At the time the train had reached the platform, Lisa had already made two million dollars. She wore a red blazer with black buttons. Her ensemble matched the bottom of her shoes. The existence of her companies that had developed before she had become Businessgirl had flourished. She enjoyed the money, yes, but the fact that she had generated it enlivened her.
Once at her seat, she looked at her phone and saw everything in the green. Except, there stood a glaring percentage in the red.
Her company that produced safety needles for heroin users started to drop.
She started to research. What she found surprised her. The people of Wilmington had declined the usage of the drug and no longer needed the needles. The medical facilities which she sold them to had stopped orders.
a twinge in her soul pervaded her being. At this news, she relished the fact that she could cancel this order in Delaware and send it to Baltimore or Washington, D.C. Through this lesson in how to deal with basic economics, she could understand that she could take a loss and still profit.
That’s what people got wrong, she thought. Even in 501 (c) (3) “nonprofit” organizations, you profit if not materially, but spiritually.
Profits of the spirit bring into focus the power to create value despite not making a dime sometimes.
Lisa arose from her seat and bounded onto the platform. After signing a few autographs in Newark, she headed to Martin University.
“We’re so glad you could make it,” university president Borges Pompey smiled.
He was slight but sturdy. He had specks of gray in a balding head and in his beard. His voice seemed a few notes lower than the average man. He stood at six feet two inches. They walked.
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I remember as a child growing up, I always look forward to night times where I could go to bed, close my eyes and imagine things. Every night was a continuation from where I left before dozing off the previous night. I imagined all kinds of things that I even created a vision board without realizing it. I imagined myself as someone from a particular family, having a certain skin tone and hair color and going to places with my parents. I remember cutting out pictures from magazines and sticking them onto one of my exercise books dedicated for that purpose. It was enjoyable doing it and I loved it! I don't know when I stopped and why I did. But that was my world of being a child, free from worries and stress, free in my mind, free to create an imaginary world where I found my excitement in. Now if you ask me to tap into this child in me and redo those things, the experience would be different. I would look forward to night times so I can get good night rest.
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹I liked the spiritually part.