Here’s how:
Sign in to your Google account
Find the Scroll down bar in the upper right hand corner
Click “Manage your accounts” or ” Manage your Web history”
Find the blue button “remove Web history”
Click it
Click “Yes” when it asks are you sure?
NOW BE VERY CAREFUL
Do NOT click anything else…as my friend Andre said-Run!
What you’ve done is put Google on hold-permanently by NOT clicking the Resume button.
That’s the trick….it appears this option disappears tonight!
You must do this for every Gmail account or Google browser you have; I’ve tested it. The change does not cross over.
Good luck!
Now go out and spread this new Gospel-Quickly
You’re still here!
Why?
Go…clock’s ticking!

Now for the credits…I want to thank my LinkedIn buddy, Andre Klein for the heads up.
His always informative web site is: http://www.mpzmail.com/bg/linkopenerv2.asp?lid=5&uid=6295298&cid=6200

Reblogged from andyhuntleigh:

One particular historical figure celebrates a birthday this weekend. It is my opinion that his service to our country was divinely inspired and altered the world’s path forever. His humble rise to power and the righteous assumption of it is a story of personal fortitude draped in principled judgment.

Many times he was characterized by the contemporary press as a rough and ill-mannered simpleton who had no business believing he knew anything about leadership; much less leading the country during its darkest moments as a nation. His response to such naysayers was eloquent:

“What I do say is, that no man is good enough to govern another man without that other’s consent.”

He earned that consent by exclaiming that “I will do the very best I know how – the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing so.”

To be followed by his concerns for a nation without a moral backbone:

“If  American society and the United States government are demoralized…it will come from the voracious desire of office- this struggle to live without toil.”

And toil he did. Historians say he was the classic workaholic. For me pictures speak the proverbial 1000 words. If one looks over his photographs of the last 5 years of his life, you can see the pain etched in the lines of his countenance. He lived to serve and died for his country in that service.

When I struggle with the harsh realities of our nation today, and fear for its standing in the battle for the greater good, I take a deep breath and remind myself of the greater hope that men like this hero affords me.

His words espoused on a field of battle in the middle of Pennsylvania called each of us to atone for ourselves that those that died there (or anywhere I may add) did not die in vain and he further intoned,

“that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

This giant of a man spoke often of government running rough shod. He believed the fight he led was for the very soul of our nation. Somehow he understood the part yet to be played by this nation in defending freedom and liberty across the globe.

“ Our defense is in the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men in all lands everywhere. Destroy that spirit and you will have planted the seeds of despotism at our doors…Whether it is right or wrong to trample on the rights of others- that is the real issue…the eternal struggle between the two principles of right and wrong throughout the world.”

He took that struggle personally. Often others comment about this father of “These United States of America” is that he felt he was really a loner, almost depressingly introverted.

“I desire so to conduct the affairs of this administration that if at the end…I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left and that friend shall be down inside me.”

He even once quipped that,” With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.”

Even with so, he played with the hand that had been dealt.

“Human nature will not change. In any future great national trial, compared with the men of this, we shall have as weak and as strong, as silly and as wise, as bad and as good.”

He dreamed of a better future. He hoped for the strains to be lifted.

Hope is what he lived and truly died for. In one of last public addresses, he spoke almost presciently about needing to pass the mantle of leadership in order to heal his country.

“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan – to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.” Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865.

(Read more: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Who_said_%27With_malice_toward_none_with_charity_for_all%27#ixzz1m0GJ3L4i)

Indeed as the Nation began the binding process on Good Friday in April 1865, the Great Emancipator was shot down. How ironic that the celebration of the death and resurrection of One and the Passing Over of the Avenging Angel thousands of years ago for another great Nation, would also mark the murder of one of mankind’s greatest advocates for unity, peace among men, and the sanctification of  “those that gave the last full measure.”

To that sanctification I say, “Happy Birthday Mr. President”. May your soul be on the right hand of God, Abraham Lincoln. For you truly showed us how to raise an entire nation to become the Power of One.

You will always be my Hero, sir.

One out of a zillion blessings that sped across my brain was the idea of a mulligan. This is a golfing term that simply means one gets a “do-over” that does not add to your score. Golfing etiquette predicates that one is given a mulligan; you cannot ask for one. You are at the mercy of your golfing partners.

Ultimately it is all about your relationship with those that you play, work, and live amongst that determines this blessing. Are you worthy of this act of kindness?

At work, we all seek a mentor that will take us to a level of competence or growth that on our own seemed unfathomable. This mentor is someone who always sees the “big picture” and perhaps at one time was the recipient of a muilligan.

Below I have published a poem by the cowboy songster, Rod Steagall, entitled ” The Fence that Me and Shorty Built” which shows how giving a mulligan is indeed Raising One to the Power of One.

Please consider today who in your sphere of influence needs this blessing as we celebrate the Christ child’s birth. What better gift to offer Him on His birthday than a blessing to another in His name ?

The Fence that Me and Shorty Built

“We’d picked up all the fencing tools
And staples off the road.
An extra roll of ‘bob’ wire
Was the last thing left to load.

I drew a sleeve across my face
To wipe away the dirt.
The young man who was helping me
Was tuckin’ in his shirt.

I turned around to him and said,
“This fence is finally done,
With five new strands of ‘bob’ wire
Shinin’ proudly in the sun.

The wire is runnin’ straight and tight
With every post in line.
The kinda job you’re proud of,
One that stands the test of time.”

The kid was not impressed at all,
He stared off into space.
Reminded me of years ago,
Another time and place.

I called myself a cowboy,
I was full of buck and bawl
I didn’t think my hands would fit
Post augers and a maul.

They sent me out with Shorty
And the ranch fence building crew.
Well, I was quite insulted
And before the day was through,

I let him know that I’m a cowboy,
This ain’t what I do.
I ain’t no dadgummed nester,
I hired out to buckaroo.

He said, “We’ll talk about that son,
When we get in tonight.
Right now you pick them augers up.
It’s either that or fight.”

Boy, I was diggin’ post holes
Faster than a Georgia mole.
But if a rock got in my way
I simply moved the hole.

So when the cowboys set the posts,
The line went in and out.
Old Shorty’s face got fiery red
And I can hear him shout.

“Nobody but a fool would build
A fence that isn’t straight.
I got no use for someone who ain’t
Pullin’ his own weight.”

I thought for sure he’d hit me
Glad he didn’t have a gun.
I looked around to find a place
Where I could duck and run.

But Shorty walked up to me
Just as calm as he could be.
Said, “Son, I need to talk to you,
Let’s find ourselves a tree.”

He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette
As we sat on the ground.
He took himself a puff or two
Then slowly looked around.

“Son, I ain’t much on schoolin’,
Didn’t get too far with that.
But there’s alot of learnin’
Hidden underneath this hat.

I got it all the hard way,
Every bump and bruise and fall.
Now some of it was easy,
But then most weren’t fun a’tall

But one thing that I always got
From every job I’ve done,
Is do the best I can each day
And try to make it fun.

I know that bustin’ through them rocks
Ain’t what you like to do.
By gettin’ mad you’ve made it tough
On me and all the crew.

Now you hired on to cowboy
And you think you’ve got the stuff.
You told him you’re a good hand
And the boss has called your bluff.

So how’s that gonna make you look
When he comes ridin’ through,
And he asks me who dug the holes
And I say it was you.

Now we could let it go like this
And take the easy route.
But doin’ things the easy way
Ain’t what it’s all about.

The boss expects a job well done,
From every man he’s hired.
He’ll let you slide by once or twice,
Then one day you’ll get fired.

If you’re not proud of what you do,
You won’t amount to much.
You’ll bounce around from job to job
Just slightly out of touch.

Come mornin’ let’s re-dig those holes
And get that fence in line.
And you and I will save two jobs,
Those bein’ yours and mine.

And someday you’ll come ridin’ through
And look across this land,
And see a fence that’s laid out straight
And know you had a hand,

In something that’s withstood the years.
Then proud and free from guilt,
You’ll smile and say, ‘Boys that’s the fence
That me and Shorty built.”

© 1993, Red Steagall, reprinted with permission

http://www.cowboypoetry.com/redsteagall.htm#Fence

Please consider visiting this site and giving a mulligan in kind for all the busted up, retired cowboys that could use a helping hand especially this time of year.

Our history is replete with specific instances when the future was changed by the action of one human becoming incredible. Many of us are facing an opportunity to vote in a couple of weeks in local elections. Take a moment and look over these excerpts from the folks at Learn.USA entitled “The Relevancy of One Vote”; and reconsider the real value of your one vote.

• In 1645, one vote gave Oliver Cromwell control of England.
•  In 1649, one vote  literally cost King Charles I of England his head.  The vote to behead him was 67 against  and 68 for — the ax fell thanks to one vote.
•  In 1714, one vote placed King George I on the throne of England and restored the monarchy.
• In 1800, the Electoral College met in the respective states to cast their two votes for  President.  At that time, the U.S.  Constitution provided the candidate receiving the most electoral votes would become President and the candidate receiving the second highest number of votes would become Vice President.  When the results of the Electoral College votes were opened by both houses of Congress, there was a tie vote for President between Thomas Jefferson and Aaron Burr.  That threw the election of President  into the House of Representatives where Thomas Jefferson was elected our third president by a one vote margin.
•  In 1824, none of the four Presidential candidates received an electoral majority.  The election was sent to the House of Representatives, where John Quincy Adams defeated front-runner Andrew Jackson by one vote to become the nation’s 6th president.  Andrew Jackson received the majority of the nation’s popular vote (no hanging chads there my friends).
•  In 1868, one vote in the  U.S. Senate saved President Andrew Johnson from impeachment.
•  In 1875, a one vote margin changed France from a monarchy to a republic.
•  In 1876, no presidential contender received a majority of electoral votes so the determination of the country’s president was again thrown into the U.S. House of Representatives.  By a one vote margin, Rutherford B. Hayes became the new U.S. president.  When Tilden’s party protested the tabulation and demanded a recount, Congress established a 15-member electoral commission to again count the electoral votes and declare the result.  By an eight to seven margin— again, one vote — the commission affirmed the count and gave the election and presidency to Hayes.
•  In 1889, by a one vote  margin, Washington was admitted to statehood with the union.
• In 1916, if presidential hopeful Charles E. Hughes had received one additional vote in each of California’s precincts, he would have defeated President Woodrow Wilson’s re-election bid.
•  On November 8, 1923, members of the then recently formed revolutionary political party met to elect a leader in a Munich, Germany beer hall.  By a majority of one vote, they chose an ex-soldier named Adolph Hitler to become the NAZI Party leader.
•  In 1948, a Texas convention voted for Lyndon B. Johnson over ex-Governor Coke Stevens in a contested Senatorial election. Lyndon Johnson because U.S. Senator by a one vote margin.
•  In the 1960 presidential election, an additional one vote per precinct in Illinois, Missouri, New Jersey, and Texas may have altered the course of America’s modern history
  by denying John F. Kennedy the presidency and placing Richard Nixon in the White House eight years earlier.
•  In 1962, the governors of  Maine, Rhode Island, and North Dakota were all elected by a margin of one  vote per precinct ( Notice these are not large population centers either).

http://www.learn-usa.com/of_relevance/vote.htm

Now to bring us “back to the future”.  I spend a good bit of my time with young folks in my church and the local youth sport leagues. About 15 years ago, at one weekend retreat for about 500 teenagers sponsored by my church, an associate professor from Southern Methodist University shared his research on peer pressure amongst teens. It was a spell binding hour-long presentation from which I will share one anecdote on the Power of One teenager in Dallas, Texas.

My friend Rob wanted to test his research with a live subject. So he hooked Mike, who was highly regarded at a suburban high school, to conduct a one day trial. Let it be known that this young man was a senior and B.M.O.C. aka Big Man On Campus (i.e.- starting QB, Homecoming King, and Senior Class President.) I believe you get the picture. There were negotiations and ultimately Mike agreed that for $100 he would perform the test. Simply put,  he was to wear a pair of Sears “no name pocket” jeans to school all day. Yes the $100 was below market rate when considering the potential damage to his reputation; but he made a commitment. By the way, Rob, the associate Professor, had to buy the jeans.

So the appointed day had arrived. Mike drove himself to school so there was little chance of being spotted on a bus. He snuck into his first class and sat in the rear. In his second class, he was forced to sit up front as he forgot that he was part of a team presentation! Yes, the proverbial cat was out of the bag now. The day wore on (I couldn’t resist). It was a Friday. By the following Tuesday, the Sears at the local mall had sold out of the lowly “off brand” jeans. Mike unwittingly had started a fad.

Truly amazing when we are under the influence of being Raised to the Power of One. You can make a difference and may not even know you are doing so. Go ahead and pull that lever on November 8. Your vote could be the One.

Do you have an amazing vignette to tell about someone who Rose to the Power of One…that made a seemingly insignificant gesture at work or in your neighborhood and forever changed events? Is this something we could share to boost others during these tired times? After all, in order to lift up another, you have to be above the rest to be Raised to the Power of One!

Jerry West-All-Time NBA Great

What Are You Shooting At….?

If there is anything I take away from my twenty plus years of managing people, businesses, and bottom lines is that one can learn a lot simply by watching people interact with each other. What did they do to get another to open up or how did your peer get an indifferent co-worker to internalize a new perspective? How did they sell the company change in policy? Did they make a difference? If so, how did they impress that person?

Most say first impressions are the most lasting: I believe your last impression may be the best one. For me it’s all about what footprint did you leave? We know for any project, process, etc., there is a beginning, middle and an end. Sure, a great start could make or break any venture. With excellent planning skills and diverse experiences in your tool box, you assuredly are going to have a strong kick-off. But the rest of the way?

I am a basketball fanatic. I was taught on the basketball courts as to why the middle is what determines real winners. It was Jerry West who forever changed how I shot the rock when I was 12 years old. He literally pointed out with his legendary right hand that he does not shoot for the front of the rim; he shoots for the space in between the front and the back of the rim. He shoots for the middle. He fills the hole. It was an epiphany.

So, the question is: what are you shooting at – the front, the back or the middle? It is the middle where you score; it’s where you leave that most lasting impression, that footprint. Really it is probably a line of footprints that culminate into that memory of you.

May I suggest that in order to build a winning shot, with the right attitude and a listening ear, you take an extra moment in the middle of your busiest day to spend with a melancholy colleague? You make the approach. Find that open lane and drive to the hoop. When you are done, go ahead and take that bonus shot. You earned it. Know that you just contributed an intangible to the bottom line; you made another feel more human. After all, with any Business It is a People Business First, right? It is your co-workers that separates you from your competition.

That’s how we see that the influence of being Raised to the Power of One is so amazing!!!

Colorized version WWll fighter Ace Butch O'Hare

It was WW ll. Butch was a fighter pilot in the South Pacific theatre. Today he and his squadron were assigned the task of finding and destroying a Japanese battle group. Mid-flight Butch noticed that he was low on fuel. Later he would learn it was due to a mistake by the on-deck maintenance crew during routine refueling. Reluctantly Butch notified his squad leader and headed back to his ship.

Butch was about to live any fighter pilot’s worst nightmare. He flew right into a squad of nine Japanese Zeroes heading toward his ship the Lexington. There was no time to do anything else but fight as most of the other American fighters were too far away.

Somehow he must divert the enemy planes from his carrier group. He began dive bombing the Zeroes. Using his 50 caliber guns, he attacked. He fought until his guns were empty. He tried clipping off a wing hoping to do any damage possible. He was desperate. At least 5 Zeroes were reported to have been downed.

Unbelievably the Japanese squad grew frustrated and flew off never finding the American battle group. Butch limped home back to his carrier.

When he landed, he briefed the ship commanders of his experience. Later that day it was learned that the entire engagement had been caught on Butch’s in-flight camera.

Edward “ Butch” O’Hare, the Navy’s first Ace, was recognized as a hero and he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander. He was awarded the highest decoration of his country, the Congressional Medal of Honor. Indeed O’Hare Airport was named after him.

It is easy to see how another was Raised to the Power of One in this story. Butch refused to believe he was “done-in”.

Some would say the story does not stop there. For you see his father was Easy Eddie (EJ) O’Hare, a partner in Al Capone’s gangster empire. Records show that he became wealthy on the sleaze and underworld dealings; but ultimately became a turncoat by giving evidence in the tax evasion trial that ended Capone’s hold on Chicago. Was EJ’s a story of redemption? No, it was his son who redeemed the family name in a selfless act on one incredible day in the South Pacific. For even though EJ was gunned down in 1939 probably by Capone’s men, most notably it was Butch who gave his life for his country on another mission one night in 1943 when he did not return to his ship and deemed lost at sea.

Steve Ewing, John B. Lundstrom, Fateful Rendezvous: The Life of Butch O’Hare, United States Naval Inst. Press, 1997

Primarily regarding morality and holding onto one’s moral convictions. It struck me when Pres. Monson quoted the WSJ article informing us that the Y  generation today thinks a moral dilemma is how many coins to put in a parking meter. Truly how can we expect our young folks to make moral judgements when they are not even taught what’s important much less what the phrase even means? We all know the major decisions in life are best made before decision time. I am grateful that my adult children know the difference between right and wrong; that they understand they are held accountable to laws beyond the scope of Man’s laws. They live by example for their younger brother who is heading into the dreaded teenager years where there will be loads of conflicting advice, peer pressured moments to drive him over a cliff. Fortunately he has shown more than once that he has a great head on his shoulder.

Another recurring theme was the need to get our youngsters to be involved in family history. Where this has been the traditional patch of ground tilled by the typically older amongst us; the Brethren made a point of letting the wiz- kids- of- the- web use their surfing skills for a better good. I find this to be an enlightened approach. It’s for sure my 12-year-old can type better, and see the screen better than his old man can. The whole temple process begins with proxy baptisms; so why not let the name research involve the young men and women who usually do those baptisms? Imagine the spirit at the font when they know the part they played to bring salvation to their kindred dead. It just makes sense. And for what its worth, it makes a deposit to their “worthiness bank” which takes one back to the original point about teaching the young folks about morality.

The last point that really hit me on the noggin was the need for all of us to open our mouths and have courage of our faith and in our faith. The world  will not know what blessings come from living by the tenets and doctrines of the restored church if you & I fail to share our feelings about this church. I do not recall who mentioned it; but one brother said many people are like two-year olds that wander off from their family. The little one does not he is lost; only his parents believe he is lost. Many of our brothers and sisters do not realize they are lost. We have to seek them out and bring them back home.

I would love to know your thoughts on this past weekend’s Conference. If you are not LDS, I encourage you to look on on-line at the church’s website…LDS.org or give me a hollar. Glad to help.

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