YiseGuys

Russ Moore

Description

There has never been a greater time to bring together the tales of Men from around the globe.

History is created with the birth of every Man and the stories he leaves behind for generations to come can only be shared if they are told. My own father passed away with much of his life remaining a mystery to me because sadly, I didn't ask. I have now set about to be break that cycle.

The sole aim of YiseGuys is to bring together Men from different walks of life, nationalities, careers and cultures to share their experiences and tell their stories. In today's society, we need more Men to step forward, open up and speak their truths so others who seek direction have examples of paths to follow, paths that may well deliver them from troubled lives.

In Volume 1, you will read about Men who have overcome challenges, identified defining moments and made significant changes in the pursuit of better lives for themselves and their families. Others have had theirs life's paths confirmed as living exactly how they wish to be.

Blessed am I to share their stories so others will benefit for generations to come.

Russ Moore

Contents

RUSS MOORE ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ1

REG MALHOTRA ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ13

DAN CROSS ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ22

JULIAN SUTHERLAND ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ35

JOE DAGERFORDE ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ44

CHRISTOPHER GOLIS ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ56

GARY DOHERTY ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ68

SHANE PRICE ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ78

CIARAN WARD ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ˝ˇ

Sujets

• Emprendedor
• Success
• Business
• Entrepreneur

Informations

• Publié par: Sharanis Lifestyle Group Pty Ltd
• Date de parution: 01 avril 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780645081114
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Copyright © Russ Moore
First published in Australia in 2021
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National Library of Australia Catalogue-in-Publication data:
Yise Guys/Russ Moore
Success/Self-help
ISBN: 978-0-6450811-0-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-0-6450811-1-4 (e)
DEDICATIONS
I can think of no other man to which I would like to dedicate this book than my father. He was a consistent presence in my life as a child. It was he who attended my football games, and he who collected me from work in the evenings. He who was out of bed before me each day and he who constantly worked his large, rough hands with the strength of a bull. He loved and protected my mother Pearl (née White), for over fifty years, and was home with his family every night of the year. A man of few words, he left my world with many of his stories still untold. I was never going to be ready to say goodbye and will remain forever proud that my five children Taylor, Zoe, Alex, Harrison and Portia bear his name.
Charles Angus Victor Moore 1916 -1996
To the one woman who has consistently encouraged me to be the best man I can be, loved me unconditionally, and stood with me side by side. She has, at all times, put our family above all else, and maintained the vision of a life full of experiences as the only life worth living. To her, there is always a way, and because of her thinking, today we live our lives as we wish, not as we need. I will be forever grateful for her persistence, courage, creativity and above all, her love.
My wife and true partner in life, Shar Moore x
FOREWORD
To the men who join me today as we launch the first edition of YiseGuys, thank you on behalf of the many who will read this book, for it is you who have shown us there are different paths to follow that can deliver us from a life expected by others. Our lives can change in an instant without our input or over time. It does not need to be so. In this book it is you who have bared all, so others can find themselves. It is you who confirms their lives are exactly how they should be, full of experiences, challenges, family, love and understanding.
So, thank you!
Russ
Hope and inspiration - without these two factors, life is meaningless. Hope for what could be and the inspiration to go and make it happen, to make this world a better place for those around them and for those they love. Human beings seek their hope and inspiration from many sources, however one that stands out for me is the hearing of the journeys of others. There is immeasurable value in learning about people who have dreamed big and had the resilience and determination to achieve it, no matter what obstacles lay in their path.
The world is in desperate need of hope and inspiration right now. I have known Russ for over twenty years and I believe the true life stories he has brought together within the pages of Yise Guys will truly spark hope and give one a real sense of purpose and belief in themselves that they really can go and make a difference, in whatever capacity they desire.
Peter Cox
C ONTENTS
RUSS MOORE
REG MALHOTRA
DAN CROSS
JULIAN SUTHERLAND
JOE DAGERFORDE
CHRISTOPHER GOLIS
GARY DOHERTY
SHANE PRICE
CIARAN WARD
TONY BRADFORD
DAVID MACDONALD
PETER BORG
JEFF BANKS
ANDY PROSSER
PETER COX
RUSS MOORE
Six seconds
I n a space of just six seconds a sense of doubt crept in, casting a shadow. One, if I had let it, would have stayed with me for the rest of my life.
It’s 2008, and I am twenty years into a career that provided me the opportunity to travel, my singular passion in life. Being a believer of defining moments if presented, I sat there searching for an answer. What am I really doing here? There I was atop a fuel oil storage tank, well, nearly anyway, staring out towards the Arabian Gulf from Shuweihat Power Station Complex, not far from the border between the United Arab Emirates and Saudi Arabia.
As I had on many occasions, I’d elected to hit the tools that night to complete and invoice a job to bulk up the month-end sales. Yes, we had teams of men tasked to do that, however, they were all on other jobs. We were tracking well, but I needed the numbers as I was expecting the next month to be quiet as we entered Ramadan. It’s 9.00pm, still forty-three odd degrees coupled with unbelievable humidity. Every surface was smooth, slippery, and as I was soon to learn, quite dangerous. Slipping into my safety harness, I hooked on to the safety cleat in the middle of the tank. I was there to lay down the non-slip walkways, so the operators could safely make their way out to the sampling points dotted around the tank top. In hindsight, the irony of what was to follow has not been lost on me.
No sooner had I lugged the gear to the top and surveyed the area to be marked out, when I lost my footing. At first, I was merely surfing the smooth surface, remaining upright until I reached the point where I thought it may be best to lie down and shed some speed. Seconds later, I approached the edge where the safety barrier would normally be on the outer rim of the structure. Realising a large section of the bottom rail was missing, I braced myself, wondering if I would be able to stop. As it turned out, it was part of the maintenance being carried out. Nice to know, I thought. Mind you, I would have preferred a little heads-up.
Reaching up, and with an increasing velocity, my hand merely grazed the painted and well-lubricated top handrail and over I went. To say there was a lot going through my mind at that point is an understatement, not the least of which was the anticipated pain I was about to experience.
I was not to be disappointed as the slack of my tether strap reached its limits and jolted me violently to a standstill slamming against the side wall of the tank. So here I was, hanging half upside down some twenty metres above the ground. With a thumping headache and a growing list of aches and pains, I just hung there for a moment gathering my thoughts.
After a while, I made my way awkwardly up the strap and back on top, but that six seconds of pain and fear had thrown me into a tailspin. One, I should not have been working alone at that height. You just don’t do that! Two, I had let the almighty Sales Budget dictate the risk I was prepared to take. And three, I had just put everything else on the line ahead of my wife and children.
Yes, there were a few expletives, and yes, I just wanted to go home and send a crew back the next day. My problem was and has always been that I allowed my life to be ruled by the Sales Budget; so much so that it would often outweigh my commitment to those I loved at home, those who loved me and needed me to be more present. I stayed and finished the job that night in great pain, my head full of questions and doubt.
Until that point, I had always been confident in the direction my life had taken. I had made decisions, some of which created controversy, but I always made my decisions work. But at that precise moment something changed in me, changed in a manner from which I knew I could not return. The following morning, I returned to our home in Abu Dhabi, crawling quietly into bed to nurse by aching body, keeping both the events of the previous night and my thoughts to myself. I never told a soul, possibly in the belief that it would shake my confidence in my ability to provide for my family.
I’d held state-wide roles in Australia, expat roles in Sales Management, Directors roles in large and small companies in South East Asia and the Middle East. And I’d put myself in less than safe environments in unfamiliar countries in the belief, or now I understand it to be, my false cloak of protection supporting my family.
In 2009, we returned to Australia ending an eight-year stint abroad, richer for the experience, more children than what we left with, and happy to reach our welcoming shores. It was nice to be home. This time we chose Queensland.
The cycle continues
An Australian company had relocated our family home in exchange for a multi-state role for me. I left for initial meetings at head office two days later. Whilst my family was in search of a new home to live in, driving around in a hired car full of suitcases, I was sitting comfortably in a suite in a Melbourne Hotel. And unaware of the turmoil they were in. I am embarrassed to even think about that today. In reality, my dear wife Shar spent the first twenty years of our married life together watching me live out of a suitcase from week to week. Under pressure, coming home grumpy, exhausted and not the best in conversation. Soon a serious car accident threw my control mechanism into chaos, and once again, I questioned my cloaked existence. I wasn’t hurt, but upon reflection, I was just plain lucky cons