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Theres an old saying Every dog has his day; I was on hand

to witness Oskars day. It was fun; it was exciting and a day

to be enjoyed by all. Or maybe I just dont get out enough!


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Oskars 4 Minute

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An Oskar_The Fishing Dog adventure

Table of Contents

Chapter 1........................A Million Dollar Day

Chapter 2.............................A Wonderful Day

Chapter 3.........................Everyones a Winner

Chapter 4.............................Humble Strategy

Chapter 5..............................Walk the Warp?

Chapter 6..............................ADoggies Day

Chapter 7........................Have a Wonderful Day


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Chapter 1

A Million Dollar Day

In a video Anthony Robbins sent me he made mention

of the Million Dollar Day, this was the 1st time a

$1,000,000 was made with online downloadable products

in under 24hrs. Anthony Robins went on to compare

John Reeses Million Dollar Day with Roger

Bannisters 4 minute mile. As the story goes the

critics of the day said that it was physically

impossible for the human frame to endure the 4 minutemile therefore it could never be run. On 6th May, 1954

Roger Bannister ran the 1st sub_4 minute mile in

359.4 proving the critics of the day wrong. His

technique as described by Anthony was to mentally

rehearse his race, he saw himself in the theatre of

his mind, running a 4 minute mile over and over

again. As Roger Bannister put this into practice the

mental movies became his kicker, the kicker becamethe internal blue print and the certainty with which

he believed he could run a sub_4 minute mile. If you

were to watch the video of the historic race you

would see that Anthony used the right word kicker,

250 yards from the finish line came the now famous

Bannister burst, his own personalize blue print for

running his race.

After Roger Bannister ran a 4 Minute Mile it became

a reasonable goal in the mindset of many with 24

running it in the next year alone. Today its still a

benchmark but it is more often run and 17 seconds

have been taken off Bannisters record. But it was

Roger Bannister who had forever shattered the myth of

that human barrier. So it was with John Reese and the

Million Dollar Day. Today it is an accessible

target for internet marketers for much more than a


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million dollars has been realized in less than a day.

Today most of us have our very own opportunity to run

our own 4 Minute Mile. The glamour of Roger

Bannister race may not be there nor the dollars ofJohn Reeses day may not be put into our bank

account, but the vaults of our experience may be

filled with value, riches and empowerment if we have

our very own personalized 4 minute mile. The

important thing is to internalize it and recognize it

for what it is.

As I watched the video in John Reese I saw some ofthe same unique ingredient I had within myself at a

similar age. It stirred me to remember a wonderful

day I had. My day did not give me worldwide

recognition on the day, nor is it written in an

encyclopaedia like Roger Bannisters record; neither

did I receive as much money into my bank account as

was deposited into John Reeses account. I think

thats why it has taken so many years for it to wash

up on to the shores of my consciousness. As I thought

about Johns Million Dollar Day something awakened

in me, a spark ignited the flame that burnt 30 years

ago. As John spoke about his day I realised I had

reached much the same level of personal satisfaction

that was being conveyed by John. As I listened to

John I thought thats it, thats the kicker and

certainty Anthony talked about. The internal blue

print, I had my day 30 years ago in a much different

setting but never the less it is still powerful

enough to give me a Wonderful Day whenever I think

about it.


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Chapter 2

A Wonderful Day

My conjecture is most people including yourself have

experienced a Wonderful Day without realising it or

translating it into the arenas of your life where you

think about it and enjoy. It might be time to smell

the roses in your own garden instead of the media

heroes of the big screen.

You may need to get this, so dont laugh at myexperience, well not just yet; get what I am saying

then you can laugh at me, if you must. Years ago

before I found a hammer on a road in a town called

Bowen and thought to myself Ill become a

carpenter, I was tomato picking for an existence. I

had heard of people picking a great numbers of tomato

buckets in just one day. A tomato bucket was a 20

litre white plastic bucket that had to be filled tooverflowing before it was deemed full. I worked on a

tomato farm on the north side of Bowen in Queensland

Australia. I lived in a tent on the farm, cook with a

camping stove, an extremely modest arrangement. The

farmers nick name was Porky. Porky Hansen could

grow a good crop of tomatoes but his crop never

seemed to be a bumper. Yet there was this story told

of a picker called Dave who could almost always pick

his 200 buckets in a day, he held the record for

picking the most tomatoes in a day on Porky Hansens

farm.

I use to ask the packers (women who worked in the

shed the year before) to tell me the stories of Dave

and how good a picker he was. I heard stories of how

he picked good and clean no leaves or over ripe fruit

and still he picked greatest numbers, I thought if


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only I could pick like Dave who had worked on Porkys

farm just the year before? He wasnt working there

the year I picked at Hansens farm however I did meet

him the next season! But for this year he was myinspiration; the legendary Dave stories gave me hope,

he picked 290 or so buckets one day and had the Porky

Hansens record. I would crave to pick like Dave.

Then one day while picking Bob a picker; no doubt the

fastest picker on Porkys farm really cut loose on a

patch of tomatoes, Bob picked 280 buckets and made an

early day of it. I pulled out all stops, I stayed the

full 8 hours as I always did and I couldnt pushmyself any harder, I picked 190+ buckets, the 3rd

highest tally that day and I had picked my very

hardest.

I latter heard that was probably the best picking we

were going to have that year and I still hadnt

busted the 200 buckets barrier like I had the year

before. It was rubbed in by the other pickers. But I

found nothing to be discouraged about and I looked up

to Bobs ability. I wasnt picking to pick more than

Bob or the Legendary Dave; I was being inspired by

them! That day however I did learn; I noticed the way

Bob laid his buckets out and I realized he had

buckets in place and efficiently lay out and always

had plenty on hand, where as I was slightly

inefficient and ran out of buckets a little early. I

started to realize if I had good tomatoes, closely

laid out buckets and enough buckets I could break the

200 bucket barrier for that year, so I didnt lose

heart. I had a realistic goal for that season; my

expectations were I thought very possible.

There werent many good picks left in the year and

Porky was making us pick the same patch twice and

sometimes thrice for lack of tomatoes, but through itall my confidences and ability to pick increased


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although I never picked more than Bob. Bob was king

while he was in the paddock he could always pick the

most. Looking back I know Bob could really pick

better than me, and to pick better than Bob neverentered my head, he was there for my inspiration.

One a Sunday we moved on to a new patch of tomatoes,

Porkys farming ability had excelled, it was a newly

ploughed paddock down on a loamy flood plain, plus

hot weather had brought on a bumper crop. I found

myself in church that Sunday night, and a friend

asked how the picking was. I knew I was picking wellso with a realistic attitude I made a bold statement,

Im going to pick 250 buckets tomorrow. By then

with consistent picking and a positive plus attitude

I had over time created a blueprint in my mind that

allow me to speak it with certainty.

The Monday came and the tomatoes were good just as I

expected, but they were good for everyone else as

well and I run out of buckets; I made sure the slower

pickers had plenty of buckets, this would help there

tally. So I ended up scraping to pick 230 buckets

that day and once again I was the last picker to

leave the paddock. I had done my very best a big

effort I was not meaning to skite the night before,

but I had overestimated my outcome. However I was not

disappointed because I had given it my all I hit the

sack and slept, but woke up early wanting to get outthere again. It was now the 1st Tuesday of November;

if youre an Australian reader you would know its

the Melbourne Cup. The Day that stops a nation,

but it never did not stop me nor had it crossed my

mind what would take place as the day unfolded! The

Picking was still good and soon we were all running

out of buckets, when just before midday the pickers

began leaving the field one by one to cleaned up andwatch the Melbourne Cup so I never quite ran out of


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buckets. Then this is where I can see grace showed

up, Anthony Robbins says you have to have it; and

sure enough grace was there for me.

Okay listen to this, by lunch everyone had left the

paddock and I was doing great at this point, but

nothing too spectacular, then the truck driver came

back with two truckloads of empty buckets and spread

them out and dumped them as per normal near where the

next picking was to be. I was the only one picking so

the buckets were there by the truck loads, literally!

When I finished the row I was picking I went to thevery next row allotted. Another picker would have

picked it had they have stayed. Im sure the tomatoes

on that row were the best that farm has ever grown.

So good some buckets were close together as ten pins.

Every empty bucket was dumped in the paddock and so

handy I couldnt help myself; I cut loose.

When the truck driver came back after watching the

Melbourne Cup I could see he was surprised at what he

saw, full buckets galore! I felt sorry for him and

apologised up front because now he had an extra late

truck load to take back to the shed. That day I

picked 325 buckets of tomatoes. My mind even needed

adjusting to it. Our tallies had always been out that

year, my pay had been deducted every week even though

I knew I wasnt miscounting my buckets. This time I

was the only one left standing in the paddock, thebuckets that afternoon were mostly mine, I had really

isolated myself, this could be dangerous, but what

followed was so uplifting. The report from the shed

was exact, not one over not one under, all the

buckets that afternoon were clean of leaves and full

of good fruit same as Dave use to pick.


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Chapter 3

Everyones a Winner

I often wonder if the record of 325 buckets on Porky

Hansens farm was ever broken. One thing is for

certain I did not go out there to find a record or to

break it, but I did go my hardest that season. The

limitations that were in my heart and mind would

forever be reminded they had got it wrong. Sometimes

when I pick up a tomato in the supermarket I

remembered Porky Hansens bumper crop, or whenAustralia stops for the Melbourne Cup, I still to

this day have a pause and think; I somehow weave

thoughts all together with a mystical thread and tie

it all into a memory so graced, somewhere in the mix

of it are good thoughts and I have the most

Wonderful Day.

Whatever happened to Bob who could pick more thanme, I guess he did? No doubt he would be among the

few tomato pickers who picked over 400 buckets in a

day. But there was a picker I knew well, a gentleman

always, he picked the same farm as I for a season and

if Im not mistaken he picked 450 buckets one day

without letting others know; Harry Richards is

legend. Another legend that comes to mind and is a

good example of someone who achieved something

remarkable but this time it was done in the public

eye, his name is Steven Bradbury.


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Chapter 4

Humble Strategy

Australia's first ever Winter Olympic gold, also the first such medal won by a

competitor from any Southern Hemisphere country, was won by Steven

Bradbury in the 1000m short track speed skating. Well off the pace of the

medal favourites, Bradbury was positioned at the rear in the semi-final, only

to see his competitors crash into each other, allowing him through to the

final. Again well off the pace in the final all four other competitors crashed

out at the final corner, leaving a shocked Bradbury to take the gold medal.

-The above was an extract from Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia:

Its sort of like this, Where were you when

Bradbury won gold? Well I was in Canungra Queensland

building with young Aaron Mahoney at the time of the

2002 Winter Olympics. We were having a good time at

work and I was encouraging Aaron to hang in there,stay a bit longer, try a bit harder get that little

more done in a day. He proved himself a good worker

and didnt need much encouragement; it was a fun pass

time. Aaron and I had some choice good times and

right in the mist of our weeks working together

Steven Bradbury won his race. He made our days

happier as we would recall his races and the comments

he made after the race. He said something like this;

that his plan was to try and stay on his feet and be

in a good position to pick up a bronze if something

went wrong amongst one of the leaders. In reality he

figured in his mind he was off the pace to tussle

with the leaders for the gold, but felt if he could

stay on his feet he could race someone for the bronze

(he saw bronze as his goal). So he had figuratively

given the gold to the winner, he inadvertently was

the winner he had given the gold too. He was sober in
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thought moving within the guidelines he knew to be

true of his capabilities. In his raced he executed an

extremely sober plan, and was rewarded with his

sports ultimate accolade. In a sense the Gold was atrue reflection of the gold within, which is the way

he thought. Think about it without pride he acted

within his own true judgements, he didnt assume a

place that was outside his grasp but the

circumstances changed and meet his resolve with their

best possible reward. Im so impressed by his golden

attitude at such a critical moment, and I am reminded

of the old proverb Pride comes before a fall. Hedidnt fall, did he? There is a lot to be said about

staying on your feet especially in ice skating. It

also begs the questions Was he competing with

somebody else or was he competing with what he was

capable of? Was he racing to beat the others or was

he skating with his best wisdom, and did grace find

him or did he find grace? Whatever way your mind

tosses the events of the 1000m short track speedskating in the 2002 Winter Olympics, it is still

Steven Bradbury who slept with the Gold medal under

his pillow the next night, I sure he partied all that

first night.
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Chapter 5

Walk the Warp?

Here is a thought that needs pondering; what is the

common denominator with Bannisters 4 Minute Mile,

Reeses $1,000,000 day, my 325 buckets of tomatoes

and Bradburys Winter Olympics Gold? An answer is;

they are all personalized efforts of considerable

internal achievement. Okay remember when I said to

you earlier not to laugh, just yet! Well now is the

time to laugh. How can I possibly rank 325 buckets oftomatoes alongside the 1st 4 Minute Mile, the 1st

$1,000,000 day on the internet and the Southern

Hemisphere 1st Gold at the Winter Olympics?

If you judge these achievements externally they are

all quite different, they are to be judged

externally, that is the legitimate viewing parameter.

But what if the individual who attains is not able tobe externally judged by? I know for me, 325 buckets

in a day was a very intrapersonal experience. Is it

possible we internalized our goals? What if all our

goals were objective and not subjective, as though

there were others in the race? Internally Reese was

hatching a plan for a million dollar day, Bannister

was racing the clock, though others were in the very

same race, I was testing myself to see how good I

could do, and Bradbury was holding to a plan he knew

was his best bet, a bronze medal at the Olympics.

Compared externally Bannisters 4 Minute Mile with

John Reeses $1,000,000 day there is nothing in

common, you cannot cash dollars in for a better speed

around the race track. Money can really buy very

little. The only true comparison is in an internal

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Picking 325 buckets of tomatoes doesnt have the same

level of fame, glamour or notoriety that the 1st 4

Minute Mile had, nevertheless if you dont confuse

the issues and think only in terms of the personalachievement I received, I can compared quite

legitimately with the 1st 4 Minute Mile run by Roger

Bannister, the 1st $1,000,000 on the internet by John

Reese and Bradburys Gold medal.

Now that the issues of personal achievement is not

confused or judged by per se a medias perception or

mentality I can talk to you openly about other realthoughts that are not often considered or even

recognised by the masses. Remember that 325 buckets

of tomatoes I picked on Porky Hansens farm, Id like

to think you have! Have you had an experience in life

where the very circumstances weaved its way into the

fabric or your life to make it a better place? I

dont know what to call this but I do feel it exists

and has the form of a destiny that warps, I take this

thought from time warping, todays science says that

time and space together are a fabric (space-time)

that warps twists and bends. When looking back in

time it seemed like everything worked together for my

good. I was picking a record number of buckets but

circumstances were in place to cause it to be so

before I even set foot on the farm, then I literally

pick into it. If I wasnt picking my best I would not

have picked myself into a row that was yielding the

best tomatoes Porky Hansen had ever grown and of

cause that just all happened on Melbourne Cup day

when everyone else had left the field. Im sure

destiny has an ability to wrap itself around us in a

warp like fashion but we have to walk the warp. I

dont think its my imagination when I see this in

Steve Bradburys race as well. Dont get me wrong Im

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down a gear, but that if youre consistently at the

very limits of your destined boundary, than your

destiny has the facility to open another boundary to

you. I think that destiny has this facility builtinto itself to take us beyond the boundaries of our

perceptual perpetual existence, I hope Im not wrong;

if I am its a cool thought worth having anyway!

What on earth are the boundaries of our perceptual

perpetual existence anyway? Well it might be best

not to take that entire class just yet, but Ill give

you a little story about Oskar my little fishing dog,

he illustrates it better.

But first here is a thought; we all need to run our

own race or walk our own walk and in a way that

enables us to meet with destiny on our best terms.

When we do this in a senseit equates to our very own

4 minute mile. We all need to cut our teeth

somewhere. Our lives have a boundary we are not aware

of that is like a set of railway tracks, a continuous

loop we travel on each and every day, this is done

subconsciously. Off the tracks you cant go anywhere,

but on the tracks is a safety but you cant have a

different result, if you travel the same old track,

it will be the same old loop. Youre not aware of the

fact but this track is your own doing. When you think

youre making decisions to carve your own way through

life each and every day youre not really.Its the

same old, same old! Yes, that also includes your

conscious effort! To add yet another dimension to

this, consciously your boundaries are only perceived

and not real although that perception is quite real,

it is only the perception of a boundary we ever deal

with and not a boundary itself. It is my suspicion

our boundary of existence is not able to be detected

by a conscious effort, maybe it is stumbled upon

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to find it; I think its given to each individual

divinely if we walk in it? The implication of all

this is quite staggering, the conscious mind never

really deals with it because it does what it doesbest, selectively assimilates only the data that it

might be able to use rationally and consciously. If

we make a conscious decision to go in a wise

direction the whole time your subconscious is not

interrupting your conscious endeavours it stays

travelling the same direction, you can consciously

keep your decision on track. You may wake up 2 or 3

days later not fulfilling your wise decision andthink to yourself What happened to that decision;

what happened was your consciousness didnt even

detect the internal boundaries of the subconscious

let alone the real boundaries of our existence that

may be externally imposed if ever reached or they may

be withheld at one time or another. Heavy stuff to

convey so for a lighter look let us go to the

illustration. Its best to jump out of the human formand look at a true story about my Australian Sydney

silky terrier. Let me tell you about Oskar my fishing

dog and he can explain it better than I can. Youll

see!


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Chapter 6

A Doggies Day

Its is hard to judge all our experiences unerringly

while continually trapped in a human form, because

from here we dont see things as they are, we see

things as we are. So lets take a break from being

human and look at things in Oskars world. Sometimes

when we see the same situation through different eyes

we see things in a dissimilar way. We are not looking

from our same old attitudes, and a whole new world isopened up to us.

This is Oskars equivalent to Bannisters 4 minute

mile. I will have to interpret Oskars barks for you;

I hope I do Oskar justice.

One day I took my little fishing friend with me into

the high country of New England Tablelands, there a

unique event unfolded. The area I fish was flooded

seven months earlier by a huge flood and this was my

first trip back here since the mighty flood. The

banks were cleared and I was able to walk up stream

further than I ever had walked before. Then up there

Oskar disappeared into the bush I called and I

called, then I heard a thumping noise and all of a

sudden out of nowhere came this kangaroo it was as

large as me and bounding straight toward me in full

hop, at the last bounce it bounced away off to the

left, then scooting out of the bush complete with

dust from a corner skid, Oskar appeared, he was in

full gallop, he had rounded up his first roo. Oskar

is 7+kg this Roo was 70+kg so, go figure! Oskar was

pleased with himself and if I would have played my

part we could have caught that roo together, well

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After that trip many times we went off trout fishing

together each year. He continued to tack off on his

own up the bank sides finding wildlife trails and

chasing wallabies. I didnt mind that much; it wasgood for the little guy to have some fun. For the

most parts where I fish the banks are steep and he

couldnt get anywhere near the wallabies, they would

see him coming and hop away before he got there.

However this one afternoon while hiking back from

fishing I came to a beautiful stretch of the river

where the bank was low and flat, the grass green lust

and long, and wallabies were grazing. I was thinkingI hope Oskar doesnt see them, but my mischievous

side got the better of me and I said to Oskar Hoppy,

hoppy, look at the hoppy. With that Oskar started

looking around till he saw the wallabies grazing.

Then the chase was on; it was fun to watch Oskar, he

barked way too early, like sending a warning shots

whistling over the bow, so the wallabies had a good

head start they went through a fence then Oskarchased till all were out of sight. Oskar of course

has no chance of actually catching one; he is just

7+kgs this is big for a Sydney silky but small in

comparison to a wallaby but thought so long as they

were hoping away from him he would right to chase

them. The idea that he could actually capture one of

these beasts was illogical but I often had a niggling

concerned that one day one might turn on him, a realpossibility in the bush, but I also figured that this

was Oskars main source of fun, a sort of doggies

adventure while on a fishing trip with me. Then I

became a little concerned because he hadnt come back

from the chase, I thought it should be over and he

should be back here with me by now. I called and

called again he didnt come then back from the fenced

area where he had chased the wallabies earlier I

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was on to something and he wouldnt come no matter

how much I called him back. I knew something was on.

A snake, a wild dog, a dingo, a fox standing up to

fight him or maybe a roo had finally turned on him?I was there for him; I dropped all the fishing gear

and ran as fast as I could because I thought I might

have to rescue him.

I arrived out of breath to find my terrier had a

full grown kangaroo pinned between a tree and the

fence in a kind of Mexican standoff. The roo as tall

as me and it was hopping from side to side; Oskar wascovering his every move with swift darts and barks

but wisely keeping a good distance away. Oskar had

this bemused glazed look about him, I could see after

the chase he was in a state of complete exhaustion

but he was still pinning the roos every attempt to

escape. The roo moved with a side to side motion I

thought this roo is sizing Oskar up for one swift

kick. Roos have been known to kill even large dogs;

apparently they lean back on their tail and kick with

their hind legs. I put myself in a dangerous

position, between the roo and Oskar to give Oskar an

escape and yelled at Oskar Get out of here! Get

back, get back! Oskar ceased a new opportunity, he

immediately took up the 3 meters I had given him to

escape, instead of running away like I planned he run

between my legs and using me as his backstop

proceeded to corral the roo even further with greater

courage. To me things had escalated to an out of

control state of affairs. I was out of my depth! I

had lost it completely, for all my bravery this state

was suddenly far worse than the previous. Then in an

instant, it was like stardust had settled on us all,

something most wonderful took place. Oskars frantic

barking stoped and the world stood still till a slow

motion that came over the entire scene.


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It was an eerie change, everything so subtlety

hushed! The roo lay down on its left side in the

clusters of long feed grass between the tree and

fence. It even began feeding, the lush grass asthough I went there. Tranquillity filled the air, the

sound of silence, my panic was dissipated, and in

front of me I saw a large old man roo lying composed

and in absolute peace a fresh bite of river grass in

its mouth. I looked and there was Oskar still with

that exhausted bemused look on his face, not barking

and jumping from side to side as before but now

turning his head and looking from roo to me and backagain continually with his tail wagging in propelled

happiness. Now in this quietness I could read Oskars

every thought, they were as loud as his barking

earlier, he look at me and said Look at that, look

at what I did, Ive caught a kangaroo. Happy with

himself would have been the greatest understatement

of this century. Oskar is a dog that can smile and he

was really smiling. At that moment he had justaccomplished his purpose for barking and running the

wallaby trails and chasing after wallabies for years.

He had finally out wrangle a wild beast, the roo had

submitted and Oskar had captured! It was so funny to

walk with him back to the fishing cabin, my foot

sized dog now walking 10 foot tall. On the way back I

talked to him and really rubbed in what a great thing

he had done. He had gone from just a chaser to a dogthat had consummately captured! He pursued for years,

but in an instant his destiny had changed, he was

always a good dog but now hes a legend in his own

mind and for me his side kick for this story, I think

his effort is worth writing about. My little fishing

dog would never be the same, from that point on, just

mention the word hoppy and hes instantly alert!

Forever he would be, from this time on, an Australian

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and maybe even the first to do so. Oskar had taken

his own course, set his own pace and run a race that

I will always be remembered as Oskars 4 minute

mile.

There are a few facts I found out later, that I

could never convey to Oskar. Because even though I

still call him Oskar the fishing dog he now has an

air about him that is much like the John Reese

Millionaires Mindset. These days when he sticks his

head out a car window, he is looking for a sudden

movement in any paddock we drive by. He thinks ofhimself as Oskar the hunter; he has a roo wranglers

mindset or something of that nature, which may I add

is quite a reasonable deduction from his feat. No one

can take that thought away from him and I wouldnt

dare try. But there are some facts that Oskar will

never know and so his mindset will stay intact. I

thought it strange that the roo would lie down so

peaceable! I told Harold (the owner of the trout

cabin I hired) about the incident. He said there was

an old man roo that had a displaced hip they had

caged and kept for a while till he was on the mend.

The old man roo had become acquainted with dogs and

people and didnt leave the area after he was let go.

That explained the gentle look I saw in its peaceful

eyes. He did not struggle any longer but lazed down

in the grass in peace before a shouting man and

barking dog, in his long wise life he had seen it all

before.


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Chapter 7

Have a Wonderful Day

There is so much we could learn from little Oskars

escapade, the thrill of the chase for so many years,

the relentless pursuits, the courage in the face of

danger, the complete optimism even when I turn up

yelling to him, he saw me as the backstop coming to

his aid, finally in a split second of pure genius he

went through my legs using me as his enforcer he

seized the moment! Yes there is a lot to learn frommy little fishing dog, but I want us to focus on two

things that are abstractly related the first is the

backdrop to which Oskars courage is painted.

There are many moving parts to this scene that made

it possible, its easy to see that the backdrop

played a bigger part to the story then Oskar could

ever imagine. He could not have possibly wrangledtogether the numerous instances needed to make

capturing a roo possible, although having said that,

this is exactly what he has done. I still want it

noted; full credit goes to him for his achievement, I

believe that is the picture life is meant to express,

that is why it does so. His capture is real to the

point that a simulation is perfected, he knows

without a doubt he has out wrangled the roo. While

Oskar was mastering his roo chasing techniques,

Harold was nurturing back to health the old man roo

who had a displaced hip, at the same time while old

man roo was healing he was also becoming acquainted

to dog and man. I ask you, what are the chances of

meeting a tame roo in the bush, other than Skippy?

The second thing Id like to bring to your attention

to is; Oskar will never know! Because Oskar is a dog


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I cant explain to him it was a tamed roo he

captured.

But just maybe I have explained that something toyou? Oskar is sure he has caught a wild beast,

forever he will be a legend in his own mind! In a

sense he has that millionaires mindset that Tony

Robbins and John Reese talked about. In the video

they both agreed grace was the necessary important

ingredient, I think it is the important ingredient

working both within us and in circumstances, to the

point the desire in our hearts is a grace given,though what we fill our desire with is up to us.

Oskar has given you a live illustration; his desire

predictably because he is a dog was to run down a

roo, we being all Gods children have choices of

desire and morals as well as the obvious methods and

decisions not to mention motives we use.

I run it, it is my race, and I run it on my own, yet

Im not alone, its a gift and I took it, it was

meant for me alone.

There you have it and with Oskars expert help I

think Ive explained something useful for you; I hope

you see good reason to run your own 4 minute mile!

God bless and thank you so very much for your

precious time.

Have a wonderful day!

Neil Nicolson


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