My Transformation Stories about
Emotional Intelligence as a College Student

Transformation stories about emotional intelligence

Here's why you need to read my transformation stories. It shows what worked for me in developing emotional intelligence. You get:

• Riveting transformation stories
• Quick read
• Expert advice
• Potential pathways
• Mainstream orientation

Now is the time to address emotional intelligence issues with your college student.

The steps you take now will help your youngster find meaningful work and build an enjoyable life.

Seven stories for mentoring your college student

 Below are seven personal-experience stories (and seven learning experiences) about my own experiences in learning about emotional intelligence and how important it is in building a meaningful career.

During the 1960s, I didn’t have an opportunity to tell my mom about those experiences.

They are stories which now, decades later, may help you mentor your own youngster.

Story 1 - “My Prairie Schooner” 

The series of Little Books: Get all 7

There are actually seven quick career-insight Little Books for parents of youngsters with CP

Each of the seven Little Books takes about 40 minutes to read.

Each illustrates and summarizes the essential career builders for your youngster’s age group – all through seven transformation stories about my personal experience as a person with CP.

Get all seven Little Books.

Excerpt from story 1

The metal racks of my grocery cart bounced annoyingly every time it ran over a seam in the sidewalk as I pushed it to Old Main from my dorm that first morning of classes.

I had strategically placed my books in all four corners of the cart's basket, thinking that would cut down on the clatter.

But, the fall air, quiet and heavy with dew, carried the clanking up and down the street.

Already that morning I had walked farther and faster down a street than I had ever gone unaided -- without someone else beside me providing balance and protection against pedestrian and auto traffic. That was exhilarating.

Yet, I could feel the quick glances of curiosity from those walking to and from class on both sides of the street. The grocery cart, which included a metal baby seat, was so noisy on that crisp morning.  It was drawing attention to my disability instead of helping me melt into campus life unnoticed, as I had unrealistically hoped.

I cringed as I rolled the cart over another crack in the sidewalk. My feet hopped uncontrollably as I leaned on the cart's handle bar and tried to keep up with the easy roll of the cart's hard, black wheels. I wanted to disappear into the bushes along the sidewalk.

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