How To Get Noticed At The Age Of 10.

I guess that was my first taste of success.

I was just a school kid in Grade Five.

What started as an innocent gesture turned into getting me noticed for the rest of my school life.

And beyond.

And my secret?

Used stamps.

Postage stamps off envelopes.

In those days they could have value as cancelled postage stamps.

Not any more.

Many years ago they were collected by the Save The Children Fund and resold as ‘Mission Stamps’.

The packets of used postage stamps were like a mystery bag where you’d never know what you might find.

Ahh, the good old days.

Those mystery bags were, allegedly, unsorted, and a mixture of countries and values.

Who knows what treasure one might find.

The proceeds would be added to the charity funds that, even today, help the care and suffering of innocent children around the world.

Orphaned, injured in war, suffering disease, malnourished.

Still the case, of course, and still my favoured charity.

I was collecting these used stamps from my friends and neighbours when I decided to ask the Class of Year Five at the East Ivanhoe Primary School in Melbourne, Australia, if they would also save their used stamps for me.

My teacher found out.

She got behind me.

And asked me to start a Stamp Club in activities time every week.

So suddenly the whole school knew.

I had my own school Stamp Club.

Without even trying.

My Stamp Club attracted the attention of the Principal.

Which is how, without even trying, I got noticed in Year Five.

The moral of the story is, a small act of kindness and compassion can lead to greater things.

Which it did.

In my school career.

And beyond.

I’ll tell you how next time.

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Neil

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Romancing Your Life & Changing the World

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The Adventure Is Written In Everyone’s Destiny. Go Find Yours.

It’s the hidden treasure hinted at in so many great stories.

And you have the treasure map.

Now go find it.

You don’t need to travel or go anywhere to have the adventure.

It’s waiting for you.

Just go with the flow and it will come to you.

As it did for me.

I’m a writer.

My first job was as an advertising copywriter with one of the most creative ad agencies in the world.

Yet I never left my home city – Melbourne.

I started my writing career with a blast.

Because I was in the right place at the right time.

By co-incidence?

Or serendipity?

I’ve written the book about it.

And three others.

About having adventures without looking for them.

The thing is, we’re all at just the right place at the right time.

It’s called serendipity.

Try it.

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And, hey, I have survived.

I’ve lived a life full of ups and downs, twists and turns, successes and failures.

By going nowhere.

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WHAT THEY DIDN’T TELL US ABOUT LIFE’ (104 pages)

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I hope you enjoy the journey.

Love and Peace.

Neil

The Ghost Who Fooled Everyone.

She was Florence’s companion for five years. That is, until Florence started at school then she mysteriously disappeared.

Seems like, she was a ghost who had fooled everyone.

To Florence she was her granny.

She was her friend and companion for the first five years of her life.

I think Granny Fitz was her only friend for those formative years.

Then she just disappeared.

Had she died?

Florence had assumed so.

But no.

Recently Florence decided to look into the family history and research her family tree.

When she tried to find her favourite granny there were her official records.

No trouble.

So she went looking for her gravestone which was located at the Melbourne Cemetery.

Success.

But there was a problem.

It seems like Granny Fitz died seventeen years before she was alive and well as Florence’s childhood companion.

Was she a ghost then?

Together Florence and I went though every other granny in her family, every relative, every family name, nut no Granny Fitz.

Was it a false name?

Was it a friend?

Was she a nanny?

To Florence it was none of the above.

I looked her straight in the eye and asked, who was Granny Fitz?

And she replied, quite annoyed with me for even asking, Granny Fitz was my companion.

So who was she?

Was the answer in her name?

Did she have a secret?

Was this really a ghost with a secret?

I think so.

I’ve set out the whole case for an explosive answer to that question.

There was a mystery here.

And I’m on to it.

See for yourself in my autobiographical book ‘Man Steps Off Planet’.

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It’s a book full of twists and turns.

And a real romantic historical mystery.

Neil.

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