My Memoirs

About the Book

Someone has said that the greatest barrier to achievement is fear of failure. Many times we have brilliant ideas but do not act upon them because we fear we will fail. I wonder how many times did the Wright brothers failed before they finally soared. Usually when I visit Washington, D.C., I like to tour the Space Museum. At the entrance to the Museum hangs a small bi-plane---I assume this plane was our first venture off the ground into the air. The Wright brothers had the idea that, “If birds can fly why can’t I.” In other words, as someone has said, “If you can conceive it, you can achieve it.” However, you may fail many times before you succeed. The important thing is to learn from your mistakes/errors and keep at it. Sometimes I wonder if we challenge ourselves enough; do we stretch ourselves; strive to reach our full potential in life. Don’t get comfortable where you are---put all your energy into reaching your full potential. We cheat ourselves when we do not give our best effort. Pursue your dream in life. If you don’t have a dream come up with one---something that excites you; something that puts fire in your belly; something that gives meaning to your life; something that you know you have the talent to do. You only go around once in life so put God first and pursue your dream. “Don’t go to your grave with the music still in you.” I grew up in the country and I can remember spending hours lying under a shade tree looking up into the sky watching the clouds take on different shapes. I would imagine seeing the faces of animals, humans, states, continents, etc. You name it and I have imagined seeing it among the clouds in the sky. I believe you have to imagine yourself where you want to be before you can achieve it. Finally, listen to that “Still Soft Voice” that speaks to you and follow its leading; it will lead you to success and fulfillment.

About the Author

I was born in Camp Rowling, a logging town in southern Mississippi. A logging camp moved about from place to place following the harvesting of timber. My dad, Stephen Moore, supervised the making of crossties for the railroad for a “Mr. Lewis.” My dad bought a four room bungalow house in 1938 and we became permanent residents on a 10 acre plot of land in Whitesand, Mississippi, a rural area about five miles west of Poplarville, Mississippi.