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Several years ago my son, Christopher, woke me up very early.  He was frantically tugging my arm, pulling me out of bed, saying… "It’s On!!! It’s On!!!"

I had no idea what he was talking about.  Concerned and half-awake, I let him lead me to the back sliding glass door.  His observation is something we could all learn from…

IT’S On!!!

It’s On!!!  A simple story about passion taught by my Hyperactive Child
 
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I sometimes finish presentations with this poem, The Pen, written while driving into a client one day.  That, by the way, is not recommended.  I now own two digital recorders – and keep one in my car at all times.

THE PEN
by Matthew Moran – May 9, 2003

I sit with pen, a poem to write
Ink flowing darkly across the page
And I realize, its link to life
Each line and letter a metered day

At this sad thought I halt my pen
A vain attempt to stem its flow
But I know that ink unused runs dry
Its purpose spent with naught to show

For I am the soul to the pen I hold
And the pen must follow where I lead
As my soul in life must show the way
My life, the pen, the ink my deeds

So scribble deep and doodle large
Color outside lines, draw off the page
Ere ink runs dry and your life unlived
Your pages blank and death the wage