by Padraic O'Maille | May 19, 2020 | Uncategorized
Reillys mother was sick and tired of saying that Reilly was the laziest person she’d ever met and that he’d amount to nothing if he didn’t discipline himself. She was of a generation whose entire belief system was predicated on the belief that the secret to success in...
by Padraic O'Maille | May 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
Reilly was intrigued with psychology and was constantly exploring what it was that set peak-performers apart. He maintained that if you could get inside the head of an uber-performer you could go a long way to replicating that in your own life too. To this end he had...
by Padraic O'Maille | May 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
All morning long Reilly had trolled the deep waters off Inchagoill and the deck of his boat was brightly decorated with six portly trout. Just then the sun burst forth and the wind died a proverbial death. It wouldn’t take a Hemingway to know that...
by Padraic O'Maille | May 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
It was the photo on the front page of Saturdays Financial Times that caught Reillys attention. He was still fit, handsome and exuded that persona of responsibility. The caption read ‘Irish Motor Tycoons Payout Exceeds £1 Billion.’ Long before self-service ever became...
by Padraic O'Maille | May 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
‘Reilly, I need you to call me,’ was all it said on the voice message. A fairly innocuous message if it had come from the mother or Flaherty or even the bank manager. Ominous in the extreme however, if it was from your cardiologist. He replayed the...
