A little lesson I was reminded of yesterday, when dealing with a very difficult circumstance.

On this episode Russell talks about intentions and why he thinks everybody has good intentions. He gives a few examples of why he believes that to be true.

Here are 3 cool things in today’s episode:

  • Why Anakin Skywalker had good intentions, and how he just went about it the wrong way.
  • Why a man thinking about killing his entire family, actually had good intentions.
  • How people who seem to be doing and saying things that you think are wrong, doesn’t mean that they don’t have good intentions,and why you need to try to understand their point of view.

So listen below to hear why Russell thinks people always have good intentions.

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  1. Gary says:

    Hi Russell. Great story… It makes a lot of sense and it actually helped me with the way that I have been looking at a situation in my life. It’s oddly similar. Let me explain. I was brought into this world by my mother. Everyone can agree with that.
    My grandparents took me away from her at birth. ( They saw my mother not fit to raise children ),so essentially I was raised by them, as with my older brother. He was 6 or 8 months old when they took him from her. She was doing very obvious things to force my grandparents to take such massive action.
    My grandparents had and raised 8, yes 8 children of their own, and had moved on into their adult lives and started raising their own families.
    The family grew and grew. I had over around 25 cousins and we all became very close.
    As my brother and I started to grow, the aunt’s and uncle’s started looking at us a little differently. I would hear whispers, ( Robby and Gary are so spoiled ), things of that nature. I didn’t pay any attention to it. I looked at my grandparents as my mom and dad. I believe they had, and some still to this day have resentment towards us. Well, I can only speak for myself but I think they were jealous in a way.
    Let me get back to where I think I have gotten some value AND clarity from your story, but first I have to finish the chapter or it will not make any sense to anyone.
    At age 16, my grampa died from a massive heart-attack in our home. Very very sad time in my life, I had just lost my dad. We all did. I was a junior in high school and it happened on a Monday afternoon. I remember one of my cousins come into the conference room where we were watching the game film from the football game we played the previous Friday night. I could clearly see that she was crying. Coach says, CLOUD, your excused. She took me out into the hall, put her hand on my shoulder and said, Gary, Grampa had a heart-attack, he’s gone. It didn’t seem real. I said, well is he alright? How bad is it? What hospital? She again said he passed away.
    Things started to change after the matriarch of the family had passed on. One of my aunt’s moved in. She was an alcoholic, but I thought it was nice having her their. We all were grieving. She stayed for a month or so, then moved back home.
    I gramma was in such sadness.
    3 years had gone by and I was now 18. It was just me and gramma.
    One morning, I was on the phone with a girlfriend at the time. I headed to the kitchen to get something to drink, ( Tang ) I believe it was and that’s when I noticed her. My gramma was bent over, and I swear, it looked like see was looking for something under the T.V. and I says, GRAMMA, what are you looking for?? She did not respond. I rushed over to her and rolled her onto to back. She wasn’t breathing. I began CPR the best way I knew how. I ran and dialed 911. Then Robby stopped by, and he started freaking out. Our neighbor ran over and we were all performing CPR. Finally, the ambulance came and rushed her to the ER. They got resuscitated but she was in a coma. We started praying for a miracle. But it never came. After a month of being on a ventilator, the doctors said there is nothing more they could do, she will be severally brain damaged if she ever did come out of the coma. They took her off the machine and passed away peacefully.
    So both gramma and grampa are gone now, what do we do? My aunt’s and uncle’s without hesitation, threw me and my brother for her death, even my birth mother. The family was in turmoil and quickly sold the house, divided whatever money she had in savings, her insurance everything and threw me out into the street. I was an 18 year old kid with nothing and nowhere ahead of me.
    My gramma was diabetic, undiagnosed as it was discovered and my gramma never had a doctor. I don’t have a memory of her even seeing a doctor for anything in my lifetime. Nevertheless, they needed someone to point the finger at and it was me and my brother. It still bothers me to this day and that’s why I had to comment on this story. It’s because it hit home.
    Now, I’m 46 years old. Have a wife, 3 beautiful and wonderful children.
    I truly believe my mother’s intentions aren’t always bad, she can be a very loving person, but why can’t she submit to the fact that I was raised by someone other than her, and goes as well for brothers and sisters. I didn’t ask for this. One thing is for certain, some, not all, just a few, their intentions were bad after throwing me out in the street. I believe that they wanted to see me in pain. They have seen. I still struggle with this, it’s obvious. I still stay in contact with my cousins and they know that their parents acted hastily towards my brother and I. I’ve even tried to reach out just say hello, how have you been, how are you… I think I got side tracked here and I offer my apologies, but just wanted to tell my story here and how the post affected me to reply. I know that we all loved one another in days past and know that, in my case, I never intended to get some sort of retribution to those that hurt and scarred me. I’m just not that way, but others are.
    Thanks.

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