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June 20, 2013
For the Lonely Workers
 
A very special message for the lonely workers, the freelancers, the sole proprietors who wish they had some coworkers, staff, or helpers...somebody...anybody....
 
For you, this passage from Shakespeare's Henry V.
 
The short story is this: The sick, tired English army are outnumbered 5 to 1. (THAT'S YOU.)
 
If only they had more?
 
"No," says King Harry (THAT'S ME). "No — the fewer the better, the greater the honor, take pride. It'll hurt but it'll be all right. We'll win."
 
The point is, when you're weary of an all-nighter or tired of having no one to turn to in the room, no one to help and it's just you, an idea, a screen, a mouse, or stylus, remember you're a gifted genius who can do ANYTHING. 
 
No odds are too great, no deadline too soon, no budget too small, no challenge too great.
 
No, not for you.
 
Never give in, never give up.
 
Believe in your goal with this one ad, this one business pitch, this one web design, this one effort to be hired, believe in yourself and soldier on, keep keeping on.
 
I believe in you.
 
Read Billy's stirring words in full here:
 
WESTMORELAND:
    Of fighting men they have full three score thousand.
 
EXETER:
    There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
 
SALISBURY:
    God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
    God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
    If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
    Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
    My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
    And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
 
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND: 
    O that we now had here 
    But one ten thousand of those men in England 
    That do no work to-day! 
  
KING: 
    What's he that wishes so? 
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; 
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow 
    To do our country loss; and if to live, 
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour. 
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. 
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, 
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; 
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear; 
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires. 
    But if it be a sin to covet honour, 
    I am the most offending soul alive. 
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. 
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour 
    As one man more methinks would share from me 
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! 
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, 
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made, 
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse; 
    We would not die in that man's company 
    That fears his fellowship to die with us. 
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. 
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, 
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian. 
    He that shall live this day, and see old age, 
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, 
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' 
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, 
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' 
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, 
    But he'll remember, with advantages, 
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, 
    Familiar in his mouth as household words- 
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, 
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- 
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. 
    This story shall the good man teach his son; 
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, 
    From this day to the ending of the world, 
    But we in it shall be remembered- 
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; 
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me 
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, 
    This day shall gentle his condition; 
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed 
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, 
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks 
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Watch this epic speech rammed home with power and charisma by Kenneth Branagh here.
 
Let me know if this helped you today.  It helped me.

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As a strategist, writer, designer, producer, director, actor, musician, performer, teacher, trainer and speaker, creative marketing was a potentially ideal career for Paul. Yet after years of winning dozens of global creativity awards with various agencies, Paul gave up the awards pursuit and became a professional human being.

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