“Half my life’s in books’ written pages. Live and learn from fools and from sages. You know it’s true. All the things come back to you.” -Steven Tyler.
7th Grade was the start of middle school for me. A newly -built school to attend, the spiffy class rooms were just off of a large hallway that went in a complete circle. It had all the bells and whistles that a new school in 1975 had to offer. John Pohlman, our Janitor, had a special key that fit into the recessed light switches. These switches were kid-proof until Marty Oliver was able to pencil trace John’s key and reproduce them for all of us in metal class. It was lights out…and sometimes on. We called our new Principal, “ Cowboy,” but only behind his back, just because he wore cowboy boots to school. The 8th grade language teacher Miss Bortner (who smoked fine cigars) would write us daily passes from study hall to the resource room where, without supervision, we were out of control for an hour. But lunch time had become super special. Somehow, I believe it may have been Dan Boddicker; (a kid of incredible persuasive talents) had convinced the powers that be that we should be allowed to use our new fancy intercom system to play some music during lunch. News spread quickly of the approved lunch time activity. We waited and waited.
It was day 5 of the 6 day school cycle and lunch would be pizza today. As we gathered for lunch and stood in line the sound of music filled our ears telling us to “Walk This Way”. By the time I was into my pizza it was time to “Dream On”.
So I did, lost in thought of what could be. The power of Positive Thinking would become my mantra. If you can dream it you can achieve it. It was an incredible time in life. Aerosmith had spoken to our class and forever changed our way of looking at life. It was a watershed moment.
Reflecting back on that time is a joy. Realizing dreams that I thought would be impossible to achieve and letting go of the dreams that were somewhat make believe to begin with. Although I may still resurrect the idea of becoming president. I mean,Donald did it. But over time I never stopped dreaming.
Don’t ever believe that you are destined for a hard life. You have the power to make changes in your life that will set you on a course of success. If you can dream it you can achieve it.
So, set some goals, make some plans, and set the benchmarks, but mostly “ Dream On.”
Below is the link to the FTC website. This is a great source of information.
Scammers, hackers, and identity thieves are looking to steal your personal information – and your money. But there are steps you can take to protect yourself, like keeping your computer software up-to-date and giving out your personal information only when you have a good reason.
Protect yourself. Have a Happy Easter.
Two days ago I purchased a product from Home Depot to clean the oil and grease from my garage floor. It did work well, and I was happy I found it. It was a one-time job, and I would have never remembered the name of it if it was not for social media.
The next day after I had purchased the product, I cleaned my floor and threw the empty jug in the garbage. Later I was watching an NBA game and decided to check my Facebook account. (This is a new account that I started just a few months ago. I only have a few friends and before this account; I had never had a Facebook or any social media account). Near the top was an inserted Home Depot advertisement that showed another one of my friends stating they "liked" Home Depot. And lo and behold, in the photo, was the gallon jug of cement cleaner that I had purchased just two days before.
The card I used for my purchase at Home Depot was not associated with my Facebook email account. In fact, it has no connection to Facebook through an e-mail account or account number. I got the card back in the 90s and it may have been tied to an old AOL account and nothing else. I never even Googled the product or searched for it online.
How did Home Depot find my Facebook account and make the post? I don’t know, but I do feel that dragging my good friend in on the "Like" was weird. Was she cleaning her garage floor? What did her "liking" the Home Depot have to do with me?
Somehow I feel my identity has been compromised. My friend had the same response. She had no idea that Home Depot was telling me she "liked" them. I’m of a generation that my name was to be protected. I hope Home Depot is not telling other people how much I "like" them while showing them a photo of the product that they just purchased.
Identity theft will eventually creep into all our lives. How do we maintain and protect our identity?
We will continue to look at identity theft in this Blog and examine some of the measures we must take to protect ourselves.
In the meantime, watch what you buy … Everyone else is.
I am no Dave Ramsey but I have learned a little from some of my own mistakes. As an 80s graduate of the Father Guido Sarducci Five Minute University, I was highly sought after for low-level retail jobs at first. But when they dried up, I was forced to go back to school and get an additional degree in communications. Now I would still have a low-level retail job with with student loan debit to go along with it. Facing an uphill battle, I did the smart thing and started a family.