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Lacey Henderson: Inspirational Model

Lacey Henderson As Planet Terrors Cherry Darling At Comic Con 2007

In 2007 the movie ‘Grindhouse’ was released to cinemas. This was a tribute to movie houses (called grindhouses), which used to show mainly ‘B’ movies. The 2007 film was in fact a double bill of horror movies and put in a mediocre box office performance.

It was hardly a film full of inspiration messages, nonetheless, as these things happen, it has become a cult movie.

In the first of the two movies,  ‘Planet Terror,’ the heroine is one Cherry Darling, played by Rose McGowan.  Darling and her sidekick have to protect the world from an invasion of zombies: her outstanding feature is an assault rifle attached as a prosthetic limb.

The action moves to the 2007 Comic Con exhibition. This exhibition is held annually at the San Diego Convention Centre and attracts large crowds of enthusiasts to its film, TV, science fiction, fantasy and comic book themed stands.

One stand was devoted to the Grindhouse movies and it was decided to have Cherry Darling there to meet the fans. Rose McGowan was not available so a substitute had to be found. In stepped Lacey Henderson who was an instant hit with the crowds.

Miss Henderson, now 21 years old, is a talented cheerleader and gymnast. She has played a number of sports including volleyball, rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, soccer and pole vaulting: an exhausting array for anyone.  A couple of years ago she also worked as a dance instructor and counsellor of a youth camp.

So what is the big deal? Remember the outstanding feature of Cherry Darling.

At the age of nine, Lacey began to suffer from lumps on the back of her knee. Examinations showed synovial sarcoma and a cancerous spot on her lungs. Eventually, after sessions of chemotherapy  (which, as she had kidney and liver damage too, nearly killed her), it was decided there was no option but to amputate her right leg.

Lacey’s parents were a saving grace in those early years.  They refused to treat her different in any way and this helped Lacey get the determination to make the most of her life.

She is presently studying Spanish, French and International Health at Denver university and has been asked to train for the American Paralympic ski team. She has a job as a waitress and has undertaken some fashion modelling.

Lacey has one clear ambition: to pass on words of motivation to people with similar disabilities and help them believe in themselves: “I like the idea of letting people know you don’t have to let a disability limit what you can do.” But, as she has told her local newspaper, “I’m not disabled. I’ve just got one leg.” She refers to herself as ‘differently abled.’

Expect to see more great things and hear words of motivation from Lacey Henderson.

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Stacey Kramer: The Best Gift I Ever Survived (Video)

An amazing three minute video on a positive response.




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The Power Of Dreams (Video)

A lovely video made by the Honda motor corporation about the value of dreams.





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The Value of Dreams

“The dreamers are the saviours of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreams; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as their realities which it shall one day see and know.”

James Allen (‘As A Man Thinketh’)

Dreams are the foundation of success. They are where all the great advances in history have begun. I am not talking about the dreams we have at night about Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie (shame on you, she is mine) but those we have during our waking hours picturing the future we would like.

Do you feel you don’t have a dream? Well, consider this. Every child has a dream; what posters did you have on your wall as a child? What did you want to be? Why is that not your dream now? Or maybe you achieved your dream. Congratulations.

My guess is you do have a dream now though. Every parent has a dream of helping his or her child grow up in the best way. Every striking building was once a dream, every book was a dream, all those dating websites are full of people who have a dream to find a soul mate, every bored worker has a dream to be free, perhaps lying on a beach somewhere and every athlete has a dream to be world champion. Accept this: there are dreams all around us. Unfortunately it is not fashionable to talk, to think about your dreams.

That idea stops here and now. Find your dream for it is the fuel that will drive you towards whatever you see as success.

At the beginning of the movie ‘Pretty Woman’ a man crosses the street shouting, ‘What is your dream? What is your dream? This is Hollywood, everyone has a dream.’ Sorry, my friend, I believe everyone everywhere has a dream.

I realise everyone needs a desire, a hunger to move on. This is what I lacked in my life for a long time. A strong enough dream gives you the motivation to overcome any fears we have.

A while ago I attended a business conference for Internet marketers and home business entrepreneurs. I spoke to some highly motivated individuals and noticed, not for the first time (and I do not want to be racist here but the fact cannot be ignored), that nearly all the most motivated were from an immigrant background. Why is this?

I asked some of the entrepreneurs for their theories and the answer comes down to hunger, a dream of a better life. Britain in particular has a strong welfare state, which will pay you if there is no other way for you to make money. Of course this is marvellous if you are truly unable to earn an income but unfortunately the position has now been reached where some families find they are better off not working but living on state benefits. Connected with this is the impact of Socialism, which leads to a discouragement of innovation and wealth. I also regret the rise of the so called ‘nanny state’ where risk and individual decision-making were actively discouraged. That is not very likely to provide inspiration stories.

I believe I have been influenced by this collective thinking myself and am appalled by people I see every day who have lost their zest and confidence through being in the same position (or worse). This of course left society exposed to the recent recession.

Billionaire Warren Buffett put it well when he said “You never know who is swimming naked until the tide goes out.”

Perhaps you find yourself in the same position as me. If so, then you might understand we need to re-establish the motivation, the desire of the individual. This starts with finding a dream.

‘Oh dear,’ I can hear you say, ‘Dreams? Dreams? We want concrete action to change our lives, not airy, fairy dreams.’ How do I know you said that? Because that is exactly what I said. However my research has indicated the power of the dream.

The Australian singer, speaker and author Wes Beavis covers this well in his very readable book ‘Become The Person You Dream Of Being.’

“Somehow, and perhaps mysteriously, dreaming is the first step to releasing reality from the realm of potential. It can unlock desire that has been lying dormant. This dream induced desire can then set you on a course to becoming what you dream of being.”

“Therein lies the power of the dream. It beckons you to consider becoming someone greater. If you have a dream, you are poised for greatness. For the seed of greatness germinates in the dream.”

If you find your life is not going in the direction you want, take time to consider what you would like out of life. Sit back and allow yourself to dream. Dream until you get excited. Then follow that dream and tell us your inspiration stories.



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Fear Group (video)

Fears can be even more complicated than we thought…..



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I Am A Victim

by Keith Braithwaite

Do you know I have always been a victim?

Ever since I can remember I have always had things go against me. I would be late for appointments, jobs would be left undone, I never earned the money I should, I never got married (the women I met were all totally unsuitable), shop assistants always ignore me and life has been totally stressed. No one has done anything to help me.

Recently I had a car accident. Can you believe it? The guy in front slammed on his brakes with no warning and I hit him in the rear. There was nothing I could do to prevent it. The other guy was a complete asshole and I told him so (as you would). As is usually my luck, the driver is now being really uncooperative with the insurance claim.

I am stuck in a dead end job too. The work is dull, the hours long and the pay low. If a promotion is available, I am always being passed over and am often accused of being uncooperative and miserable. Well, what can they expect? I feel imprisoned.

My neighbours are ignorant idiots too. They don’t appreciate I work shifts and make a lot of noise at times when I want to sleep. Mind you, I always thought they were always going to be trouble so I have never bothered to talk to them.

I know who to blame for this victimization though. He is close to me and whenever I wanted to do something he would be there to tell me ‘Do this other thing first, it’s more fun,’ or ‘Who do you think you are? You can’t do that’ or ‘That’s too difficult, don’t bother’ or even ‘What would other people think of you?’

Someone needs to do something about him; it’s not down to me, I’m the victim here, remember?

This morning though I confronted him – the man who was to blame.

I had just finished shaving and I turned to get my towel when I saw him briefly out of the corner of my eye. I swung around to the mirror to stare him full in the face. He looked startled to be recognized and for a moment I said nothing. Then I blurted out ‘My God, it’s you, you are the one I have to blame for all my misfortunes!’

We both looked guilty as the realization sank in to me. I had thought myself alone and yet in front of me was my tormentor.

But do you know the most significant thing?

He looked a lot like me….



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Fear And The Dragon

by Keith Braithwaite

A long, long time ago a knight in shining armour was wending his way home after spending several weeks rescuing damsels in distress, fighting black knights, killing dragons – you know, the usual stuff. It had been a hard time and he was looking forward to relaxing. He was thinking about quaffing a beer or two, chasing his wench around the house a bit, watching some telly when he entered a beautiful valley he had not seen before.

He pulled back his white steed and gazed down at the verdant green fields surrounded by low mountains and thought what a peaceful place it was.

He became aware of an old man walking up the track before him. The knight hailed the old man, ‘Tell me sir, what valley is this?’

‘It is the valley of Marlais, sire,’ replied the man.

The knight sighed. ‘It looks a lovely peaceful, prosperous place.’

‘It does, sire, and yet it shows how looks do deceive.’

‘How so? ’ Queried the warrior.

‘What you see are beautiful mountains and green, productive meadows.’

‘I do.’

‘And yet the people here are poor and starving.’

‘No, that cannot be so. I can see a winding river and a water mill for grinding the corn. I can also see a picturesque village beyond.’

‘Ah, what you cannot see, sire, is the fear. In the mountain called Mynydd Pencarreg you see in front of you is a cave. In this cave lives a dragon. No one dares to enter the fields in case they anger the dragon.’

The knight smiles, reaches inside his armour and pulls out a business card. He hands it to the old man who reads it. It says, ‘Sir Edmund De Hero, damsels rescued, nasty bullies chased off and dragons slain. Competitive rates and quantity discounts available on request.’

Sir Edmund smiles, ‘this is your lucky day. Dragons are my speciality.’

The old man smiles grimly and hands back the card. ‘Sorry, sire but we cannot use your services. We dare not anger the dragon and bring him into the open. We prefer to have him in his cave.’

The knight frowned. ‘But the valley is dying even with the dragon in his cave. If you are to be rid of him, you need to bring him out. Dragons are killed in the open, not in their cave.’

‘You do not understand, sire. We fear bringing him out. If he stays where he is, perhaps he will leave us alone.’

‘But you still fear him.’

‘That is true sire. But we hope the fear of the dragon will go away eventually.’

The warrior sighed. ‘How long has this been going on?’

‘Forty-six years, sire.’

‘Forty-six years!’ He exclaimed. ‘You have been living in fear for forty-six years?’

‘Yes, sire. There is nothing you can do, sire, so we would prefer it if you kept on riding and didn’t stop.’ With this the old man started walking and without a look over his shoulder disappeared over the ridge behind the knight.

Sir Edmund pondered. He had had a successful campaign, business had been good. Perhaps he could do one favour for free.

‘Blow this for a game of soldiers,’ he thought. ‘These people cannot carry on like this. Losing sleep over their fear and not being productive as well; I will go and see if I can do something about this damn dragon myself.’

So saying, he encouraged his horse forward. He rode across the valley. As expected, the fields were overgrown and fallow. The mill was silent and dilapidated. Nothing was being produced. He continued through the village of Llansawel where the people treated him with suspicion. They wore rags and were clearly undernourished and scared. Their lives were being wasted through fear.

Shaking his head, the knight continued to the mountain of Mynydd Pencarreg.

At the mountains foot he reined his horse in and gazed up at the rocks above him. The large gaping hole of the cave was clear to see at the top of a gentle slope. He grunted and dismounted. There was a small sapling to hand so he tethered his mount there. He unsheathed his reliable sword, Matilda, and set off up the slope to the cave.

The day was warm and he was sweating inside his armour by the time he reached the cave mouth but he was pleased he was not out of breath. Nonetheless he paused at the gaping entrance and peered into the depths.

A sound from one side made him swing round, his sword ready to defend. The sword point lowered when he realised what he saw. There was a funny, ugly old man in a waistcoat and wide brimmed hat, sat in a deckchair, reading a book.

‘Hello, old man,’ called the knight.

The old man dropped his book in his surprise. ‘Gawd, mate, you didn’t half give me a shock.’

‘Perhaps you can direct me, my man. Is this the cave in which lives the dragon?’

‘You what? The dragon? Yes, he lives here all right. I must say no one has been up here for years.’

‘That doesn’t surprise me at all,’ said the knight. ‘Well, I’m going in to find the dragon. You had better stand to one side. It might get bloody. I have to chase the dragon out before I slay him.’

‘Slay him?’ said the old man in a quivering voice. ‘That sounds a bit drastic to me.’

‘Well, I have to kill him, he is terrorising the village below.’

‘I daresay the villagers are responsible for their own fears.’

‘How so?’

‘What do they know about the dragon?’

‘He is nasty and fire breathing and scary – you know the sort of thing.’

‘You know this for a fact?’

‘Everyone knows it. It’s what dragons are generally.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course, everyone knows what they are like. Anyway, I am wasting time. I need to go in and chase the bugger out.’

So saying, the knight strode in a very manly way into the cave. He made his way deeper into the damp, cool interior. He searched all the rocks and eventually found signs of inhabitation but no dragon. He returned to the entrance scratching his head (remembering not to use his sword hand as a friend of his had made that mistake and cut off his ear).

He saw the old man hiding behind a large stone. ‘Hey, you, have you seen a dragon pass this way?’

The old man stammered. ‘A dragon?…Er…no, well, I don’t think so. What does he look like?’

‘What does he look like? Well, like a damn dragon – what else could he look like.’ The knight suddenly stopped. ‘Old man, come here a second.’

‘No, that’s fine. Er…I have to go and feed the chickens.’

‘Chickens? I don’t believe that!’ So saying the knight leapt forward, sounding like a fight in a scrap metal yard, and grabbed the old man. With one movement learned from years of wenching he whipped off the old man’s hat and waistcoat.

‘Aha!’ He cried melodramatically. He had revealed pointy ears and a long scaly tail. ‘You are the dragon. Hang on though, you are smaller than me and not very scary.’

The dragon puffed out his cheeks and sighed. ‘Okay, mate, you’ve rumbled me. Yes, I am the dragon. Nigel is the name. And, yes, I’m not that scary, but I really can’t help the bad press we dragons get. All I do is make some Celtic artwork based on my family photo album and sell it in the next valley where no one knows me. I’m not doing any harm, really.’

The knight’s brow furrowed, ‘Well, I’m not sure what to do now. The valley of Marlais is dying because of you.’

‘Look, Mr Knight. I can see your dilemma but it’s not me causing it. It is the fear the villagers create themselves. I have to say I would prefer to leave this damp, draughty cave and buy myself a nice semi-detached peasants hovel in the village. I have a brochure here I got from the agent in the next valley. Hot and cold running water, gas fired central heating, decking at the back – you know the sort of thing. But the truth is I have no hope. What if my neighbours found out I was a dragon? I would be banned from everything – no access to the pub and no opportunities to play bingo.’

‘I see the problem,’ said the knight. He pondered for a moment. ‘It seems to me what we need to do is to get you and the villagers together so you can understand each other’s point of view.’

‘I like the idea,’ agreed the dragon, ‘but how will we do that?’

The knight clicked his fingers, ‘There is no time like the present, let’s go down there together now. Put on your hat and waistcoat again and we will set off.’

‘Okay,’ said the dragon warily, ‘but promise no whipping off my head when my back is turned.’

‘Cross my heart and hope to die,’ said Sir Edmund.

So the knight and the dragon started for the village. They were received grudgingly at first and then with fear when the villagers realised the old man was the dragon. But after some negotiation, the people started to understand their fears had been groundless.

Gradually, Nigel the dragon became accepted in the village of Llansawel and the valley started to come to life. The fields started to produce and the mill repaired and corn ground. Laughter came again to the valley of Marlais.

Nigel found a dragon wife through the Internet and now lives in the semi-detached hovel he wanted. He drives a top-of-the-range cart with air-conditioning. He and his wife still produce artefacts based on his photo album but they now sell them from a little gift shop they have in the high street. Nigel is even a stalwart of the pub darts team.

If you visit the Marlais valley today, be sure to view the cave in the mountain of Mynydd Pencarreg. There are guided tours and you will learn about the dragon that used to live there. If the guide is wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a waistcoat, listen to what he says with extra interest….

Is there a moral to this story? Yes, there is. Fears are more destructive than reality. Be sure you understand what it is you fear. It is ignorance that destroys.

Oh, and one other thing. Both fears and dragons are slain in the open, not in the cave. If you have a fear, never keep it hidden. Bring it into the open. When a dragon or fear comes into the open, its power is lessened and understanding and knowledge and love will remove it altogether.


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