Bradey Ellis

My name is Bradley Ellis and I consider myself to be someone who has deep belief in loyalty and learning core principles! I feel that in the ever changing social media age evolution of character is critical and that no matter what mistakes you have made we live in a country built on the backbone of wisdom not barbarism and that with grit and determination you can always pick yourself up and rebuild yourself bigger and better than before! Sometimes the darkest of our moments in life are the most crucial to lift us up! As a firm believer in the Lord Jesus Christ I know that all Men and Women have the opportunity RIGHT NOW, to take the road of David and slay your Goliath! :D

• Achieved [Result] through effectively helping with [Task].
• Resolved product issue through consumer testing.
• Supervised team of [Number] staff members.
• Documented and resolved [Issue] which led to [Results].
• Achieved [number]% of sales quote.
• Completed manager training program.
• Trained and mentored [number] employees.
• Collaborated with team of [Number] in the development of [Project name].

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.