Personal development blog. Sharing what I’ve learned through books and mentors. We elevate through open discussions and debate on “THINGS THAT MATTER.”
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Carl Burell reminisces about his old friend Robert Frost, sharing stories about Rob with the people of Derry, New Hampshire attending the Centennial Celebration of Derry in 1927. This reenactment offers an inside look at the early years of Robert Frost through the eyes of Carl Burell, a childhood friend, farming mentor and hired hand on Frost’s first farm in Derry. Carl’s closeup view provides a unique perspective on Frost’s life among the people of Derry, whom he freely appropriated in much ...
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Episode 4 CAN A PERSON CHANGE?
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Being born and raised in Hilo Hawaii there are many people who believe that a person doesn't change. I personally have to disagree and I believe that if a person truly desires it, they can change.
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Episode 3 Motivation EXPLAINED
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The sayin goes if you had to mentor between two types of students, which would you mentor "Ignorance on fire OR Talent on ice"?
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Episode 2 What is your Philosophy?
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IS YOUR PHILOSOPHY WORKING FOR YOU OR AGAINST YOU?We have conversations with ourselves all the time and being self aware of that dialogue is important for change. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU’VE HIT ROCK BOTTOM?I’m this episode I talk about the unique way I view the definition of rock bottom.
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Episode 1 The importance of education
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Here I talk about the importance of education and how it benefits us to continue to learn and grow and overcome adversity in life. This is the very first episode this podcasts and edited with iMovie.
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of helping Robert Frost with his first farm in Derry N.H. Carl also reads Frost's poem, The Pasture. The Pasture by Robert Frost I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long.—…
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of Robert Frost's neighbor, Napoleon Guay and the origin of the poem, Mending Wall. Mending Wall By Robert Frost Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass …
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of exploring the orchids of New Hampshire with Robert Frost. Carl includes Frost's poem, The Tuft of Flowers. The Tuft of Flowers By Robert Frost I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before …
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of his many conversations with Robert Frost. Carl reads Frost's poem, A Time to Talk. A Time to Talk By Robert Frost When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout fro…
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of Robert Frost mowing with a scythe and reading Frost's poem, Mowing. Mowing By Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about …
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of Robert Frost’s treasure chest of poems and speaking in front of large groups of people. Carl also reads Frost's poem, For Once, Then, Something. For Once, Then, Something By Robert Frost Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seei…
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of high school days with Robert Frost.โดย Carl Burell
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of witnessing the pain of losing a child. Carl reads Frost's poem, 'Out, Out-'. ‘Out, Out—’ By Robert Frost The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there tho…
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of the unforeseen consequences of the choices we make and reading Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken. The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could …
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of Robert Frost’s fondness of teasing with limericks. Carl also reads Frost's poem, Birches. Birches By Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend t…
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of Robert Frost’s unfounded fear of Native Americans and reading Frost's poem, The Vanishing Red. The Vanishing Red By Robert Frost He is said to have been the last Red Man In Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed— If you like to call such a sound a laugh. But he gave n…
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12 - The Broken One featuring “The Self-Seeker” by Robert Frost
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Carl Burell speaks at the Derry Centennial Celebration of 1927, telling of his appearance in a Robert Frost poem.โดย Carl Burell
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