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Write Your Story-Discover Your Strengths Masterclass

I’m so excited to share this with you, my friends.

Not expensive but life changing.

And I know that some of you might be interested in it.


It’s been part of my life for many years.

A joy, an outlet, a means of expressing my heart.

Although I never considered myself a writer

    I did enjoy writing in my journal or even on scraps of paper.

Bit by bit I began to learn how to frame what I wanted to say.

The rest began to fall into place.

And now. Today. I am preparing to offer a Masterclass

    Write Your Story- Discover Your Strengths

With the purpose of teaching others not only some nuts and bolts about writing

   but also how to discover your own unique God given strengths.

Join with other women by conference call to learn and discuss your writing.

6 one hour meetings beginning Tuesday September 4 at 11:00am-12:00pm eastern

    Or 7:00pm-8:00pm eastern

You don’t need to ever have written anything

   By maybe you are curious about the transformational process of beginning to write.

See only you can write your story in your voice.

Yes, only you.

Sign up now by contacting me at sharonbranicoaching@yahoo.com

Simple. Easy to join. Lots to gain from this small investment.

All for $180.

So please let me know today.

God has used writing to change my life.

It all begins with one small step of saying YES.

Hope to hear from you today.





The Power Of One Life

I can still see the first time I met him.

I was a young woman having taught one year of first grade in upstate New York.

And he was the principal.

It was only a few days before the opening of school that year.

My heart beat furiously as he interviewed me for the position of first grade that day.

Would I get it?

Would I possibly have a chance?

Everything inside me said no.

As I sat there on that hot August morning my confidence was low and my fears overflowing.

But the principal didn’t seem to see any of that.

Or maybe he saw all of it

and more.

The next day I got the call.

I was offered a position as first grade teacher in Culpeper, Virginia.

Joy mixed with apprehension as I quickly prepared myself for the task.

Yes, I remember walking down that long sloping hall to my classroom in Room 13.

As I stared at all the empty desks and chairs I tried to imagine the children who would be in my class.

You can do this, I said to myself.

You’ve taught before.

Yes, you can do it.

With an effort at conveying some professionalism

I walked back up the hall to the principal’s office to get my class roll.

The principal was standing there and we chatted a little back and forth.

The roll in my hand had to wait as we discussed the birds outside and the lovely young trees.

His calm voice eased my anxieties and nervousness.

Birds and trees were something that I appreciatedbridge too.

It wasn’t until I got back to my classroom that I looked down at the paper in my hand.

Name after name was listed in alphabetical order.

I gulped.

Thirty two names.

I couldn’t believe it. How in the world would I ever manage to teach so many?

What had I gotten myself into?

But today as I look back I realize more than ever

what helped me

or I should say

who helped me.

My principal believed in me.

Yes, he believed that I could do the job

and I was determined to prove him right.

My John Kelley left a lasting impression on my life

as he gave me the encouragement and confidence to grow as a teacher.

Years  passed all too quickly

and I along with the rest of the faculty

worked hard to give our very best to our students.

Long hours were spent

staying late after the boys and girls had gone home

and working over the weekend. It was just what we did.

I was saddened this week to learn of his quiet passing

But deep within my heart he’s left an example of a quality leader.

He believed in his teachers and as a result they were determined to prove him right.

Thank you, Mr. Kelley, for all your years of being my principal.

Thank you, Mr. Kelley, for everything.


Moments That Last A Lifetime

first grade teacherLife happens unexpectedly.

Yes, the good and the bad woven side by side.

But Friday was good and I am still smiling about what happened.

I was rushing to get my grocery shopping done for the week when suddenly

I heard a voice from behind.

“Hi, Miss Brani!”

I turned at that familiar greeting – the greeting that my first graders used so many times when I was a first grade teacher

and my eyes fell on a handsome young man – tall, big grin on his face.

“You remember me?”

And instantly I knew him and he gave me a big hug,

For a few minutes I was drawn back in time to when I taught this man whose face shone so brightly.

Big brown eyes. I remembered exactly where he sat.

Always a good student – a joy to teach.

We spoke for a few minutes in which he shared the exciting news of the recent birth of his little daughter.

Three kids now! Happily married. My heart swelled in pride for him as I would for my own.

My own – yes he is my boy.

You see down deep in the heart of this teacher I still carry the hearts of all those boys and girls I taught

throughout my twenty some years as a first grade teacher.

They blessed me with their child like trust and buoyant spirits.

They delighted me with their thirst for knowledge and enthusiasm for life.

You see I have always believed that teaching is more than academic knowledge.

“People don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care.” –John Maxwell

So I cared for my students spending long hours getting to know them.

Building on this one’s strengths and that one’s interests.

Creating a sense of family and acceptance.

In the process those students became treasures in my heart that continue to bloom with richness.

And when the last day came

as it did every year

I found myself with the biggest lump in my throat.

One by one they’d pass me as they’d walk out the door of my classroom for the last time.

Moment of pride/ moment of sadness.

It was time for them to move on –

But always I’ve held them in my heart.

It never changes. No the bonds of love and care created over time

never do change.

Aren’t you glad about that?

Thank you Todd for making my day!

I’m proud of you and of all your classmates wherever they are.