Does this man inspire you? 
Well, he inspired Peter Bregman, a strategic advisor and contributor to Harvard Business Review. Read the excerpt below from his column, and click through to read the full article. Inspiration can come in unforeseen or unique packages - but most of the time, it’s right in front of you. 

I was lifting weights at my gym, a community center in New York City, when he caught my attention.
His name, I later found out, was Marvin Moster. He stood a few inches over five feet, mostly bald with some white hair on the sides of his head, sporting a mustache, and wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue shorts. In the obvious ways, he was unremarkable. And yet, I couldn’t help noticing him.
He was older — I guessed in his seventies — and he was boxing with a trainer, punching in a rhythm they had obviously practiced before, ducking his head whenever the trainer threw a hook. Two things struck me: he was in excellent shape — evidenced by his balance, his rhythm, and how vigorously he was punching — and he was having fun.
“How old are you?” I asked him when he took a break.
“77,” he told me with a smile.
“I want to be like you when I’m 77,” I said.
 
His smile broadened. “And I want to be like you now.”

 
Click here to find out more about Marvin, and let us know in the comments who or what inspires you.

Does this man inspire you? 

Well, he inspired Peter Bregman, a strategic advisor and contributor to Harvard Business Review. Read the excerpt below from his column, and click through to read the full article. Inspiration can come in unforeseen or unique packages - but most of the time, it’s right in front of you. 

I was lifting weights at my gym, a community center in New York City, when he caught my attention.

His name, I later found out, was Marvin Moster. He stood a few inches over five feet, mostly bald with some white hair on the sides of his head, sporting a mustache, and wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue shorts. In the obvious ways, he was unremarkable. And yet, I couldn’t help noticing him.

He was older — I guessed in his seventies — and he was boxing with a trainer, punching in a rhythm they had obviously practiced before, ducking his head whenever the trainer threw a hook. Two things struck me: he was in excellent shape — evidenced by his balance, his rhythm, and how vigorously he was punching — and he was having fun.

“How old are you?” I asked him when he took a break.

“77,” he told me with a smile.

“I want to be like you when I’m 77,” I said.

His smile broadened. “And I want to be like you now.”

Click here to find out more about Marvin, and let us know in the comments who or what inspires you.


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