6 Miracle Morning Habits - SAVERS

With reference to Hal Elrod best seller The Miracle Morning, we have come out with these 6 morning habits which can change your life. In 3rd December 1999 Hal Elrod met with accident where Doctors declared him dead but after 6 minutes he came to life again but went in to the coma for 6 days and on 7th day when he came out of coma Doctor told him that he cannot walk again. After few years of accident Hal Elrod was keynote speaker, Bestselling author and ultra marathon runner. He proved Doctors wrong and he said after accident he followed these 6 morning habit which he learned from books and successful peoples.

We called these 6 morning habits "SAVERS":

S - Silence
A - Affirmation
V - Visualization
E - Exercise
R - Reading
S - Scribing

Silence:

When people wake up in morning they first think about daily routing i.e. I have this work complete, I will became late for office, I have meeting in afternoon which is wrong. According to Hal Elrod when you wake up you should be relax and for that you can do meditation, prayer or simply sit feel your surroundings.

Affirmation:

Do positive talks with yourself, lots of successful people used to talk with themselves. You can write your life vision on paper like how you want to look yourself in a life, why you want these changes in your life and commitments and read everyday.

Visualization:

There is difference between affirmation and visualization. In visualization you have to see yourself to achieve the goals for example your goals is to loose weight or body building then you have to visualize yourself that you are doing exercise, running etc.

Exercise:

We all of us know the importance of exercise but most of us don’t do and make excuses to avoid exercise. Just avoid excuses and make a habit to do exercise in morning at least for 15 min.

Reading:

Reading and writing is very important for our personal growth. Try to read 10 pages daily if you do that than you will read 3650 pages in a year which is about 18-20 books. Small efforts can change your life.

Scribing:

Give some time to write your thoughts and feeling which people also called it morning pages and you will learn something new every day.

If you want to complete all above mentioned habits in the morning than you have to wake-up early. As per Hal Elrod all 6 habits should finish before 8 am. In order to wake-up early in morning avoid snoozing because it makes you lazy and give you feeling that you are ready to face the day.

Take a 30 days miracle morning challenge

Find a partner and both promise each other that we will complete the challenge. You will notice 3 stages during this challenge.

Stage 1:

First 10 days, it will be hard to follow this habit but you have to fight with yourself everyday and have to complete.

Stage 2:

Second 10 days, these habits will become normal for you.

Stage 3:

Last 10 days, you will find that these habits are enjoyable and you will look forward to continue it every day.

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A Brief History Of Magic

With magic, illusions, spells, tricks and ceremonials are usually performed for entertainment. It is a supernatural power which makes the seemingly impossible occur.

‘Looking Back’

In ancient Egypt, there was a magician named Dedi who performed in front of a crowd, where he supposedly beheaded two birds and one ox. He eventually restored the heads of these three animals.

Because of this, the Egyptians were considered to be the first magicians recorded in history.

As the popularity of magic developed, tricks involving cups and balls were shown to the public. Then, playing cards, silver coins and dice were added to their slew of magical tricks.

Later on, ancient Greek magicians invented tricks involving the human body. A trick where a performer thrusts a dagger through one’s arm without being hurt has been developed and shown in public places.

The ancient Chinese civilization also paved the way for magic. The “linking rings” is one of the earliest tricks ever invented. To begin with, a number of rings link themselves. The rings are made up of solid metal and the illusion is that they eventually unlink themselves.

‘Famous Magicians’

One of the greatest magicians of all time is Harry Houdini. He started as a trapeze performer in the late 1800’s and eventually became famous for his magical abilities.

He was an “escape artist” who bonded himself using locks or ropes and eventually extricated himself.

Spanish, Italian, British, French and American magicians presented their acts as magic regained popularity in the 1920’s.

‘Sawing a Woman in Half’

In 1921, the world first witnessed a magician saw a woman in half. British performer Percy Tibbles cut through a box containing his woman assistant. After the trick, she appeared without a harm.

This trick became even more complicated when the woman assistant was ‘operated on’ with her hands, head and feet in full view of the audience. The assistant was sawed in half using a power-driven saw, and was later restored without a scratch on her head.

‘Reaching a Wider Audience’

Before, magicians only performed in theaters which were open to the public where food and drinks were offered but the magic tricks were performed

without any fee given by the viewers.

By the mid-1900’s, they paved the doors for magicians to be ‘professional performers’ by requiring the public viewers to pay for watching magic shows.

In the 1950’s, television was invented so magicians were able to reach an even wider audience spectrum.

During the 70’s, Siegfried and Roy re-ignited the interest in magical tricks by making large animals disappear. David Copperfield is also a major player in the field of magicians who offered great entertainment to the viewing public.

Benefits Of A Water Bed

A Water Bed Can Prove Beneficial To Asthma And Allergy Patients

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The water bed is one of the most comfortable beds on the market. There are many types of beds available, but which one is the best for your health? Well the answer is probably the water bed.

Comfort, usually goes hand in hand with the quality and support beds have to offer and the water bed comes top of the class in this department.

Most water beds are made from good, strong and supportive materials which provides vital support and comfort. A temperature control is one of the main features of a water bed.

There are many medical benefits of using a water bed and these beds are specially recommended for asthma and allergy patients. It is a scientific fact that a water bed will help with some health problems.

What is Water Bed?

A waterbed, water mattress, or flotation mattress is a bed or mattress filled with water. Waterbeds intended for medical therapies appear in various reports through the 19th century. The modern version, invented in San Francisco and patented in 1971, became an extremely popular consumer item in the United States through the 1980s and 90s. Currently they account for less than 5% of new bed sales. (Reference from Wikipedia).

Types of water bed:

The water bed comes in different sizes and weights. The normal weight can vary from 90kg to 180 kg and available in almost all standard bed sizes. One should always go for a large model.

Durability of a water bed:

Normally water bed expects to last for 10-15 years and durability will depend upon how you carefully use water bed.

Cleaning your water bed:

A water bed is very clean it does not accumulate much dust or skin particles inside mattress. Water beds have a removable and washable cover which is easy to clean. Vinyl cleaners are recommended to clean your water bed and mattress.

Some medical benefits of a water bed:

1. Water beds are very good for your back as they provide superior back support.
2. Its state of weightlessness helps in healing burn injuries and bed sores.
3. Water beds prove beneficial to asthma and allergy patients because a water bed cannot accumulate dust particles.
4. A water bed is highly recommended for patients with arthritis and rheumatism.
5. Water beds are used in care of premature babies.

6 ways to live life

What is life and how to live life? Its very complicated question because everyone has different meaning and different ways to live life but everyone ultimate goal is to enjoy life and to enjoy life there are some things which you need to ignore or get over it. Below are the 6 ways to live life:

1. Leave it which already happened.

Your past can make neither present nor future. If you really want to live life then you have to forget whatever happened in past, you cannot live with your past if you are then you are ruining your life. After every dark night there is bright morning.

2. It’s not your problem what people think about you.

Only thing matter is what you think about yourself. Self respect, self confidence and self esteem are not just word it has deep meaning and if you see successful people they do not care about what people think and talk about them.

3. Time heals everything.

Time heals everything. Time corrects everything. Time is the solution to every problem, I believe. A lot of things can happen with time. All that has to be there is the intention. - Mehcad Brooks

4. Don't compare yourself with others.

Everyone is unique so don't compare yourself with others. Everyone has different life so don't compare your happiness and problems with others.

5. Don't think too much.

You cannot get answer for everything leave some questions behind and go ahead with your life.

6. Smile

Keep smiling because life is a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about. - Marilyn Monroe

THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS

THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS BY GEORGE POPE MORRIS (1802-1864)

How much real comfort every one might enjoy if he would be contented with the lot in which heaven has cast him, and how much trouble would be avoided if people would only "let well

alone." A moderate independence, quietly and honestly procured, is certainly every way preferable even to immense possessions achieved by the wear and tear of mind and body so necessary to procure them. Yet there are very few individuals, let them be doing ever so well in the world, who are not always straining every nerve to do better; and this is one of the many causes why failures in business so frequently occur among us. The present generation seem unwilling to "realize" by slow and sure degrees; but choose rather to set their whole hopes upon a single cast, which either makes or mars them forever!

Gentle reader, do you remember Monsieur Poopoo? He used to keep a small toy-store in Chatham, near the corner of Pearl Street. You must recollect him, of course. He lived there for many years, and was one of the most polite and accommodating of shopkeepers. When a juvenile, you have bought tops and marbles of him a thousand times. To be sure you have; and seen his vinegar-visage lighted up with a smile as you flung him the coppers; and you have laughed at his little straight queue and his dimity breeches, and all the other oddities that made up the everyday apparel of my little Frenchman. Ah, I perceive you recollect him now.

Well, then, there lived Monsieur Poopoo ever since he came from "dear, delightful Paris," as he was wont to call the city of his nativity—there he took in the pennies for his kickshaws—there he laid aside five thousand dollars against a rainy day—there he was as happy as a lark—and there, in all human probability, he would have been to this very day, a respected and substantial citizen, had he been willing to "let well alone." But Monsieur Poopoo had heard strange stories about the prodigious rise in real estate; and, having understood that most of his neighbors had become suddenly rich by speculating in lots, he instantly grew dissatisfied with his own lot, forthwith determined to shut up shop, turn everything into cash, and set about making money in right-down earnest. No sooner said than done; and our quondam storekeeper a few days afterward attended an extensive sale of real estate, at the Merchants' Exchange.

There was the auctioneer, with his beautiful and inviting lithographic maps—all the lots as smooth and square and enticingly laid out as possible—and there were the speculators— and there, in the midst of them, stood Monsieur Poopoo.

"Here they are, gentlemen," said he of the hammer, "the most valuable lots ever offered for sale. Give me a bid for them!"

"One hundred each," said a bystander.

"One hundred!" said the auctioneer, "scarcely enough to pay for the maps. One hundred—going—and fifty—gone! Mr. H., they are yours. A noble purchase. You'll sell those same lots in less than a fortnight for fifty thousand dollars profit!"

Monsieur Poopoo pricked up his ears at this, and was lost in astonishment. This was a much easier way certainly of accumulating riches than selling toys in Chatham Street, and he determined to buy and mend his fortune without delay. The auctioneer proceeded in his sale. Other parcels were offered and disposed of, and all the purchasers were promised immense advantages for their enterprise. At last came a more valuable parcel than all the rest. The company pressed around the stand, and Monsieur Poopoo did the same.

"I now offer you, gentlemen, these magnificent lots, delightfully situated on Long Island, with valuable water privileges. Property in fee—title indisputable—terms of sale, cash—deeds ready for delivery immediately after the sale. How much for them? Give them a start at something. How much?" The auctioneer looked around; there were no bidders. At last he caught the eye of Monsieur Poopoo. "Did you say one hundred, sir? Beautiful lots— valuable water privileges—shall I say one hundred for you?"

"Oui, monsieur; I will give you von hundred dollar apiece, for de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege; c'est ça."

"Only one hundred apiece for these sixty valuable lots—only one hundred—going—going—going—gone!"

Monsieur Poopoo was the fortunate possessor. The auctioneer congratulated him—the sale closed—and the company dispersed. "Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," said Poopoo, as the auctioneer descended his pedestal, "you shall excusez-moi, if I shall go to votre bureau, your counting-house, ver quick to make every ting sure wid respec to de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege. Von leetle bird in de hand he vorth two in de tree, c'est vrai—eh?"

"Certainly, sir."

"Vell den, allons."

And the gentlemen repaired to the counting-house, where the six thousand dollars were paid, and the deeds of the property delivered. Monsieur Poopoo put these carefully in his pocket, and as he was about taking his leave, the auctioneer made him a present of the lithographic outline of the lots, which was a very liberal thing on his part, considering the map was a beautiful specimen of that glorious art. Poopoo could not admire it sufficiently. There were his sixty lots, as uniform as possible, and his little gray eyes sparkled like diamonds as they wandered from one end of the spacious sheet to the other.

Poopoo's heart was as light as a feather, and he snapped his fingers in the very wantonness of joy as he repaired to Delmonico's, and ordered the first good French dinner that had gladdened his palate since his arrival in America.

After having discussed his repast, and washed it down with a bottle of choice old claret, he resolved upon a visit to Long Island to view his purchase. He consequently immediately hired a horse and gig, crossed the Brooklyn ferry, and drove along the margin of the river to the Wallabout, the location in question.

Our friend, however, was not a little perplexed to find his property. Everything on the map was as fair and even as possible, while all the grounds about him were as undulated as they could well be imagined, and there was an elbow of the East River thrusting itself quite into the ribs of the land, which seemed to have no business there. This puzzled the Frenchman exceedingly; and, being a stranger in those parts, he called to a farmer in an adjacent field.

"Mon ami, are you acquaint vid dis part of de country—eh?"

"Yes, I was born here, and know every inch of it."

"Ah, c'est bien, dat vill do," and the Frenchman got out of the gig, tied the horse, and produced his lithographic map.

"Den maybe you vill have de kindness to show me de sixty lot vich I have bought, vid de valuarble vatare privalege?"

The farmer glanced his eye over the paper.

"Yes, sir, with pleasure; if you will be good enough to get into my boat, I will row you out to them!"

"Vat dat you say, sure?"

"My friend," said the farmer, "this section of Long Island has recently been bought up by the speculators of New York, and laid out for a great city; but the principal street is only visible at low tide. When this part of the East River is filled up, it will be just there. Your lots, as you will perceive, are beyond it; and are now all under water."

At first the Frenchman was incredulous. He could not believe his senses. As the facts, however, gradually broke upon him, he shut one eye, squinted obliquely at the heavens—-the river—the farmer—and then he turned away and squinted at them all over again! There was his purchase sure enough; but then it could not be perceived for there was a river flowing over it! He drew a box from his waistcoat pocket, opened it, with an emphatic knock upon the lid, took a pinch of snuff and restored it to his waistcoat pocket as before. Poopoo was evidently in trouble, having "thoughts which often lie too deep for tears"; and, as his grief was also too big for words, he untied his horse, jumped into his gig, and returned to the auctioneer in hot haste.

It was near night when he arrived at the auction-room—his horse in a foam and himself in a fury. The auctioneer was leaning back in his chair, with his legs stuck out of a low window, quietly smoking a cigar after the labors of the day, and humming the music from the last new opera.

"Monsieur, I have much plaisir to fin' you, chez vous, at home."

"Ah, Poopoo! glad to see you. Take a seat, old boy."

"But I shall not take de seat, sare."

"No—why, what's the matter?"

"Oh, beaucoup de matter. I have been to see de gran lot vot you sell me to-day."

"Well, sir, I hope you like your purchase?"

"No, monsieur, I no like him."

"I'm sorry for it; but there is no ground for your complaint."

"No, sare; dare is no ground at all—de ground is all vatare!"

"You joke!"

"I no joke. I nevare joke; je n'entends pas la raillerie, Sare, voulezvous have de kindness to give me back de money vot I pay!"

"Certainly not."

"Den vill you be so good as to take de East River off de top of my lot?"

"That's your business, sir, not mine."

"Den I make von mauvaise affaire—von gran mistake!"

"I hope not. I don't think you have thrown your money away in the land."

"No, sare; but I tro it avay in de vatare!"

"That's not my fault."

"Yes, sare, but it is your fault. You're von ver gran rascal to swindle me out of de l'argent."

"Hello, old Poopoo, you grow personal; and if you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, you must go out of my counting-room."

"Vare shall I go to, eh?"

"To the devil, for aught I care, you foolish old Frenchman!" said the auctioneer, waxing warm.

"But, sare, I vill not go to de devil to oblige you!" replied the Frenchman, waxing warmer. "You sheat me out of all de dollar vot I make in Shatham Street; but I vill not go to de devil for all dat. I vish you may go to de devil yourself you dem yankee-doo-dell, and I vill go and drown myself, tout de suite, right avay."

"You couldn't make a better use of your water privileges, old boy!"

"Ah, miséricorde! Ah, mon dieu, je suis abîmé. I am ruin! I am done up! I am break all into ten sousan leetle pieces! I am von lame duck, and I shall vaddle across de gran ocean for Paris, vish is de only valuarble vatare privalege dat is left me à present!" Poor Poopoo was as good as his word. He sailed in the next packet, and arrived in Paris almost as penniless as the day he left it. Should any one feel disposed to doubt the veritable circumstances here recorded, let him cross the East River to the Wallabout, and farmer J—— will row him out to the very place where the poor Frenchman's lots still remain under water.

Life is like a game

"Treat your life like a game"

Ray Dalio

"I viewed a neighborhood football match in a school playing ground.

As I sat down, I solicited one from the young men what the score was.

With a pleased grin, he

answered; "They are driving us 3-0" !!!

Truly !!!

I need to say you don't look disheartened.

"Disheartened?" the kid asked with a confounded look.

Why if I be disheartened when the official has not blown the last shriek ?

Genuinely, I didn't have a response to this inquiry!

As I got back home that night, his inquiry turned into a course in my stay in life for sure.

Life resemble a diversion.

Why if you be debilitated when your referee,... The Almighty has not blown the last shriek on your life?

Actually the length of there is life, nothing is unimaginable and it is never past the point of no return for you.

Half time is not full time and His schedule is not mine

Try not to blow the shriek yourself. ⚽

Make an amazing life. 😊

Difference in Belief and Faith

There was a tightrope walker, who was good to the point that he could stroll between two twenty stories expanding on a tight rope with an adjusting post. A large number of individuals would watch him play out his stunning accomplishment. After he strolled over the building he would have his partner sit on his shoulder and he would continue to stroll over the building. Everyone were stunned and gave him a loud commendation. He asked them whether they trusted that he could do it once more. The group said, yes, we trust that you can! Before long he asked the group once more, Now, who needs to volunteer to get on my shoulder? With that the group got to be noiseless.

There is a contrast amongst Belief and Faith. We can accept what we see. In the above story, the group had faith in the tightrope walker since they saw him play out the deed. However, when he requested that them Who needs get on my shoulder? Everybody was quiet.

The group had Belief however they didn't have Faith....

The Blind Man with a Lamp

Once there carried on a visually impaired man in a residential community. He generally conveyed a lit light in his grasp at whatever point he went out a night.

On one dim night he was running with his lit light in his grasp. A gathering of men were passing that way. They saw the visually impaired man and ridiculed him. They said, "O Blind man why do you convey the lit light. You are visually impaired and can't see anything?

The visually impaired man affably said, "This light is not for me, but rather for you individuals who have eyes. you may not see a visually impaired man coming and push him. They felt embarrassed and asked pardon.

Moral:

Reconsider before you talk.

The Ant and the Contact Lens: a genuine story

Brenda was most of the way to the highest point of the gigantic stone bluff. She was remaining on an edge where she was taking a load off amid this, her first shake climb. As she rested there, the well being rope snapped against her eye and thumped out her contact focal point. 'Extraordinary', she thought. 'Here I am on a stone edge, several feet from the base and many feet to the highest point of this bluff, and now my sight is foggy.'

She looked and looked, trusting that some way or another it had arrived on the edge. In any case, it simply wasn't there.

She felt the frenzy ascending in her, so she started supplicating. She appealed to God for quiet, and she asked that she may discover her contact focal point.

When she got to the main, a companion inspected her eye and her dress for the focal point, however it was not to be found. In spite of the fact that she was quiet now that she was at the top, she was disheartened on the grounds that she couldn't plainly see over the scope of mountains.

She Prayed to GOD, 'Ruler, You can see every one of these mountains. You know each stone and leaf, and You know precisely where my contact focal point is. If you don't mind help me.'

Later, when they had trekked down the trail to the base of the precipice they met another gathering of climbers simply beginning up the substance of the bluff. One of them yelled out, 'Hello, you folks! Anyone lose a contact focal point?'

Indeed, that would startle enough, yet you know why the climber saw it? A subterranean insect was moving gradually over a twig on the substance of the stone, conveying it!

The story doesn't end there. Brenda's dad is an illustrator. When she recounted to him the extraordinary story of the insect, the petition, and the contact focal point, he drew a drawing of a subterranean insect dragging that contact focal point with the inscription, 'Ruler, I don't know why You need me to convey this thing. I can't eat it, and it's outrageously substantial. However, in the event that this is the thing that You need me to do, I'll convey it for You.'

I think it would do every one of us some great to say, 'God, I don't know why You need me to convey this heap. I can see no great in it and it's horrendously substantial. Be that as it may, on the off chance that You need me to convey it, I will.'

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Yes, I do love GOD. He is my wellspring of presence and my Savior. He keeps me working every last day Without Him, I am nothing, yet with Him... I can do all things through God which fortifies me.

God favor

The Black Spot

One day a professor entered the classroom and asked his students to take a surprise test. The professor handed out the question paper.To everyone’s surprise, there were no questions….just a black dot in the center of the page. The professor seeing the expression on everyone’s face, told them the following:

“I want you to write what you see there.”

At the end of the class, the professor took all the answer papers and started reading each one of them aloud in front of all the students. All of them with no exceptions, described the black dot, trying to explain its position in the middle of the sheet, etc. etc. etc. After all had been read, the professor began to explain:

“I am not going to grade you on this test. I just wanted to give you something to think about. No one wrote about the white part of the paper. Everyone focused on the black dot – and the same happens in our lives. We have a white paper to observe and enjoy, but we always focus on the dark spots. Our life is a gift given to us by God.

However we insist on focusing only on the dark spots – the health issues that bother us, the lack of money, the complicated relationship with a family member, the disappointment with a friend etc.

The dark spots are very small compared to everything we have in our lives, but they are the ones that pollute our minds.

Take your eyes away from the black spots in your life. Enjoy each one of your blessings, each moment that life gives you.

Dilara's Story

'My parents fought everyday for money. My mother did not have a single penny in her hands and we were six children at home. She had to fully depend on my father's income, had to eat what he could bring, never could help her parents because she had nothing. When their fight turned bad they had beaten up each other and spent days without talking. I never saw them gossiping or smiling with each other. I loved them both deeply. I had seen my father to work 16 hours of all year round even in Eid day, as my mother was not the earning person she spent her whole life like a slave. My father died at sixty and at his death bed my mother was complaining how would she get money to survive, as he left no savings. When I get married I was a housewife too, within a year of our marriage I saw the reflection of my father on my husband. He was tried, tired of bearing a join family of five members, where no women earns and the only man was fighting for money, had spent night in leg pains and became angry with everything. I started working to save my husband. It was not that he asked for my help.but I can not do the mistake my mother and grand mother did. Now we earn equal and share same portion of responsibility for our family. To my surprise he helps with house hold works and look after our kids now, that I never saw my father did. I have my own saving and from there I help my mother & younger sisters in need. I bought a refrigerator last month with my money because my husband is very fond of cold water. My work saved my life and my marriage' - Dilara

The 99 Club

How many of you a member of this club?

Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was not happy at all.

One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; Why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy?

The King asked the servant, 'Why are you so happy?'

The man replied, 'Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much - just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies.'

The king sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the story, the advisor said, 'Your Majesty, the servant has not yet joined "The 99 Club".'

'The 99 Club? And what is that?' the King inquired.

The advisor replied, 'To truly know what The 99 Club is, just place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep.'

When the servant saw the bag, he let out a great shout of joy... so many gold coins. He began to count them. After several counts, he was at last convinced that there were only 99 coins.

He wondered, 'What could've happened to that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins!'

He looked everywhere, but that final coin was elusive. Finally he decided that he was going to work harder than ever to earn that 100th gold coin.

From that day, the servant was a changed man. He was overworked, grumpy, and blamed his family for not helping him make that 100th gold coin.

And he had stopped singing while he worked.

Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. The advisor said, 'Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club.'

He continued, 'The 99 Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never content, because they're always wanting that extra 1, saying to themselves:

"Let me get that one final thing and then I will be happy for life."

We can be happy with very little in our lives, but the minute we're given something bigger and better, we want more ...and even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, as the price for our growing needs and desires.

That's "The 99 Club"...

Zero Membership fee to enter, but you pay for it with your entire life!