Books with author William Cory Stanley

"A most thrilling story and an authentic account of real personal adventures." -The Annual American Catalogue, 1898William Stanley was a gold prospector who returned from the Klondyke country in 1897 with $112,000 made in three months and claims worth Sixteen Million Dollars . In 2017 dollars that would equate to 3.3 million in gold dust and nuggets and $478 million in claims.Stanley explains in his opening chapter: "Yes, I am the man who recently returned from the ice-bound regions of the north with $112,000 worth of dust and nuggets taken from the frozen earth in less than three months. It is gold. The metal the whole civilized world is courting. The one thing that all men are striving to win; the deity before which universal man has ever bowed; the material sought alike by the tutored and the untutored, the rich and the poor, the righteous and the wicked, the old and the young, the strong and the weak, the Christian and the heathen, aye by all men of whatever nationality, religion or condition."

I have spent my life searching for wordsto express the depth of a woundthat can only be shared in tears.Beyond translation,more powerful than words,tears are a language God understandsand a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles.While letters drop from words like falling stars,and tears shadow the rain,God whispers through my pain.In poetry and prose,these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor,would be souls unbound.Might the words of my life be your lost and found?I pray between these lines,God consumes your heart and mind,and His peace you find.

William “Chip” Corley began his career as a stockbroker after graduating college, flat broke. Growing up in a middle class family in Clarksville, Tennessee, one thing was clear to him early on: he wanted to be successful and earn a lot of money. Upon becoming a stockbroker, Chip had no contacts, no money, and no experience. What he did have was a burning desire to succeed. While the investment industry offers tremendous financial opportunities for the ambitious and driven, it is also a roller coaster ride of uncertainty, full of highs and lows, and pressure to produce. Being a stockbroker and recommending investments to others is considered one of the most stressful ways to earn a living. The failure rate is 90%. To make it required long hours on the job, endless phone calls, research, and high-volume sales quotas. Chip rose to the challenge, which proved to be a great fit for his relentless work ethic. His early achievements and potential landed him a job on Wall Street in New York City. It was there he rose to the next level in his career. For 20 years, Chip continued to push. By 2004, the toil of it all caught up with him. Chip was diagnosed with hypertension and given a lifelong prescription for medication to control it. It was at that moment Chip understood that it was time to implement changes. He began to make health a top priority. In the decade to follow, Chip transformed himself from a middle-aged workaholic to a top-caliber endurance athlete. By learning to eat properly, incorporating yoga into his routine, exercising regularly, and utilizing mentors and coaches, his health flourished. Fitness became the passion that led him to the next chapter of his life. In 2005, he ran his first 5k with his 11-year old son, Chipper. From there he continued his athletic pursuits by running a 10k, half and full marathons; 70.3 and 140.6 Ironman triathlons; 50k, 50 mile, 100k, and 100 mile ultramarathons; and ultimately Badwater 135, considered the world’s toughest footrace. Financial Fitness chronicles Chip’s journey in the world of investing and business to his path fueled by fitness and health, and offers tons of tips en route to inspire others to find their own financial and physical well being.

I have spent my life searching for wordsto express the depth of a woundthat can only be shared in tears.Beyond translation,more powerful than words,tears are a language God understandsand a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles.While letters drop from words like falling stars,and tears shadow the rain,God whispers through my pain.In poetry and prose,these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor, would be souls unbound.Might the words of my life be your lost and found?I pray between these lines,God consumes your heart and mind,and His peace you find.

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This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. To ensure a quality reading experience, this work has been proofread and republished using a format that seamlessly blends the original graphical elements with text in an easy-to-read typeface.We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

I have spent my life searching for words to express the depth of a wound that can only be shared in tears. Beyond translation, more powerful than words, tears are a language God understands and a dialect we learn in thorns and thistles. While letters drop from words like falling stars, and tears shadow the rain, God whispers through my pain. In poetry and prose, these words are my faith, hope, and love for those with a lack thereof, those still wishing on stars above. My consolation, highest honor, would be souls unbound. Might the words of my life be your lost and found? I pray between these lines, God consumes your heart and mind, and His peace you find.

Willie's Dad is in jail. He is worried that if something does not change, Willie will not have a good chance in life. He makes a hard decision, based on unselfish love for his son. You can stream my author's reading of the story (and more than two dozen other, humorous, videos based on some of my most fun and funny interactions with students), at this url: http://contrail.gather.com/

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. To ensure a quality reading experience, this work has been proofread and republished using a format that seamlessly blends the original graphical elements with text in an easy-to-read typeface.We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.