Thanks to the thousands of Falling Uphill fans
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Thanks to the thousands of people in over 13 countries that have read and enjoyed Falling Uphill. I’m honored by all the emails I receive from fans about their personal adventures towards the life of their dreams. Without all of you, my book and personal dream would not be possible either.
And for those of you wondering about my whereabouts, I’m about to set voyage into the unknown again to bring my story of self-actualization to more people. I plan to head down the Atlantic Coast, which to me is a rather scary adventure considering I had declared I’d never go east of the Mississippi again. But I need to bring my book to people’s doorstep, because it’s a busy world, and a long “uphill” challenge to reach that nebulous critical mass moment when “Falling Uphill” suddenly has a life of it’s own.
Despite critical acclaim, years of work, and literally every penny I have, very few people even know Falling Uphill exists. Below are 3 easy and effective ways to help. Anything helps, even if it’s a one-minute email to a friend.
- Tell your friends. Most book sales are a direct result of word-of-mouth recommendations. Perhaps, forward this newsletter, or join the Falling Uphill Fan Page on Facebook and leave an inspirational message.
- Write a review. Try Amazon or Goodreads, you can even submit a review to your local paper or community newsletter (such as a bike club).
- Gift. Give your friends “Falling Uphill” as a real-life example of how to create real hope and change in yourself and therefore the world.
I was told by a buddha that there is a benefit to everything if you have the eyes to see it. Here’s an excerpt from “Falling Uphill” about how after one rainy day too many, I learned to see the world with new eyes.
I cycle into New Zealand’s emerald hills with renewed inspiration. One of the benefits of the pissy weather is that I see rainbows almost everyday. Rainbows only occur when it’s raining and sunny at the same time, and only visible when I’m cycling the path down the middle. Billions of raindrops, tiny prisms, fall out of the sky, and as if they’re observing the world, perfectly reflect and magnify their surroundings, revealing the nature of light, and colorizing mountains, pastures and skies. I find it curious that as the drops are born, fall and die, that the rainbow barely moves. Perhaps my being is like a rainbow broadcast by my DNA or my soul; and, perhaps humans are like drops of rain in the rainbow of humanity.