Fly Free

By Randall Moore

You are sitting there at your job or in your home and you look out the window thinking, “What happened”?

What happened to your plan and your dreams? At what point did it go off the rails and you find yourself in an unrewarding career and a relationship far from your original plan? And how possibly do you get things back on trac

• Language: English
• Publisher: FLY FREE
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781947939745

Randall Moore

The author recently relocated with his wife to Boise, Idaho. Fiction has become the mainstay of his current existence, yet he enjoys art, books, movies, music, cooking, wine, baseball, travel and the life of the imagination. Visit the author’s website: www.randallmoorefiction.com.

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Dedication

Through all of the experiences and challenges I have faced and learned from, the only constant that makes everything worthwhile is my family.

This book is dedicated to my wife and partner, Ellie, our two wonderful daughters who make us so proud, and our grandchildren who are just pure love.

What good is success if you have no one to share it with?

Foreword

If you plan on being anything less than you are capable of being, you will probably be unhappy all the days of your life.

~Abraham Maslow

The study of human potential has perplexed the average person, with most of us giving up on our dreams before they even take flight. Excuses, responsibilities, and the ins-and-outs of daily life seem to slowly chip away at the life we imagined for ourselves. We accept that it’s too late, it’s impossible, or it simply wasn’t meant to be. But what if we could truly choose the life we want? In his book Fly Free, Randall Moore explores the untapped human potential and our innate ability to achieve our greatest desires.

The approval or disapproval of others can have enormous effects, many of which are not realized until it’s too late. We unknowingly allow comments, reactions or attitudes from loved ones to hijack our futures, not realizing why we never got where we wanted to go. Fly Free speaks to the childlike wonder in all of us, allowing us to tap into the dreams we had before life got in the way. For anyone seeking fulfillment and success but struggle with turning dreams into reality, Fly Free offers a unique approach. In this relatable tale, Randall simplifies the mysticism of wealth and success and leads you on the journey of fulfilling your greatest potential.

An unlikely match of characters, Thomas and Sabrina meet in a chance encounter on an airplane which would prove to change both their lives forever. A gifted coach and speaker, Thomas challenges Sabrina to let go of all of the barriers she has built which stand in the way of her dream. Bills, kids, and relationships-gone-bad are no feat too tall for Thomas’ teachings. Sabrina’s journey of self-discovery serves as a practical guide to uncovering our burning desires, effectively making a decision to achieve our dreams, and practicing the discipline that’s so critical to success.

Randall urges readers to ask themselves tough questions. By discovering what holds us back and breaking through the fear, we can achieve exactly what we desire. After all, as Thomas explains to Sabrina, feeling sorry for yourself and quitting is a waste of talent . . . and your life.

A successful businessman, loving husband, father and grandfather, Randall has achieved prosperity in all facets of his life. As past CEO of one of Canada’s largest automotive chains, his experience as a mentor, leader, trainer and facilitator bring validity and real-world practicality to his approach. Randall has successfully coached hundreds of people and has witnessed the direct correlation between visualizing your goals and achieving success. The fruition of his first book, Fly Free, demonstrates that Randall applies his unique theories and methods to his own life and continues to achieve whatever goal he sets.

There are two perfect times to plant a shade tree. The first is twenty-five years ago, and the second is today. Decide now to discover the dreams within yourself and allow that passion to launch you on your journey of success. Tap into the secrets of Fly Free, a practical guide to achieving everything you ever wanted.

~Stephanie Sinclair

Marketing and Communications Specialist

Contents

Chapter 1 The Road Ahead

Chapter 2 The Airport

Chapter 3 Now Boarding

Chapter 4 The Parent Trap

Chapter 5 How It Began

Chapter 6 Teenage Wasteland

Chapter 7 The Gift of Freedom

Chapter 8 The Journey to Understanding

Chapter 9 The Power of Choice

Chapter 10 Money, Money, Money—Does It Even Matter?

Chapter 11 Planning a Trip

Chapter 12 The Magic of Details

Chapter 13 Step by Step until You Fall

Chapter 14 Being Aware

Chapter 15 Imagine That

Chapter 16 Kissing the Tarmac

Chapter 17 Flight of the Soul

Chapter One

THE ROAD AHEAD

I wanted so badly to wake Maggie and welcome the new day, but she looked so peaceful and innocent as she lay there in our bed.

I watched as the morning sun danced across her blonde hair and left a warm shadow on her skin. She was only twenty-two when I married her, little more than a girl, but she had a quality I yearned for and a beauty that was mesmerizing.

Slowly I bent over and kissed her softly three times. Why that ritual started, I don’t remember, but as long as we have been together it has always been three, never two, never one, and, God bless us, never none. Whatever the reason, I was always happy to oblige.

Why do I leave such pure grace to dance with devils every day?

I sighed as I tossed the covers back and climbed out of bed. I had no choice. It was my calling, what I had trained for and where my passion ignited.

I was fortunate enough to have seen the results of my work and witnessed unexpected results from average people who stretched out and grabbed everything life had to offer. Those were the moments I lived for, those moments and moments like this one.

I gave my wife one last look as I slowly closed our bedroom door. It would only be a few days until my return, but to me it always seemed too long.

Clutching my bag, I flew down the stairs and went out onto our front porch to await the arrival of John, my driver. I had learned through all the travelling I had done that a good driver could start your day off perfectly. Time is precious and I needed to spend it with like-minded people who would enhance my day and not suck the joy right out of it. John was perfect, and we had become friends and shared many common experiences.

I’d had a dream the night before about this flight I was about to embark on. Not the typical horrifying dreams people have when they board something so large, something that appears to defy every law of science, that they stop, breathless, trying to figure out how it all worked. No, this one was more haunting, that sense that something big was about to happen. Maybe even something that would change my life forever.

A long, sleek Town Car pulled up to the curb, and I started down the steps.

Mr. Marks. The booming, cheerful voice of John echoed through the quiet neighborhood.

I reached the end of the walkway and lifted a hand. Please, John, call me Thomas. Only my father ever called me Mr. Marks, and it usually wasn’t very pleasant after that, if you get what I mean.

He laughed. Okay, Mr. Thomas. Although he was still a young man, John opened my door with a weathered hand, big as a fielder’s mitt, the hand of a man with experience. With a black suit and a crisp white shirt, he appeared to be ready every moment for an encounter with a celebrity or the next big introduction to someone important. Oh, and yes, very shiny shoes!

I have often been described as someone who dresses well for any given day or event. Shiny shoes were my trademark, a sign that every detail was important and not to be overlooked. I was once told by a respected businessman that the key to success is purchasing a two-hundred-dollar pair of shoes and never letting them get dirty. I’m not sure if that is true, but ever since and even to this day I often glance at people’s shoes to see where their thinking is at.

John’s car was his pride and joy, a symbol of what he had sacrificed to earn it, as well as a gentle reminder to those who understood the price of greatness at all levels that anyone who worked hard enough could achieve their goals. It was black, as most limos are, but a cold, wet black that called to mind coal melted to a liquid state.

John stopped with the door two inches from closing. The usual, sir?

Yes, please, John. Off to a two-day conference.

Right away, sir. He closed the door and rounded the front of the vehicle to climb behind the wheel.

I rested my head against the glass as we rolled away from the curb. The subtle moisture of early dew sparkled across the grass. Almost as if someone had come down from the heavens and washed away the worries of the previous day.

Our house slid past the glass and out of view and I sighed. What a sanctuary of peace and happiness it was for Maggie and me. It had certainly been an unbelievable journey from my days as a young paperboy with dreams and ambitions to become a corporate CEO. I’d accomplished a lot and learned even more, and nothing made me happier than passing along what I’d learned to others.

Mr. Thomas? John spoke in a low voice, as though he didn’t want to disturb me.

I straightened in my seat and glanced out the window. We were already halfway to the airport. Sorry, John, I was lost in thought.

What were you so engaged in?

I was trying to figure out how I got here.

We took the number 5 like we usually do.

I chuckled. I meant how I got here, where I am in my life.

John rested his arm along the back of the seat. My mom once told me how I got here on the planet, and I never want to hear that story again, believe me. He let out a belly laugh that would warm the soul of the coldest polar bear.

I loved John’s laugh and his complete and unconditional love for life itself.

I leaned forward and rested my arms on my knees. "Since you brought it up, how did you end up here?"

John signaled and moved onto the exit ramp. As you know, I was born in the vacation islands, as people often refer to them.

Yes, I know. Maggie and I have been there. We even met your mom and brother on our last trip. It seems like such a peaceful and warm place, I never could figure out why you would leave.

Well, as I see it, many people envy the vacation island lifestyle and would give anything to live there. However, true joy is not in the island life but in your own life, no matter where the address. He returned his hand to the steering wheel. And, of course, the island does have its dark side. When I was a teenager, everything changed for me.

Doesn’t everything change for everyone when they hit the teen years?

I suppose so, but until I was a teen I had a blissful life, with no cares and no concerns. I went to school, played kickball with my friends until dusk, then waited for my mama to holler for me to come to dinner. We didn’t have a lot of money, but our clothes were clean and Mama made sure we washed up regularly so as not to look poor. Although I always thought that was a bit odd because everyone in my hood was poor, some just looked poorer than others.

Sounds like a pretty good life.

It was, until things started to change.

In what way?

John pursed his lips. It started off innocently at first. My friends and I would be playing kickball, like we had done since I could remember. Then we started talking trash about how we were oppressed and had no advantages. After a while, my friends began to describe the future as dark and dismal, and pretty soon they were getting in trouble and starting fights. My mama told me if I kept hanging around them, I would become like them and that terrified me.

Your mom is a very smart person.

Yes, she is, Mr. Thomas. Yes, she is.

I gripped the back of the seat. No, John, I mean she’s smarter than you realize. So many youths don’t have anyone in their lives to warn them they are heading down a wrong path. So they keep heading down it, and all it does for them is bring a rain of regret.

He nodded. I know that’s true. That’s what happened to a number of my friends.

It happens to far too many people. Ironically, those who choose that path tend to blame everyone but themselves for the outcome they created.

Why do you suppose they do that?

Because it’s easier to blame others than it is to take responsibility for your own life. I could see in the mirror that John was pondering what I had said, and I waited quietly for him to organize his thoughts. John had come to this country in search