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healthonway n my personal life, I have fallen prey to the belief that I could “manage” stress regardless of the situation. I found myself as a decent multitasker and I prided myself on always being like a straight line that is never too up or down. With this, I found myself adding stresses to my life often that were very unnecessary and without benefit. I could handle it.

 

Well, at the age of 35, I found 7 health food stores, 3 wellness clinics, a natural products manufacturing company, 4 houses, two children, a wife and traveling around 1500 miles per week without flights and international travel. I was on the cover of magazines, writing articles, doing radio programs, and I was talking in groups and, often, I never knew at the beginning of a day where it would end at the end of the day. I woke up in the morning and needed a couple of minutes to identify where I was waking up. I remember once waking up while losing altitude in a Cessna 172 over the Appalachian Mountains of which I was the pilot.

 

Once I fell asleep at the wheel of a 4×4 Ford Excursion Diesel while driving on the highway, in a city, WHILE MAKING A RADIO SHOW ON THE PHONE! I trusted people I should not have, I was not there many nights when my daughters were going to sleep, and I woke up many nights wondering what I was doing and why. I knew that the message I was teaching was important, however, the message was escaping from my own life.

 

I had car accidents that were almost fatal, once I was knocked unconscious, face down in a sports car, lying at the bottom of a ravine in northern Georgia, in the woods at 3 in the morning. He was covered in blood, face down, and groping to guess what? My phone. He had been thrown 35 feet into the forest. Once I got out of the burning car, I grabbed my phttp://healthonway.com/

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