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THE ADAMANTINE EZINE  - Issue 012 - December 24, 2007
Directing Marketers to Motivation and Success

By Jim Kelley - The Kelson Company, LLC

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Welcome to all the new members this month. There are many
exciting changes for me to advise you on. So, read on and I
hope you pick up a bit of information that will help you in
YOUR journey in Internet Marketing and Life's daily challenges.
That is MY goal.

Many have asked, "What does Adamantine mean?

It is my "BRAND" and here is the definition:

  ad·a·man·tine      
 
1.) Made of or resembling adamant.
2.) Having the hardness or luster of a diamond.
3.) Unyielding; inflexible:

"If there is one dominant trait that emerges from this newsletter,
 it is adamantine willpower and beliefs in those mentoring me
 in Internet Marketing techniques that are shared with my readers."
(Jim Kelley)

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Christmas - A Baby's Hug...

We were the only family with children in the restaurant.  I sat Erik in a
high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. 
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his
fat baby hands on the high chair tray.  His eyes were crinkled in laughter
and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled
with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment.  It was a man
whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked
out of would-be shoes.  His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed
and unwashed.  His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and
his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.  We were too far
from him to smell anything, but I was sure he smelled.  His hands waved
and flapped on loose wrists.

“Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. 
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"  Erik continued
to laugh and answer, "Hi".  Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked
at us and then at the man.  The old geezer was creating a nuisance with
my beautiful baby.  Our meal came and the man began shouting from
across the room, "Do ya patty cake?  Do you know peek-a-boo?  Hey,
look, he knows peek- a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed.  We ate in silence; all except for
Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid row
bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.  We finally got
through the meal and headed for the door.  My husband went to pay
the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot.  The old man sat
poised between me and the door.  "Lord, just let me out of here before
he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.  As I drew closer to the man, I turned
my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. 
As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's
"pick-me-up" position.  Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself
from my arms to the man's.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their
love and kinship.  Erik in an act of total trust, love and submission laid his
tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.  The man's eyes closed, and I
saw tears hover beneath his lashes.  His aged hands full of grime, pain, and
hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.

No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.  I stood awestruck. 
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set
squarely on mine.  He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."

Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. 
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me
my Christmas gift."  I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.

With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car.  My husband was wondering why I was
crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child
who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother
who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.

I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" 
When He shared His for all eternity.  The ragged old man, unwittingly, had
reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

Continue to love each other with true brotherly love. Don' forget to be kind to
strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!
- Bible, Hebrews 13:1

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ONE SOLITARY LIFE

We celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ during this season.   There is no
other life that has affected mankind as this One.   View this video here:

http://kelsonmarketing.biz/Recommends/OneSolitaryLife

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There is no commercial overtone or message in this newsletter. 

It is simply to convey to each of you, my sincere wish for a

Merry Christmas to you and your family from our House to Yours.

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To Your Success,

Jim Kelley Publisher