| The Beau Collins Story | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Early Years | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Where are you supposed to start when you say, "The Early Years". I suppose I'll start in Grammar School. Some would think it fortunate to be taught by Nuns, I hold another opinion. Peer pressure, guilt, shyness, and fear were all part of that game. It seemed as though life was a revolving door. Having grown up in an Irish Catholic neighborhood, I learned discipline at a very young age. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Applied Discipline | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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One might suppose that it would be graduate school to enter the U.S. Marine Corps, well I went to graduate school. After leaving there, civilian life offered it's own brand of discipline. I was armed with an arsenal of discipline, with nowhere to apply. Maybe that's why I applied for the state police, I hadn't had enough! That fiasco only lasted as long as I wanted it to. Again, nowhere to apply. How I ended up in California was more or less a mistake. This is where I learned to apply just what had been forced upon me from day one, Discipline! | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| California, My Salvation | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Surrounded by beauty, all of the time, it's difficult to thing anything but positive thoughts. I had to change, to become me. Years of seeing the world through my "ears", had become intolerable. Somehow, I applied the discipline that had been forced upon me, to become me. I wasn't the narrow-minded, predjudiced, better-than-thee person, I was forced to become. Now I smell that flower, listen to that bird and pet the friendly dog. Believing in myself was the answer that I'd been searching all of my life. It was right in front of me and I never saw it? Join!
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