nts itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning

It takes so little these days to ruin your chances of not getting ahead, taking forward steps in the right direction, and ultimately succeeding. Picture in your mind two business men, each dressed from head to toe in a well tailored, expensive suit, displaying obvious evidence that the time he invested in front of the mirror that morning was worthwhile, not a hair out of place. Each man feels confident and his ego recites in a chorus, that this is his day. Almost the epitome and definition of the look of success, you're surprised that when the sun's rays shower his face, catching his smile just so, you don't here a high pitched "ping", like a glass rim being flicked to make it chime.

These two men, may look very similar, and be in route to their nine to five job at the same company or a different one thousands of miles apart, at opposite ends of the country. Their reasons for going to work do not matter. The route they take to get there is of no concern. Everything can be just as planned.

But then a curious thing happens. Something, completely out of the blue, unexpected, and understandably frustrating presents itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning

he time he invested in front of the mirror that morning was worthwhile, not a hair out of place. Each man feels confident and his ego recites in a chorus, that this is his day. Almost the epitome and definition of the look of success, you're surprised that when the sun's rays shower his face, catching his smile just so, you don't here a high pitched "ping", like a glass rim being flicked to make it chime.

These two men, may look very similar, and be in route to their nine to five job at the same company or a different one thousands of miles apart, at opposite ends of the country. Their reasons for going to work do not matter. The route they take to get there is of no concern. Everything can be just as planned.

But then a curious thing happens. Something, completely out of the blue, unexpected, and understandably frustrating presents itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning

his face, catching his smile just so, you don't here a high pitched "ping", like a glass rim being flicked to make it chime.

These two men, may look very similar, and be in route to their nine to five job at the same company or a different one thousands of miles apart, at opposite ends of the country. Their reasons for going to work do not matter. The route they take to get there is of no concern. Everything can be just as planned.

But then a curious thing happens. Something, completely out of the blue, unexpected, and understandably frustrating presents itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning

e ends of the country. Their reasons for going to work do not matter. The route they take to get there is of no concern. Everything can be just as planned.

But then a curious thing happens. Something, completely out of the blue, unexpected, and understandably frustrating presents itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning

nts itself. It is the kind of thing that really doesn't seem like a big deal, until you look back on how things played out many years later.

Imagine being in route to where you have to go, on time down to the minute, but ahead of you are alternately flashing, red lights warning of a train's approach. A deep sigh, and shrugged shoulders, trigger an inevitable let down. Before you, the road is blocked and you are forced to sit there and wait. Stretching your neck as if it was made of elastic, you look for any signs of the train on the horizon that is responsible for blowing your schedule. Staring at your watch, counting the minutes that go by, one after the other, reformulations with each, a believable excuse as to why you were late for work.

Such events aren't fair. They're times when you have no choice, but to sit on your hands and do absolutely nothing. Times when you are not in control of the outcome and waiting and seeing is your only choice.

It's the little things that will make you or break you. Often, in accumulation, they are the foundational secrets to the person who you admire most and strive to become. They are seemingly insignificant, minute, little things that are at the root of a person's success, or their failure.

Two people who seem to be so much alike, practically twins to the naked eye. One is a success, the other never becoming anything close to his potent