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1 week ago | 
djournal.com | Robert St. John
There’s a lot of talk these days about self-made people. I’m not one of them. Whatever I’ve done, whatever I’ve built, whatever I’ve been blessed to be part of—it wasn’t done alone. Not even close. kAmx’G6 366? :? 2 C67=64E:G6 A=246 =2E6=J] }@E DFC6 :7 :E’D 286[ @C ;FDE =:76 D=@H:?8 5@H? 6?@F89 E@ C62==J D66 H92E’D 366? E96C6 2== 2=@?8] x’G6 2=H2JD EC:65 E@ DE2J 8C2E67F=[ 3FE =2E6=J E92E 8C2E:EF56 766=D 566A6C] {6DD A@=:D965] |@C6 C62=] x <66A 4@>:?8 324< E@ E96 A6@A=6 — D@ >2?J @7 E96> — H9@ DE6AA65 :?
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1 week ago | 
magnoliatribune.com | Robert St. John
Robert St. John says whatever he’s done, whatever he’s built, whatever he’s been blessed to be part of—it wasn’t done alone. There’s a lot of talk these days about self-made people. I’m not one of them. Whatever I’ve done, whatever I’ve built, whatever I’ve been blessed to be part of—it wasn’t done alone. Not even close. I’ve been in a reflective place lately. Not sure if it’s age, or just life slowing down enough to really see what’s been there all along.
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2 weeks ago | 
leader-call.com | Robert St. John
There’s a lot of talk these days about self-made people. I’m not one of them. Whatever I’ve done, whatever I’ve built, whatever I’ve been blessed to be part of — it wasn’t done alone. Not even close. I’ve been in a reflective place lately. Not sure if it’s age, or just life slowing down enough to really see what’s been there all along. I’ve always tried to stay grateful, but lately that gratitude feels deeper. Less polished. More real.
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2 weeks ago | 
cdispatch.com | Robert St. John
Ice cream didn’t play a big role in my childhood. Never cared much for cream or shakes. Candy was more my thing – sour apple Jolly Ranchers and Milky Way bars, mostly. But when it came to frozen treats, it was always pineapple sherbet. My babysitter used to take me to the little shop by the park every Friday before I started school. She’d get her treat, I’d get mine – pineapple sherbet in a cone. That was about the extent of my frozen dairy interest.
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2 weeks ago | 
magnoliatribune.com | Robert St. John
Robert St. John says maybe he’s just a man in his fifties finally learning to live a little—with whipped cream on the side, if necessary. Ice cream didn’t play a big role in my childhood. Never cared much for cream or shakes. Candy was more my thing—sour apple Jolly Ranchers and Milky Way bars, mostly. But when it came to frozen treats, it was always pineapple sherbet. My babysitter used to take me to the little shop by the park every Friday before I started school.
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3 weeks ago | 
leader-call.com | Robert St. John
Ice cream didn’t play a big role in my childhood. Never cared much for cream or shakes. Candy was more my thing — sour apple Jolly Ranchers and Milky Way bars, mostly. But when it came to frozen treats, it was always pineapple sherbet. My babysitter used to take me to the little shop by the park every Friday before I started school. She’d get her treat, I’d get mine—pineapple sherbet in a cone. That was about the extent of my frozen dairy interest.
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3 weeks ago | 
magnoliatribune.com | Robert St. John
Robert St. John reflects on this journey, writing that sobriety has given him things alcohol only promised. On May 25, 1983, I was 21 years old—lost and heading nowhere fast. That night, I was fspeeding down 4th Street in my hometown of Hattiesburg, headlights off, 90 mph, foot on the gas. It was 2 a.m. Three police cars chased behind me, blue lights flashing. Reckless. Irresponsible. Dangerous. I don’t remember much else—except the DUI. I was due. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
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4 weeks ago | 
leader-call.com | Robert St. John
On May 25, 1983, I was 21 years old — lost and heading nowhere fast. That night, I was speeding down 4th Street in my hometown of Hattiesburg, headlights off, 90 mph, foot on the gas. It was 2 a.m. Three police cars chased behind me, blue lights flashing. Reckless. Irresponsible. Dangerous. I don’t remember much else — except the DUI. I was due. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Scroll down for pecan pesto rescipeThe next day, I was in rehab in Jackson.
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1 month ago | 
magnoliatribune.com | Robert St. John
Robert St. John says faith, family, friends, food, and fun — in that order — have served him well. “Get the first four right, and you won’t have to chase the fifth.”A few years ago, when both of my kids left for college, I wrote each of them a letter. Nothing fancy. Just something I hoped they’d find helpful once the room quieted down and the door had closed behind me. I slipped it into the top drawer of their dorm room desks and left it there. Since then, I’ve revisited that letter every spring.
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1 month ago | 
leader-call.com | Robert St. John
A few years ago, when both of my kids left for college, I wrote each of them a letter. Nothing fancy. Just something I hoped they’d find helpful once the room quieted down and the door had closed behind me. I slipped it into the top drawer of their dorm room desks and left it there. Since then, I’ve revisited that letter every spring. Updated it. Rewritten it. Shared it. My kids have long graduated now, but the heart of what I wanted to say still feels true — maybe even more so.
