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When I was growing up, you didn’t get a prize for giving a speech. If I had a medal for every time I opened my mouth and talked ad nauseam, I could build myself a beautiful bronze mansion. Sure, I have dreams too, but I also have bills to pay. What ever happened to putting in some elbow grease?