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Lessons From Steve

They build the city but not the MEN.

As I begin to read his personal notes I realize he is still teaching me, he is still providing life lessons, he is still here.

Each  note brings me back to a place, time, or conversation. Steve wanted his  knowledge to live on,   so to honor his wishes we will be posting his  personal notes and stories in hopes that it will remind us just how much  hope the Teacher had for his students and to remind us that his  teachings offered us the opportunity to live harmonious lives that could  guide us to become a MAN.

Before you ladies get offended let me  share a conversation I had with Steve, this conversation impacted me in a  way that literally changed my life.

For several months Steve and  I spent every day working on updating some of his class information  sheets. I noticed that each day at 1:15pm Steve would stop and go check  the mail. Day after day at exactly 1:15 he got up walked down the long  driveway to the mailbox as he walked back to the house I could see him  sifting through the pile as if he was looking for something. Finally my  curiosity took over and I had to ask “are you expecting something”? Well  if you know Steve you know if you ask a question you are going to get a  lesson.  Steve smiled and said “expecting something will only lead you  to disappointment. I am looking for a Man’s Word. After receiving a  large check I was told that I would be receiving another one. So it is  out of respect that I continue to look for that MAN’s word.”

“Ok” I said, “you have to explain this to me, I just don’t get it.”

Steve  looked me in the eye and I noticed his gentle smile was gone, is eyes  looked sad and there was a seriousness that was new to me. As he began  to talk I experienced truth at its purest state.

Steve began  telling me about his friend and how they did business together. He told  me that sometimes things don’t work out as you wished and that a  separation was the best for everyone. Suddenly he stopped talking. Steve  began telling me stories of how he believed that if he could teach  others how to grow REAL food they would become profitable in every  aspect of their lives.

I remember how he looked as he told me the  story, it was like I was in the presence of an Angel, a message of God,  a true Master. 

“Deb”, he said, “what would it be worth to you  if I could teach you how to grow food that will feed the bodies of  humanity? What would it be worth to you if I gave you the secrets that  will give you financial freedom? Would you be willing to share or would  you be consumed by greed if one day money was no longer an issue? Deb,  would you remember the gifts I gave you, would you freely give a little  back to the teacher or would you forget me until you need me again?”

Stunned at his questions I quickly said “I don’t understand what you’re asking me”

Steve  began telling me about all the people that he helped build successful  businesses and how each of them forgot him as soon as they began to  profit. He told me how he often took his last dollar to travel to them  because IT WAS MORE INPORTANT TO HIM THAT THEY HAD THE ability to feed  the world because he could always make his own way. He told me how he  offered his support, training, and knowledge and how much pride he took  in watching them succeed. He told me how it hurt him to see how they  twisted his teachings to avoid giving up even the smallest amount of  credit. He told me how greed consumed those he believed to be his  closest friends.

Seeing the hurt I asked him “why didn’t you say  anything to them, why didn’t you stop helping them, why didn’t you make  them sign a contract”

He smiled as he said “it is not my place to create the MAN”  “They can build the cities but not the MEN”

He  could tell I was lost by that statement so he began explaining, “you  see Deb, a real Man doesn’t need a contract to remind him to do what is  right, a real Man knows that the more you have been given the more you  have to give back, and a real Man knows that this compensation should  continue even after the teacher is gone as a sign of respect to the  family. You see Deb, as a Man I work to provide for my family now and in  the future, as a teacher I make sure the people I teach are given the  tools to provide for their families. If I have to ask them to do this  they are not a MAN.  The Man lives in the heart absent of greed. A Man  lives in what is right. A MAN never forgets his word. It should be the  goal of all to become a MAN. Not lessening with my heart I found myself  slightly offended and asked “Ok so what do you mean MAN, umm hello some  of us are WOMEN.”

He chuckled and said “I refer to the MAN as the  core of or value of Humanity. It takes nothing to be a Human, we are  all born human it’s the MAN in the human that takes work to develop.” He  grabbed a paper and pencil and said “look here. huMANity, that is what I  mean.” Then he wrote the word huMANness… “look up the original meaning  of these words when you get some time and you will understand more”… yep  I just got a lesson and HOMEWORK.

As I drove home it hit me,  what it was worth  to me, what was I willing to commit to, how could I  repay the teacher for what I have learned.

I have become a MAN and I will continue his legacy with pride. 

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