A Modern Day Renaissance Man

Straight from the In Cincinnati!

My name is Charles Mohr.

My friends call me Char and I love to play!

My dad was my mentor and best friend. I learned my construction trades and when times got tough, he made sacrifices that he never spoke of until later in life when I would ask him questions about where specific things were in his collection of artifacts. That is how I learned that one must give up to receive.

My Mom has been the most significant woman in my life. She taught me everything I needed to know at an early age which included cooking, laundry, cleaning and how to save money. In our household, Mom keep the books in order. No matter how tight the monthly budget was in rasing 5 kids, she always figured out a way to make things happen.

Not many people can say this but I can, I have had the perfect parents! Dad has since passed on and still to this day I am still learning from him. Mom is still with us and is a Saint. She never complains about anything. She is experiencing early dementia and said to me recently, "Cha, you better come visit me soon because there will be a time when you do and I will not know who you are!"

Together, my parents made me a better magician, actor, artist, author, writer, technician, programmer, maker, humanitarian, philosopher, engineer, contractor and most of all a better man. My business adventures has allowed me the freedom to break through the corporate glass ceiling by owning and operating businesses that have further developed my skillsets in the sales process, marketing and sales.

Many who meet me on first acquaintance often confuse arrogance with confidence and self-assurance. In fact it is my belief in truth, honesty and transparency and love and respect for all things that takes a while to understand. Once you get to know me and get a feel for my wicked sense of humor, I am loyal as a dog is to his master. I am a truth seeker, creator and maker in many disciplines. I practice my craft every day from the moment I awake till the time I rest my head on my pillow. A mind is a terrible thing to waste and cognitive dissonance has no place when you hear real truth and understanding.

I learned that "thinking outside the box" is no way to be and I must become the Box Maker, so I did.