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5 steps To Conquer The “Bullies” In Your Life

It has taken a little bit of courage for me to write this article for WSJ. I was asked to write an Op-Ed based on a situation that made me feel victimized this past week, as well as do a television interview that will help bring awareness for others that might be going through similar

Jun 12, 2020 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

I Love My Career

Can I tell you how much I love my career? I feel SO lucky to say that! After returning home from my Latter Day Saint mission to Bangkok Thailand, I started my own business as a landscape developer with the dream of becoming a farmer/rancher. At first I was completely stretched — most of the

Oct 04, 2019 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

10 Keys to Lifelong Happiness

I recently came across a terrific blog post claiming “The 15 Things To Give Up To Be Happy.” Although I agreed with most of them, some of them I didn’t. I don’t believe that those same 15 things will work for everyone. Nor do I believe that the 10 that I will share with you

May 03, 2016 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Quite the “nerve” and “straightforwardness” of a flight attendant!

Quite the “nerve” and “straightforwardness” of a flight attendant! I received a bouquet of flowers from a flight attendant on trip from Honolulu to Salt Lake City yesterday. Was it an act of kindness? A gesture of love? Was it that “Christmas time of year” sort of giving? Was it someone that I knew or

Dec 10, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Believe In Yourself

I have found out that belief in yourself is absolutely necessary if you want others to believe in you. If you don’t believe that you can do something, how can you expect others to? Where would David be if he hadn’t believed he could have defeated Goliath? We all know the story – it’s one

Nov 24, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

The Quality Of Being Thankful

The benefits of practicing gratitude are nearly endless. People who regularly practice gratitude by taking time to notice and reflect upon the things they’re thankful for experience more positive emotions, feel more alive, sleep better, express more compassion and kindness, and even have stronger immune systems. The best way to reap the benefits of gratitude

Nov 17, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Talk Is NOT Cheap

We’ve all heard that saying: “Talk is Cheap.” When I hear that, I believe that should be followed by another famous proverb, “Action speaks louder than words.” In other words, we must make sure that our talk is not cheap. Whether in business or personal, we must communicate with each other if we are going

Nov 09, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Choose Your Leaders Wisely

I have been blessed in my life. From the time I was very young till now, I have been taught the value of working hard. We had a huge garden when I was growing up that required a lot of weeding and we had “chores” every day. When I turned 16, I had a job

Nov 03, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Blame Game

We’ve all had events happen in our lives where we felt it wasn’t our fault. We think to ourselves: “Why did this happen to me?” It could be a trivial thing (not trivial at the moment!), where you couldn’t find your keys. You know exactly where you put them …. They aren’t there!! Or –

Oct 29, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

Paying It Forward

Most of us know what the above title means. And I’m hoping that we have all had the opportunity to do this. It is so simple to do that I think it would happen more often if we just thought about it. I have a friend that works at a restaurant and he told me

Oct 27, 2015 / by Alisa Hafen / No Comments

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Chad Hymas

3 hours ago

19 years ago while in the hospital trying to breathe in my condition was like deep sea diving with a leaky air hose. Then insult is added to injury. They reverse the process, so they can vacuum out mucus from my lungs. They use a forced water vacuum system – sort of like the one used to clean your carpets.

The nurse pushes a water tube inside the breathing tube that is already in place. Without resistance, it slides down my throat and into a lung. The nurse turns on what feels like a fire hydrant and floods that lung with warm sterile water. She then reverses the process and sucks out the water along with all the junk that has collected in there over the last few hours. My eyes beg for mercy – to no avail. As I contemplate all my past sins in preparation for sure death from drowning, she floods the other lung.

Every three hours, I drown – literally, horribly, drown. Can you imagine a couple of gallons of water being poured into your lungs? It exceeds your worst nightmare. Repeated four to eight times a day, this procedure is as necessary as it is miserable. The pain and panic of drowning is not reduced by my numbness and paralysis. I feel every bit of it. I am positive I am going to die. I really would die if it took any longer than it does. I believe it. My body knows it.

My brother Brian is in the room one afternoon when the nurse instigates this procedure. As she floods the first lung, my body suddenly convulses and goes into involuntary spasms. It is exceptionally painful, even today, when these spasms happen. It is actually more like pressure – huge pressure – a monstrous vice clamping down on my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My body becomes an alien creature out of control.

After the procedure, I am traumatized, in residual pain and panic – harboring real fear for the next time this will happen – which will be in another three hours. Brian is as traumatized as I am – maybe more so. Witnessing a loved one’s pain is usually far more difficult than dealing with your own.

The procedure lasts less than a minute, but it is pure Hell.
Hell is sometimes essential to healing.

Brian goes to the nurses’ station and pleads with them to give me something to relieve my agony and panic. They gently explain to him that, although this procedure is an awful experience, it is too dangerous to drug me. I am barely alive, and they can’t risk taking me down any further. I am near the bottom already, and at the very bottom lies death.

Brian returns to my room, lays his head on my shoulder and weeps. If I could stroke my brother’s head or pat his arm to show how much I appreciate his being there for me, I would. My brother’s love and compassion calm me more than any medication could. ... See MoreSee Less

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5 hours ago

Now this was a fun podcast! Thanks for hosting me Shane and Jason!

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Chad Hymas joins Jason & Shane for a epic packed full episode.

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9 hours ago

Today's Belief- Continue to love. Continue to forgive. Continue to grow. ... See MoreSee Less

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1 day ago

The first police officer reaches under the one-ton bale of hay and attempts to lift it off of me. Of course, it doesn’t budge. He grabs his flashlight and shines it under the hay into my face. I blink. He yells over his shoulder to his partner, “He’s alive! He’s alive! Help me move the hay.”

Even working together two officers can’t move it – not a fraction of an inch. A thousand pounds each? Of course they can’t move it. “Cut the strings,” I whisper. My voice is weak. They can’t hear me.

I am not going to last much longer. If they will just cut the strings, the bale will break apart, and they can drag me out of here.
“Lift, Joe, lift!”
“Just cut the strings,” I mumble, “Please cut the strings.”
“C’mon harder.”
“It’s too heavy! We can’t lift it. We gotta go for help! Hang on Chad, we’ll be right back!”

I am alone again in the growing darkness. Wonderful painless, peaceful, irresistible sleep beckons. I struggle to remain conscious. One. Two. Three. Four… Where are they? How long does it take for police, fire, ambulance, to arrive? Where is the Coast Guard? Where are the Marines?Where is that one old farmer with enough common sense to just cut the strings?

The desert air grows chilly as the sky darkens. I grow weaker. Dizziness overcomes me and I begin to drift off into that gray space somewhere between the living and the dead.

Help finally arrives. One of the police officers bends down so I can see his face. “Hold on! A fire engine is here. There are six men aboard.”
I do the math. Two big, strong cops and six burly firemen must move a ton of dead weight off me. That’s two hundred forty five pounds each. No way can they possibly do that – but somehow, miraculously, they do. A couple of neighbors who have arrived at the scene stand by to catch me. They lower my limp body to the ground where I lie in a broken heap.

Why didn’t they cut the strings? They could have saved a long, tortured hour. How heavy is hay? A piece of hay is about the weight of a feather. How many pieces of hay does it take to make two thousand pounds? Lots. That package of sixteen bazillion individual pieces of hay wrapped in a gigantic bundle is a crushing weight. But separated, it would have been nothing.

I feel bad saying this, because it makes me sound ungrateful – and I am very grateful to the guys who saved my life that night – but there is a point to be made here, isn’t there?
Is it too big?
Is it overwhelming?

Cut the strings – just cut the strings!

Are you buried under crushing burdens? Projects that are too huge? Schedules that are too complicated? Maybe you are trying to do too much at once – trying to do everything instead of doing something.

Cut the strings and cut yourself free. Do one thing at a time – and get it DOne. Move “out of the strain of the doing into the peace of the done.” ... See MoreSee Less

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