and an atrocious economy surrounding it all.  No savings, no family funds, no job offers.   In a way, it could not have be worse.  Thank goodness his ex-boss had provided him with some Gimlets to soften the blow. 

    After some days of despondent revelry, my still unknown friend realized he was going to have to look further than the apparent if he wanted to survive.  Look one level further in, and one layer deeper.  When he finally did so, he realized he actually had a wealth to turn to – a wealth of intangible greatness.  Education.  Dreams. Courage.  And faith in them all.

    So he packed up his apartment and moved deep into Chinatown.   And when I say deep, I mean deep.  Seven floor walk up, three roommates, and a communal shower in the kitchen, across well under a thousand square feet.  He calculated that he had five, maximum ten dollars a day to live on, outside of rent, and was determined to make the most of it.

    He hit the gritty bok choy covered pavement in search for a new job, interviewing left right and center, adorned in a long pony tail and nose ring,  thus embracing his true self, as he set out to discover his new self.

    Despite his diligent efforts, his stellar resume, and his brilliance, no one extended any employment offers.  Which, luckily, did not affect his faithful efforts.   Then one evening, eating the left over chicken fried rice from lunch (Chinatown’s largest two dollar meal), he realized his U.S. visa was to expire in less than a week.  And if he did not have a job offer by then, he would have to permanently leave the country he had called home for almost a decade.

    Rather than wallow in the uncertainty (and I would dare to say, gloom) of it all, my friend tried even harder, realizing there was even less to lose at this point.   Then the phone rang.  It was an offer to interview at one of the city’s most reputable companies, the day before his visa expired.

    My friend walked into the interview, chopsticks in the pony tail (…..), but without the nose ring, not sure at all what to expect.  After a day of grilling, the company offered him a job on the spot.  Right then. Right there.  In New York.  His dream city.  Doing a dream job.

    Can you IMAGINE the relief?  The ecstasy?  The excitement?  He left the office, contract in hand, visa issue resolved, and went straight, not to the bar, but to church to give thanks, and then to chop a good foot or two off his hair.  Which is the cut I met him with, a year later.  

    And today, not ten years after cutting his hair, my friend received one of the larger honors he could ever get in the very same company.  An honor that he had set his eyes on achieving since the first day he officially walked into work.

    No words will ever express the feeling of watching and hearing someone strive for something, with 110% integrity, 110% sweat, and even some tears, reach their goals.   There are almost no words I can write to share what I am feeling, or even attempt to take a stab at what he is feeling right now somewhere far uptown. 

    Luckily, we have music, and Depeche Mode has managed to summarize the whole journey: TOUCH FAITH.

    Reach out and touch faith

    Your own Personal Jesus

    Someone to hear your prayers

    Someone who cares

    Your own Personal Jesus

    Someone to hear your prayers

    Someone who&rsquos there

     

    Feeling&rsquos unknown and you&rsquore all alone

    Flesh and bone by the telephone

    Lift up the receiver

    I&rsquoll make you a believer

     

    Take second best

    Put me to the test

    Things on your chest

    You need to confess

    I will deliver

    You know I&rsquom a forgiver

    Reach out and touch faith

     

    Your own Personal Jesus

    Feeling&rsquos unknown and you&rsquore all alone

    Flesh and bone by the telephone

    Lift up the receiver

    I&rsquoll make you a believer

    I will deliver

    You know I&rsquom a forgiver

    Reach out and touch faith

    Your own Personal Jesus

    Reach out and touch faith

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    Own. Personal. Jesus. You just need to reach out and touch faith.

    Depeche Mode. Personal Jesus.

    -I.AM.YOU. MUSIC

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    1 Simple routine to do at home no matter what may be holding you back. From summer&rsquos 7Days&7Nights to a NEW YOU. Perfect for the NEW year.

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    ASPARAGUS PUREE SOUP.

    This soup is WAY easier to make than it looks, and take no more than 15 minutes, and 1 pan - so I.AM.YOU.. Ready?

    -In a pan sautee garlic, white onion, 1 bunch of asparagus chopped up

    (in this case I added half a head of broccoli I had laying around as well)

    -Season to liking

    -Let cook until soft

    -Put contents in a blender with a quarter cup of broth or water

    -Blend

    and VOILA.

    It is THAT EASY to make something perfect for this cold wet weather. And it is even part of I.AM.YOU.&rsquos Detox to Retox diet.

    enjoy!

    -I.AM.YOU. NOURISHMENT

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    My mom calls it a crash landing re-entry. And it definitely is what it was.

    I was out of NYC for two weeks, working, but from the comfort of my original home in California, with students and clients on a schedule I set, and around meals with family, time outdoors, a stocked kitchen, and basically the cushiest, luckiest &lsquooffice&rsquo I could ask for. I arrive to NYC on Sunday, thinking I had everything organized for the to-be jam-pack week ahead, and whaaazooooo! Crash landing re-entry!

    Everything went wrong Sunday eve, Monday, and Tuesday. And by everything, I mean everything. Schedules, production of Detox to Retox packages, teamwork, contracts, friends, clients, my partner&hellip you name it. I called my mom begging at the age of thirty to come home. She laughed, told me to have a piece of chocolate and a walk, and breathe it off.

    As I walked, I thought&hellip. I was blissfully Cali-familied up one instant, and everything was blowing up the next. What changed? Nothing outside. But I did, inside. I went from the Cali glow to the stressed wound up New Yorker, in the most stereotypical of ways, and worse. Which, as the Tibetan philosophers note again and again, made everything exponentially worse, inside and out.

    And then I realized, the greatest thing about life is that it changes. Every nano-second. And as a result, so do you.

    Don&rsquot let your self crash and burn through a crash landing. Survive it. Use your mind and your intention to glide right out, and above it all. The view, and the air, will be much better.

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