Living a Dream

 What did you want to be when you grew up?  I wanted to be a baseball player!  I wanted to be a pitcher like Bob Gibson, or more like Vida Blue, because he was left-handed like me, and he pitched for the Oakland A’s, my favorite baseball team, next to the Pirates.

OK, that dream died quickly because I really wasn’t that good of a baseball pitcher.  As I grew up, as I prepared for college and throughout college, I wanted to be a sportswriter.  I would eat and breathe anything related to sports or writing, I devoted myself to honing my skills to become the best sportswriter I could possibly be.

A funny thing happened along the way.  Apparently, the dream of writing for a newspaper became virtually everyone’s dream, because at one point, statistics said that if every journalist died today, there would be two coming out of college to replace them.  If I were lucky, I could find a job at a small, local paper, starting off writing obituaries and announcements, and maybe, I could eventually work my way up to writing real news stories.  While I’m sure some or many were willing to pay those dues, I wasn’t, I gave up that dream, and lived the dream of most young people, I became an accountant.

Because of my love of literature and writing, I also had a dream to write a book.  To a certain extent, that dream was even bigger.  I don’t know if any of you have tried, but writing a book is incredibly hard work.  It takes a great deal of thought, planning, imagination, perseverance, pain, suffering, and, oh yeah, talent.  At one point, many years ago, I wrote a short novel, but I can safely say, it really wasn’t very good.  I have no idea what I ever did with it, I just didn’t see any real value in what I had produced.

A new dream crept in recently, and this one really came out of nowhere.  About two years ago, I completed my Yoga Teacher Training and became a Registered Yoga Teacher.  Now, the main reason I did this was purely to learn more about yoga, I had no aspirations to teach or do anything with the certification.  Out of the blue, I want to own a yoga studio! Spoiler alert, I don’t own a yoga studio.  I did research it though, I read how to start one, looked at properties, considered getting some consulting from studio owners, but I never took it past the thought stages.

Do you ever wonder, what separates those who live their dream and those who just, well, dream?  Specifically, I’m referring to the old saying or challenge you would get growing up, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”  For whatever reason, some of us nail it, and some of us don’t.  What separates those who succeed from those who still dream about success or gave up on that dream long ago?

As you can possibly tell, I’ve put a lot of thought into this one.  I’m fascinated by the difference, the edge, the drive that some people have that others don’t.  I’m going to share three stories with you, people I’ve had the opportunity to live vicariously through.  It will become obvious why I picked them, but they lived their dreams, and they lived dreams that in essence parallel mine, but they made it happen.  I’ll share their stories, and I’ll share my thoughts on how or why they succeeded, by knowing them or simply watching them.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Dejan Kovacevic just passed the 10^th anniversary of launching his online sports journalism outlet, DK Pittsburgh Sports.  He has created an incredible website that provides outstanding coverage for all the sports teams in Pittsburgh.  The success of this site is amazing, and really, is incomparable.  

I’ve followed Mr. Kovacevic’s writing for many years, back when he was a writer for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and then with the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.  When he created his own forum, I abandoned all the other news outlets and moved to his site.

There are good reporters or sportswriters out there, but Mr. Kovacevic is not just that.  He is an incredible writer, who can create a beautiful story, who just happens to write about sports.  I’ve read good sports writers in my lifetime, but there are few, very few, who can bring such life, such humanity to a sports story, and I love to read whatever he writes.  As I noted in a previous blog, he could write about bocci ball, badminton, curling, whatever, I’d read it, even though I’ve quit watching sports.  He is just that good.  And probably the best piece I’ve ever read from him is the story of how he launched this site 10 years ago, it was a work of art, detailing the reaction from a friend (noted above), the discussions with his incredibly supportive wife, Dali, and just the whole process of how this came to be.

I had the privilege of visiting his headquarters/shop recently, and I got to meet and talk to Mr. Kovacevic for the first time ever, and it didn’t disappoint at all.  What I loved the most was hearing him talk about the writing process, I had just commented on his piece from the previous night’s Pirate game, and how much I loved it.  He explained to me that he missed an opportunity and didn’t quite capture the story as he would have liked to have.  That is why he is so good, even when he produced a great story, he felt it could have been better. 

Blood, sweat and tears

Many years ago, when I worked at Barco, I had a colleague at our headquarters in Belgium, Ann Galland, who worked in marketing.  I knew Ann, we had a professional relationship, but honestly, not a strong one, simply because she was in marketing, and I was a Chief Financial Officer, our paths didn’t often cross.  We had a good professional relationship, but that was about it.

We became Facebook friends, and over the last few years, I had noticed Ann wrote a novel, titled “Aroma”, I think back in 2022.  I was fascinated how in the world she did this, as noted, it’s an incredible amount of work.  I would read her posts on Facebook, and I’d see book signings, information on how well her book was doing, book reviews, whatever Ann posted about her book.

Much to my surprise, this year Ann published another novel, “Bitter”, which also has done incredibly well.  I must confess, I haven’t read them, when I looked on Amazon, it only had a Dutch version, so I can’t comment on how good they are.  But it’s safe for me to say, based on some of the reviews I’ve seen, she’s done quite a good job.  Some examples:

• "Bitter" is an immersive reading experience that exceeds expectations
• For fans of subtly written stories full of emotions and depth, this book is an absolute must-read
• Ann Galland proves her talent once again, and "Bitter" stands proudly alongside her predecessor as a strong novel full of intriguing characters and unexpected twists

After seeing all the reviews and success of her second novel, I reached out to Ann, and simply asked, what is the secret of her success?  Her response was relatively simple:

“There is no secret….it is just blood, sweat and tears.  Hard work.  I think, and being lucky that the market notices you have written something that is a lot better than average?

I get the first part, I’m sure she worked incredibly hard on this.  Not sure she gives herself enough credit for the second part, she obviously has written some very good novels, and while there could always be a certain level of luck involved, I think it probably pales in comparison to the quality of what she has written.

You will do great things

Have you ever met someone, and quickly you realize you are in the presence of someone special?  That’s the way I felt when I met Carley DeMarco. 

About two years ago, I did my Yoga Teacher Training with Carley and eight other young ladies, and while all of them possessed certain gifts, Carley had something special about her.  She was incredibly bright, knowledgeable about many topics, very articulate, a vociferous worker, she seemed to be involved in so many endeavors, I had no idea how she was able to do so much.

After a period, as we were walking through the woods at our YTT training center, I made that comment to Carley, I started it off with “You are doing great things, and you will do great things”.  She is one of those people who you know will be incredibly successful at something, or whatever, they set their mind to.

As we all left our yoga training, some of us, many of us, felt we probably wouldn’t teach yoga, we just wanted the experience.  Carley did plan to teach, but she took it to a whole new level.  Carley opened a yoga studio in Clayton, Georgia.  Keep in mind, I think at the time, Carley was 28.  She had the courage, the business sense, the vision to open a yoga studio.  While on a certain level, I was shocked and amazed, then again, I wasn’t.  As I said, I just knew Carley was destined for doing what many of us only dream of.  While she had to deal with “messy schedules, a never-ending to-do list, and sometimes, loneliness”, she also was able to experience a “heart beating out of chest kind of excitement and a sense of purpose that comes with it”.

Which brings me to the reason or root of this post, how or why do some live a dream, and why do some just dream?  I don’t think there are any simple answers, but from my small sample size, based on people who have done or accomplished what I would have liked to have accomplished, I have a few ideas.  I don’t believe there is any secret formula, but I think there’s a mixture, and a higher dose of one rather than the other in some of the cases, but here goes:

·       You must be very talented at whatever it is.  That is clearly true for the three profiled above.

·       You must be willing to work incredibly hard.  I don’t mean just hard, I mean dedicating massive amounts of time and effort into the endeavor, and essentially living it.

·       You must be driven, insanely driven, you must have such passion for whatever that dream is, and you aren’t willing to let that dream go.  There will be times where self-doubt comes in, when you, or those close to you, believe you are insane, but that passion will override any of those doubts, and you will believe that you will succeed. 

Am I jealous?  Oh Heavens, no!  I am so happy and excited for each of them, and to be honest, it’s been fun to watch.  I love to see Ann’s posts of her books’ successes; I look forward to them and enjoy her success.  Carley is one of the most incredible people I’ve had the honor of spending time with, and I can’t wait to see what she does and how successful she becomes.  When I had the chance to finally meet Dejan Kovacevic in person, I was giddy.  For me, he is an icon of writing, and I could have listened to him talk about writing all day.  Not one bit of jealousy, I love to see how each of them has succeeded so tremendously.

Where did I fall short?  Probably on a certain level, talent.  I was a good writer, but probably not great.  When it comes to hard work, I used to say at WIKA, no one can outwork me, not necessarily something to be proud of, but I never shied away from work.  I would have to say the biggest area where I fell short was just not quite enough passion to make it happen.  I think there were too many other things, or really, too many other people that I loved too much to take any more time away from them than I already was.

And all is not lost.  Laurel and I have created a yoga space in our home, and we offer free yoga one night a week, so far.  We’re trying to provide yoga to those who can’t afford studio fees.  No, I don’t own a studio, but I’m happy with what we’ve created.

As for my writing, I’ve decided to write a children’s book.  I’m in the early stages, I have the premise, the storyline, I have a plan for the illustration, and I’ve done quite a bit of research on what makes a children’s book successful.  I have no grand plans to be an ongoing writer, but I want to at least give one book a shot. 

Alas, I think my sports writing career is well behind me, but that’s OK.  And I just don’t see myself pitching in the Major Leagues someday, but I think I can live with that.  I’ll have to let those two dreams die a much-needed death….

A Perfect Sunday

 

What seems like a lifetime ago, when we lived in Georgia, Laurel and I had shirts made that said “The Perfect Sunday”.  It included three lines with checked boxes, “Church”, “Yoga”, “Beer”.

Most Sundays that would be our routine, we’d go to church at Shallowford Presbyterian Church, we’d go to Ebb & Flow Yoga in the afternoon and finish the perfect Sunday with a beer at Slow Pour Brewery. 

Fast forward, life has changed dramatically.  As many conversations go these days, “…and then COVID happened”, we moved from Georgia to Ohio, we left the church, we went from a “home” yoga studio to yoga franchises, and we haven’t found a brewery quite like Slow Pour.  Not sure about Laurel, but I was kind of feeling like Dorothy and not being in Kansas, or Georgia, anymore. 

As I often do, let me divert for just a minute.  The other day, Laurel and I were getting haircuts, we’ve found a very nice young lady, and she does both of our hair, and we were there back-to-back.  As I was getting my hair cut, we were talking to Jesy, OK, Jesy was talking to us, and as is normal, Jesy was sharing way too much about her life.  Jesy is a wonderful young lady, but my God, she has a shit life.  The amount of drama she deals with in her family, and shares with us, is overwhelming.  But the amazing thing is, Jesy is always so upbeat and positive.  I have no idea how.  Then she said those magic words, when she was discussing her relationship with her uncle, who had just died, compared to her relationship with her father:

“Appreciation, not Expectation”

As I sat in the chair, I had this urge to tell Laurel, “Quick, write that down for me!”, but I didn’t, so I wouldn’t embarrass Jesy.  Thankfully, it wasn’t that hard to remember, even for me, and I thought a lot about what she said.  I know, I took you on a detour, but I really believe it helps to gain the context of the story.

“A Perfect Sunday”

Last Sunday, we got to experience a perfect Sunday.  I’ll do my best to capture it for you, but I’m sure I won’t ever be able to fully express how perfect it was.

We have hit summer of course, and one of the great benefits to me of summer is outdoor yoga.  As many of you know, I love yoga, and what I love more than yoga is outdoor yoga.  There’s just something about it, yoga is such a spiritual journey, but taking a spiritual journey out in nature?  That is at the top of my list.  Yoga and nature combined, two of my favorite things in life, how could it be better?  Well, it could.

Anne Weidinger is a yoga teacher that Laurel and I have come to know in the past year or so.  As many of you know, while I love yoga, I’m still a relative novice, and I’m really a novice when it comes to teaching yoga.  I have a huge amount of respect and admiration for anyone who teaches yoga, it’s not that easy, and I have found that all the teachers I’ve ever had bring something special to a class.  There are some though that are on a much higher plain, and Anne is one of them.  I’ve never had anything but an incredible class from Anne.

Anne arranged for a yoga class at Mitchell’s Berries, a small farm about a half hour away from us.  The entire week before, the weather was sweltering, just unbelievably hot and dry.  Probably not ideal weather for outdoor yoga, but I would take anything.

That morning, we got our first rain in quite a while, and Anne delayed the start for an hour, to fit the class in between raindrops.  As we drove out to Plain City, the skies looked threatening still, and we wondered if we’d be doing yoga in the rain or doing yoga at all.  We got to the farm, and as we headed toward the field, the clouds were still heavy, there was a gentle breeze, and after 90-degree weather for a week or so, it was a bit chilly.

As we started doing yoga, there was a bit of a menagerie of weather going on.  Gentle breezes, stronger breezes, huge puffy clouds, large dark clouds, and moments of blinding sun, when it was no longer chilly, but really hot.  The only thing missing was some form of precipitation, but it felt so good to feel so much weather on my skin.

The sounds were incredible, all sorts of different birds throughout the fields and trees.  The wind rustling through the trees and the plants created such a feeling of peace.  The smell of the country, particularly after a nice rain, was so refreshing. 

The yoga was of course amazing, it always is with Anne, and as I said, doing yoga in nature is just such a beautiful gift.  One of the few benefits of COVID that I learned, since we had to do yoga outdoors a lot, is that balancing on an uneven surface is much easier for me than balancing on a hard floor, which I know, seems counterintuitive.  And the opportunities to find a Drishti in nature are numerous, a tree, a bush, a clover, a bird (no, that won’t work, but still fun to watch!).  The other fun thing about these outdoor events is the people that come to them, there are some that we know well, some we barely know, and some we’ve never met before.  These events attract a wide array of people, and it’s really fun to share that experience with some familiar and some not so familiar faces.

It didn’t end there though.  Part of our package was the opportunity to pick raspberries and black raspberries.  While I grew up in the middle of cornfields when I was younger, I don’t think I have ever picked berries in my life.  This was a brand-new experience for me.  I ended up with the black raspberries’ assignment, and my instructions were the blacker the better, and if they don’t come off the vine easily, they’re not ready.  As I wandered around, I’d find a black one, and go to pick it, and then, wait, that one is blacker, wait, that one is blacker, how can there be so many shades of black?  So, I reverted more toward, do they come off the vine easily?  It was going fine until I investigated my pint basket and saw after 15-20 minutes, I had maybe 10 berries in the very bottom of the basket.  This could take days to complete.  But do you know what?  So what.  I’m out in the middle of farm country, on a beautiful day, picking berries.  So what if it takes all day.

The best part of course is that I got to share all of this with Laurel.  She is the one who introduced me to yoga, and I’m forever thankful for that.  I love going to yoga with her, when I lose my way, I always look to her for guidance to figure out what the hell I’m doing wrong.  We go for walks every day in nature, it’s so much fun to look at the ducks, bunnies, birds, frogs, various trees and plants, whatever nature has for us that day, and point out something new to each other that day.

I’ll go back to what Jesy said, “appreciation not expectation”.  Maybe it was the change in the weather, maybe it was no idea what to expect because of the weather, maybe it was the group of people that show up for outdoor yoga, maybe it was picking berries for the first time in my life, maybe it was Laurel finding not one, but two, four-leaf clovers, but I really had no real or strong expectation.  I was just able to appreciate every aspect of the experience, doing something I love, out in nature, which I love, with the person I love more than anything.  Yes, it was a perfect Sunday.

Making a Difference

 Have you ever read those stories on the internet or Facebook that are just beautiful and wonderful moments of serendipity?  A young person was having a really hard time at school, and someone, out of the blue, came up and gave them a bouquet of flowers.  An old, homeless man was sitting on a park bench, no money, no food, and a kind stranger came up, cleaned him up, fed him, made him feel like a human being again?  Someone planned to end it all and commit suicide that day, and out of nowhere someone did something kind for them, made them feel special, and they chose a different path.  When you read those stories, did you ever just want to call bullshit and say this is just a ploy from some creative person providing us a fictional account just to try to make us feel good?  I know I’d get sucked in for a moment, but then I’d say, nah, bullshit, this is too perfect.

OK, my story isn’t perfect, but my story is real, and because it’s real and happened to me, I find it incredibly beautiful.  So here is how it goes:

As some of you know, I’ve been on a journey with depression most of my adult life.  It ebbs and flows, sometimes I rise up, sometimes I plummet.  The reality I’ve come to know is that there’s no cure, there are coping mechanisms, but no cure.  Recently, I plummeted.  Not unusual, but what really troubled me this time is that I was thinking about killing myself.  Now, before anyone gets too excited, I really don’t believe I’d ever go through with it, I subscribe to the “It’s a Wonderful Life” philosophy where if you knew the impact you had on the world, you’d never kill yourself.  As much as I don’t see it, I believe that if I got to play Jimmy Stewart and see my life and the impact I had on people, I would see I made a positive impact in many cases.  

Also, I got to see the devastation my brother Billy’s suicide created for all of us, I can’t imagine Billy would have ever done it if he would have known what his act did to all of us, but I also understand where he was at.  In the immortal words of my brother when someone asked him how he knows so much about suicide, he said:

“I think about it every God damn day”

And that had become my reality, I started thinking about it every God damn day, and I was even coming up with how I would do it.  Each method I came up with had some flaws to it, which again, made me think or realize, I probably wasn’t that serious, but the fact that I was thinking about it daily, made me take it seriously.

But enough about me, this story really isn’t about me, this story is about Ava.  Let me tell you about Ava, and what Ava did:

Ava is one of my students at Ohio Dominican University.  As I say about my children and my dogs, none of them are my favorites, all of them are my favorites.  Ava is one of those.  She’s a very good student, and also a very nice young lady.

We started Yoga Club on campus this year, and it’s been mostly a wonderful experience for me, I love teaching the students yoga, and they are just an incredibly fun group.  Ava comes to virtually every Yoga Club event, and we oftentimes get a chance to talk before or after class.

For the last Yoga Club of the year, I was a bit frustrated, the announcement of the class day and time got mixed up, so I wasn’t completely sure if I’d have anyone in class.  Thankfully, it came together, and we did end up with a normal number of students for our last class of the year.  Still, I was a little frustrated because of the lack of clarity, I really wanted the last class to be special.  And it was.

After class, Ava gave me a card, and to just call it a card would be a horrible understatement and really a disservice to what she did.  There are many layers, but let me start at the beginning, the message on the outside of the card:

As I opened the card, I was stunned by two aspects.  One, she filled the entire inside of the card with a message for me.  Second, the writing was perfect, she had to have spent a considerable amount of time crafting the message for it to be this neat.  But then, the message itself.  It wouldn’t be fair to Ava to share the entire message, it was a personal card to me, and that’s where it needs to stay, but she weaved so much in about what yoga class meant to her, particularly the messages or stories I provided each class.

Each class I would begin with a story about various topics, such as, the Yama’s and Niyama’s, Being Kind, Our Journey is Our Gift, Did You See the Cypress Tree on the Way Here? and so on.  I would give them a card that represented that week’s message, a gift I learned from my wife, Laurel.  I wanted to teach my students yoga, not just asana, and I think many of the students embraced it, enjoyed it, but there is no doubt Ava did.  

She expressed her gratitude for my stories, my vulnerability, my compassion, and the cards that she would keep as inspiration.  I was swept away with emotion, I couldn’t believe all of the words of praise she had for me, and again, how much thought and effort she had to have put into this.  She had absolutely no obligation, no ulterior motive to put all of this effort into the card, there was no grade or bonus points to be earned, she did this purely as an act of kindness, of gratitude, of appreciation.  She did this for me, and for one of the few moments in my life, I felt like maybe I was making an impact.  Of course, I had that moment where I thought to myself, I don’t deserve this, if she only knew what was running through my mind every day, she wouldn’t have written this and thought this about me.  But maybe she did, and maybe she still would have, but who knows, because even I wouldn’t be that honest to tell Ava how much her card meant in my life and why it meant so much.

So why am I telling all of you?  I also subscribe to the philosophy of Mother Teresa:

I will admit, this one takes me to a whole new level, broadcasting to all of you my thoughts about killing myself is even out there for me.  But after much thought and consideration, I felt like I needed to share Ava’s story and what her card meant to me.

I believe everyone has a purpose in life, and maybe this is my purpose.  I would always say about my blog posts that if just one person reads my blog and gets something out of it, then I would consider it a success.  I’m hopeful that at least one of you reads this story, and becomes the next Ava.  It doesn’t have to be as grand and beautiful as what Ava did, but even a small act of kindness and appreciation can mean a lot to someone who desperately needs it.  Just like Ava, you may never know the huge impact you made, but just the thought of the possibility that you helped someone when they needed it the most, wouldn’t that feel great?  It may not end up being like one of those magical, beautiful internet stories, but it will be your story.  You can make such a difference with simple, small acts of kindness.  Believe me, I know, it made such a difference for me.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Elisha left Jericho to go to Bethel, and on the way some boys came out of a town and made fun of him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they shouted.

Elisha turned around, glared at them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two she-bears came out of the woods and tore forty-two of the boys to pieces.

The passage above is from Second Kings 2:23-24, or for those who own the God Bless the USA Bible, you may be more familiar with it as Two Kings 2:23-24.

There are clearly some odd passages in the Bible, but I’ve often found this one to be potentially the most bizarre.  There are so many aspects to it: the boys calling Elisha baldy; Elisha cursing them in the name of the Lord; the specificity of two she-bears; the specificity of 42 of the boys being torn to pieces; and of course, the fact that they were killed for having the audacity to call Elisha baldy.  

I’ve had various people try to explain this passage to me, but quite frankly, I really don’t need nor want any explanation.  I know some believe that the Bible is the inerrant or infallible word of God, it was inspired by God, and to question it at all, is sacrilegious.  Call me sacrilegious, whether it’s this passage or various other passages in the Old Testament, I find many to be hard to accept as truly being inspired by God, or maybe to put it another way, if it is, I’m not so sure that’s the God I want to follow.

Which brings me in a convoluted way to the point of this post.  The more and more I hear from Christian Nationalists, I believe this is the God that they worship.   I’m beginning to wonder if they thought the Bible stopped at Malachi, and never went forward into Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, etc.  The New Testament introduced us to Jesus, the one God sent to save us all, but it seems that Christian Nationalists only want saving for a specific group of people – them.  They want the fires of Hell to swallow up anyone who doesn’t follow what they believe.  Ever since the gays came out of the closet, the people of color found a voice, immigrants stole their jobs or Fox “News” declared there was a war on Christmas, they’ve been disgruntled.  But now they have hope.

They now have a true savior, God has sent Donald Trump to save us all, to restore order to this country, to make America great again.  While I struggle with some of the writings of the Old Testament, I do firmly believe that God sent Jesus to provide us salvation.  And I believe that salvation applies to many, and I’m really not willing to predict who gets into Heaven and who doesn’t, but if there is some sort of test or if the key is through works, I’m afraid most of us would fail, and we wouldn’t get in.  I still firmly believe it’s through grace, and I’m very thankful for that.

Now this concept of God sending Donald Trump to save us kind of has me perplexed because I really don’t see many of the same qualities in Donald Trump as Jesus.  I can’t piece together the whole “God, Guns & Trump” with the Sermon on the Mount, something just doesn’t click.  I wonder if maybe, just maybe, if God did send Donald Trump, He may have sent him to destroy America?  If I were one of those who believed God sent Donald Trump, I would be concerned about that.  

Do I think it?  Oh, Heavens no!  I really don’t believe that’s how God operates, and besides, He has way too many more important things to worry about than the downfall of America.  Plus, He probably thinks we’re doing a pretty good job as it is.

Recently I saw some commentary from Glenn Beck about the Hamas attack on Israel.  He described how brutal they were, how evil, and “we do not serve the same God.”  Do we serve the same God as the Crusades?  Do we serve the same God as Nazi Germany, where they professed “God with us”.  Do we serve the same God as the Confederate States of America?  Do we serve the same God as the Ku Klux Klan?  Do we serve the same God as those who mercilessly murdered anyone who resembled a Muslim after 9/11?  It may feel good to believe we are better than those of other religions, but our history is also filled with many instances of cruelty and brutality.  I assume Mr. Beck forgot the words of Jesus, “he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”

While I may not agree with you in supporting Donald Trump (then again, I’m not really excited to support Joe Biden either), I have no issue with your right to do that, that’s politics.  But please, keep religion out of it, there is a reason we have a separation of religion and politics, and it should stay that way.  I wish when people tried to bring the two together, and create some sort of union between God and the United States, they’d look back at history and see how well it worked for Germany with Adolf Hitler.  

As far as the Christian Nationalists and God’s plan for this nation?  Again, I think they better hope that God didn’t send Donald Trump, I don’t believe that would be a positive thing for us.  But then again, they seem to want the God who would send 42 she-bears to tear apart little boys for a terrible insult to one of his prophets.  As for me, I’ll continue to follow, and be thankful for, the God who sent Jesus, whose words don’t seem to coincide with “God, Guns & Trump”.  By the way, this is from Matthew 5: 2-12, it’s in the New Testament for those who didn’t read that far:

And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons[a] of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.  Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”

Really not a whole lot about “greatness”, whatever that really means.  If you’re hung up on making America great again, that’s great, but again, what Jesus talks about is poor, mourn, meek, hunger, thirst, etc.  Not many greatness descriptors, but again, Jesus was all about those that are lesser than.  He really didn’t seem to be hung up on greatness.

At the end of the day though, somehow, we all have to figure out how to come together and work together.  While I believe that Christian Nationalists are some of the most evil and hate-filled people in the world, they probably think awful thoughts about me too.  We have one country, one world, and we are really screwing it up.  Somehow, we have to figure out how to work together, whether we are Christian Nationalists, devoted followers of Jesus, Hamas, Jews, Ukrainians, Russians, Muslims, Hindus, Republicans, Democrats, it doesn’t matter, we are in this together.  

Yes, I’m probably completely delusional, we’ve been at war with each other since before Jesus walked the earth, nothing will probably change that, we will most likely destroy each other and our world.  But, I’ll reach way back to a poem by John Donne, which to me really hits home what this is all about:

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee”

If I succeed, and you fail, we all fail.  If you succeed, and I fail, we all fail.  We live and die together, it’s that simple really.  But then again, I’m just a nobody.  With a purpose.

Oh well, I should probably be prepared for some she-bears to come and tear me to pieces for insulting Christian Nationalists.

Where Have You Gone, Adam Kinzinger?

 A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You

Woo, woo, woo

As many of you know, I’m a huge fan of Simon & Garfunkel, so I couldn’t resist.  But of course, I digress.

Where have you gone, Adam Kinzinger?  Or Liz Cheney.  Or Paul Ryan.  As I proudly carry the label “RINO” as

a badge of honor, I put forth various Republicans who have held office, who I would gladly vote for.  I’m sure there are more on both sides of the aisle.  Doesn’t anyone with some semblance of intelligence, who isn’t old as dirt, want to be President anymore?  It used to be that young politicians grew through the ranks and strived to reach the highest office, President of the United States.  I really can’t remember the last “up and comer” that was out there, that everyone viewed as a strong Presidential candidate.

 And what are we left with?

On one side we have the incumbent, Ralphie.  I think most of us would agree Ralphie was a great kid, good intentions, grew up into a relatively good adult, seems like a good guy, ended up a Democrat, but I won’t hold that against him completely.  But, and here’s the big but….  He’s 81 years old.  If he gets elected, he’d be 86 when he finishes office, if he doesn’t die before then. 

On the other side we have Scott Farkus.  I think most of us would agree that Scott Farkus was an asshole as a kid, and at least for me, I find that he’s even a bigger asshole as an adult.  Plus he’s a con artist and a criminal.  Oh, and by the way, while he would depict Ralphie as old and senile, he’s “only” 77 years old.  If he gets elected, he’d be 82 when he finishes office, if he doesn’t die before then.

Recently I was having a phone call with Bob McDonald, my son-in-law Tom’s brother, and Bob asked my opinion on age and politics.  I had really been thinking a lot about this recently, and I told Bob, I think the maximum age to run for President should be 52, that way if you get re-elected, you’d be leaving office at about 60 years old.  I think that should be the maximum.  Now, having said it and rethought it a bit, I would put the maximum age a bit higher, maybe 58-60, but no higher.

The rationale for my thoughts on this?  I know at 63, I’m not nearly as sharp or quick as I was at say 53.  I don’t have quite the stamina or the ability to work extremely long hours.  And based on some of my colleagues and former colleagues, I would say it goes for them also.  I just don’t believe anyone in their 60’s or past their 60’s should be holding the most important position in our country.  Think about it, all of us are encouraged to retire sometime in our late 60’s, and there’s a reason for that, we just don’t have what we used to when it comes to a sharp mind and stamina.

One of the best examples of this is Ronald Reagan.  Still probably my favorite President, President Reagan clearly struggled during his second term, when he was in his mid-70’s.  There were many rumors about dementia and issues running the government due to his cognitive abilities.  He simply wasn’t as sharp toward the end, and he is on the younger side of either Ralphie or Scott Farkus.

 Maybe, just maybe, it’s us?

As noted, we don’t seem to have any younger politicians who want to rise through the ranks and make it to the most important position in the country.  Maybe there’s a reason for that.  It used to be, while we had a liberal and conservative side, we used to begrudgingly seek compromise to move the country forward. We now have more and more of a huge gap between the two sides, and, in many cases, each side is willing to sacrifice the good of the country to further their own goals.  Why would anyone want to preside over that?

We like to hold ourselves out as the greatest country, but I think it’s a sad indictment of this country that no one of a reasonable age and intelligence wants to hold the highest office.  Think about it, would you want to?  Would you want to deal with the far left day in and day out?  Would you want to put up with the Freedom Caucus, who can’t even get along with the rest of their own party?  No thank you, I’ll pass.  But we’re the ones who put these people in office, and have kept them in office.  Maybe, just maybe, we’re the problem, and we’re the only ones who can fix it.  Based on all the rhetoric I’ve seen from both sides, I don’t see us fixing this, just as our politicians are moving further into the extreme, so are we. 

 So this is the best we’ve got?

As I look ahead, it appears very apparent that these are the two choices we have.  On one side, a nice, old man, who does not, or will not, have the mental capabilities to be President.  And on the other hand, a mean, old man, who not only does not, or will not, have the mental capabilities to be President, but is also a criminal and a con artist.  So in November, I’ll go into the voting booth, throw up a little in my mouth, and vote for a potentially senile, old man since I made it clear several years ago, I’d vote for a pile of my dog’s poop before I’d vote for Scott Farkus.  Ralphie kicked the shit out of Scott Farkus a couple times already, I hope he’s up for one more round, but for me, it will be a hollow victory. 

 As we inch closer to election day, November 5, I’ll continue to hope and pray that somehow the Republicans will get their shit together and put forth someone reasonable to run for President.  I don’t think they’ll ever get Adam Kinzinger out of retirement, but I’d settle for and embrace someone like Nikki Haley.  There is no doubt the Democrats won’t abandon an incumbent, so there is no hope on that side.  And quite frankly, there is probably no hope for any of us, but then again, we created this pigsty, so I guess we’ll have to wallow in it.

Let Them Play Their Symphony

Editor's Note: I recently have been having conversations about leadership and management with TJ Eveland, one of my colleagues at Ohio Dominican University, and Rachel, my daughter-in-law.  The conversations reminded me of a blog I wrote probably eight years ago for Smith & Howard, an accounting firm in Atlanta.

Throughout my career, I think every major organization I worked for came up with some form of initiative to show its employees that they were valued.  The problem is, in virtually every situation, if the leadership on the local level doesn’t believe in it and embrace it, it really is meaningless.  I still remember when I was starting out at Deloitte, and the initiative pushed down from headquarters had the catchy label of “Our clients are silver, but our employees are gold!”.  The buzz phrase was about as far as it got, and as noted, I’ve found that most of these initiatives are essentially there as a “check the box” adventure. 

I’ve honestly seen very little value in any of these initiatives, but I have seen some outstanding leaders and managers who truly value their employees, and do their very best to make them feel special without any drive from corporate to make it happen.  I wrote some values that I try to embrace, and to be fair, I could probably write one that is just as long or longer about the times I screwed up and failed at this.  I do believe most employees have a symphony inside of them that they are just waiting to play.  If we give them the opportunity, they can create something special.

I’ve never been one to ever consider myself successful in my career, but I guess I would have to say that since I’ve somehow worked for 32 plus years with some amazing companies and have had the opportunity to do so many interesting and satisfying jobs, I must be doing something right.  I guess the reason that I never had considered myself successful is that so much of it really isn’t me, it’s the people that I have had surrounding me. 

Over my career, I’ve entered into various situations upon accepting positions.  In some cases, I’ve replaced someone who has left, but in many cases, I filled a new position, due to the company expanding and the need for a higher level person to run the department.  In each case, I’ve taken the same approach.  I’ll break it down into the key parts, but I’ll warn you up front.  My approach will never get you the “Wow factor” coming in the door.  My approach is very much based on patience, learning the environment, learning the people and empowering the people.  It often takes 6-12 months before you start seeing transformation taking place.  I view everything like a long distance race rather than a sprint. 

I steal a great deal of my leadership philosophy from “The Art of Possibility: Transforming Professional and Personal Life”, so if you’ve read the book, you will see quite a bit of the tenets in that book weaved throughout.  The book was written by a husband and wife, and the husband is Benjamin Zander, a conductor of the Boston Philharmonic.  Mr. Zander compares the various components of leadership to leading a symphony orchestra.  The conductor doesn’t generate one note of music, but his role is to do everything possible to bring the best out of each performer in the orchestra and help his musicians generate a beautiful piece of music in unison.  In so many ways, that captures what I view my role to be: helping my group maximize their capabilities, maximize their talents, to produce a beautiful symphony in our business. 

In summary, here are my main beliefs when it comes to leading a team in a business environment:

Seek to Understand – Anytime I come into a new environment, the first thing I do is observe.  How do things work, why do they do things the way they do, etc.  In many cases, my first inclination may be that it really doesn’t make sense the way things are being done, but I hold all judgment until I have had sufficient time to really understand the process.  Only in rare cases, when I see something is going horribly wrong, do I act and change what is being done.

All Students (Employees) Are “A” Students – When I come into a new environment, I let everyone know that from my standpoint, they are all top performers.  I assume that everyone has the ability and the desire to do the jobs they are currently doing.  They will have to prove to me that they are not capable to do that.  In virtually all cases, they do perform and succeed.  In very few cases, people are ill-fitted for their role, and it’s best for them and the organization to help them find a new career path.  You need to get the right people in the right places within your organization, and in most cases, they are already there.

I Don’t Know – This is probably the toughest and most disconcerting for employees.  When I come into a new position, in many cases, the employees in place are looking for someone to come in with all the answers.  When an issue or situation comes up, and they look to me for answers, my response in most cases is, “I don’t know, what do you think”?  At first, to be honest, it really freaks people out, and they probably think, “why in the world did they hire this guy”?  Gradually, we work through the issue or problem, and in most cases, people know the right answer.  They know what needs to be done, they just don’t have the confidence or backing to implement it.  Once they have someone who is willing to allow them to make decisions and implement their own solutions, they gain confidence and start believing in their own capabilities to run their departments.

Don’t Take Yourself So Seriously! – Business is important, business is serious, but you don’t always have to be.  I like to give people the opportunity to lighten up, have a little fun, and enjoy their time together.  We spend so much time in the work environment, we spend so much time together, and we need to enjoy each other’s company.  Recently one of our Accounts Payable Clerks told me that I couldn’t have a piece of candy because I was getting chubby.  Do you know how much fun all of the staff had with that one? 

No One Is A Peon – There are very few times I get really angry at work, but this is one of them, or one example.   I had one of my employees, our receptionist, come to me on an issue, and she made the comment, “Well, I’m just a peon”.  I immediately stopped what I was doing, and we sat down for a heart to heart discussion.  My Father taught me early on that everyone in an organization is important, no matter what he or she performs.  I firmly believe this, and I firmly shared this information with the young lady.  Any organization, any department is a team.  If any member of that team isn’t functioning at a high enough level, it impacts everyone.  A receptionist is the first person our customers talk to, the first person a visitor meets when he or she comes to the facility, the face of the organization.  How could anyone ever believe he or she was a peon in such an important role?  This holds true for any person or role within an organization.

Celebrate Success – I still wish we did this more often, but you need to take the time to celebrate successes.  Each time there is a major milestone or accomplishment, take the time to celebrate the success that your team achieved.  Recently we had the best audit we’ve ever had in the seven years I’ve been at WIKA.  We took the entire staff out for a nice lunch to thank them for all that they did.  Without everyone pulling together and making it happen, we couldn’t have done it.  It’s vital to take that time to make your group realize what they have done and how important it is.

Educate, Empower, Encourage – As time goes on, I start to figure out areas where my personnel need additional training or education.  I always try to grow the group as much as possible to be as self-sufficient as possible.  As time goes on, I give them the ability to make their own decisions and only bring issues to me that are beyond their capability or ones that could have a significant impact on the organization.  I always want the group to grow, to get better, to improve in their understanding of their jobs, their responsibilities, and to have to rely on me less and less.  I always am willing and want to be there as a sounding board, but I always encourage the group to make their own decisions and control their own departments and responsibilities.

When That Bus Hits! – This is one of the analogies I always use with my team, and I truly believe it.  If that proverbial bus runs me over tomorrow, the organization will go on without a hiccup.  While some people believe that a sign of their importance is that the organization would fall apart if they left, I believe that if I weren’t missed, if everything went on perfectly, I would have achieved great success in my job or career.  I’ve reached that level at various points in my career, and I’ve reached that point at WIKA.  I have confidence in my team that they could easily go on perfectly if I disappeared tomorrow.

As I noted, nothing magical here, and nothing to make you say, “Wow, we need to bring this guy in and turn our organization around”!  In most cases, you already have the right people in place; you just need to empower them, educate them, and give them the confidence to make the difficult decisions along the way.  Your people have a beautiful symphony inside of them, but you have to give them the opportunity to share that music with the rest of the organization.  They will make you proud.

Awe

 

I recently finished the book, “Awe: The New Science of Everyday Wonder and How It Can Transform Your Life” by Dacher Keltner.  He gave many examples from art, literature, nature, humanness that demonstrated those moments that bring us awe.

As I read it, I thought about the moments in my life that brought me awe, and there are probably hundreds?  I guess so much of it depends on the type of person you are, and what you gravitate toward, but I found so many of mine fell into the realm of nature, and also forms of artistic expression.  I distilled some of the most meaningful to me into this short list, and really, part of this exercise or blog post is an invitation to you to think about those moments that have brought you awe.  One thing to consider, and you can probably see it from my list, some of these seem so trivial, but for whatever reason, the moment has stuck with me, and you probably have some similar experiences.

In no particular order (OK, I did put the two most meaningful first):

Wedding Day – There are of course so many aspects of marriage that can bring awe, there is so much about that particular day that can be simply incredible, but there is one thing that really captured me that day.  As I prepared and got ready, and as I stood there, waiting to come out with my best man, Dale, I was really nervous, of course, and really focused on not screwing this moment up.  I know I had a very inward gaze, just wanting to get through all of the pomp and circumstance, and get this day over with.

I then walk out, come to the front of the sanctuary, I turn around, and there are all of these people, some relatives, some close friends, some people I barely know, and some I don’t know at all.  And they’re all looking at me with these huge smiles on their faces.  It is such an incredible moment that these people are here for me, and they are happy for me.  OK, it was brief, it changed quickly once Laurel appeared at the end of the aisle, all the attention went to her, rightfully so, but for that one brief moment, I got to experience all of those eyes and smiles cast upon me. 

First Child – All of the births of our children were amazing in their own way for various reasons, but I’ll focus on the first, since that is the most life-changing.  As many know, the whole process of finding out you’re pregnant, the changes in your life, the changes in the woman’s body (no idea how a woman does it, still amazes me), the long nine months waiting, and then the day, and no idea whatsoever what that day will bring.

And then the day comes, and you experience one of the most incredible moments of your life.  I have a difficult time in general with science, and I still struggle with the whole concept of child birth, but that feeling, when this tiny body comes out, and the screaming begins, it makes me wonder, what is this tiny creature thinking at that moment?  I was so nice and snug and warm, and all of a sudden, lights, noise, cold air!  My sense of wonder and amazement is not just what Laurel and I experienced, but trying to imagine what Megan experienced in that moment.

The Bat Whisperer – When we lived in Georgia, we had a back deck, and a patio table with an umbrella on that deck.  The one day, Laurel went out, and opened up the umbrella.  This tiny bat plopped down onto the table, seemingly dead, it apparently got stuck up in the top of the umbrella when it got closed.  Laurel sensed that the bat wasn’t dead, and she got an eye dropper with water, and slowly dropped water into the bat’s mouth.  Gradually, the bat came back to life, and quickly flew off, able to live another day.  I’m not quite sure what amazed me more, Laurel’s quick thinking, her desire to bring this bat back to life, or that it actually worked.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald – For those who know me, particularly the men from my former Small Group, this has always been my “go to” sermon.  Sandy McConnel preached this sermon on November 12, 1995.  Sandy is one of the greatest preachers I’ve ever heard, if not the best, he’s in the top two.  I always lived to hear his sermons in church, he never disappointed.

But, this was a really special one, and I’m not sure if it was him that day or me, maybe it just really hit me like no other.  Sandy told the story of the song from Gordon Lightfoot, and he weaved the history of the true adventure into his sermon.  Then he said that incredible line from the song:

“Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?”

Again, don’t know if was the power of Sandy’s sermon, or just what was in me at the moment, but the church, mind you, a huge, impressive old church, Westminster Presbyterian Church, grew completely silent when he said that line.  Nothing.  Dead silence.  I can still feel it today, I still experience it, the chill of total silence in such a huge space with so many people sitting there listening.

Niagara Falls – A few years ago, after many years of failing miserably at taking Laurel on a nice vacation, I told her, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.  Hawaii?  Europe?  Australia? Anywhere.  Her answer?  I want to go to Niagara Falls.  Really?

So we went to Niagara Falls.  I had a bazillion hotel points, so we got a suite overlooking the falls, and we spent all of our days at some point, walking along the falls.  I was mesmerized by the power of the water, it was incredible.  I would sit in our hotel room, watching the water rush over the precipice, I would stand right at the point where the water moved from this nice, brisk movement along the top, and then see it cascade over the cliff.  I was enthralled at the power of the water, and the fact that it just never stops, it just keeps on coming, and so many times, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

Snake! – I was sitting in our family room in Georgia, as Laurel walks into the room, she screams.  OK, is that “there’s a burglar” scream, “there’s a mountain lion” scream, but no clue, until I saw it.  We often left our back door open for the dogs to go in and out, and a snake decided to cool off from the hot afternoon sun, and came through the back door. 

I quickly jumped up and found something, a broom in this case, to try to shoo him out the back door.  While I’m not a big fan of snakes, I wanted to know where he was, and get him out, before he found a place to hide in the house.  As I headed toward him, I was surprised at the speed with which he moved, they really look like they’re barely moving, but they’re so fast!  The next “oh shit” moment was the strength, he went along the back wall, and the dog dishes were there, and he flipped them in the air like they were paper plates.  Finally, when I was poking at him with the broom, I was amazed at how far away he could strike.  I had a broom in between him and me, but that wasn’t long enough, he had some serious spring to him.  Thankfully, he finally got frustrated, and headed back from whence he came.

Up, Up and Away – This one begs for some background.  Years ago, Laurel and I took one of our few vacations, and the vacation we took was to the south of France.  As a part of the vacation, we had the opportunity to take a hot air balloon ride.  Key point in all of this is that I’m deathly afraid of heights.  I thought I’d be able to deal with it, but no, I really struggled, and didn’t enjoy it very much at all.

Thirty years later or so, again, Laurel and I were in the south of France, this time on a yoga retreat, and again, we were taking a hot air balloon ride.  I was nervous, I worried I would fall back into my normal desire to sit in the bottom of the basket, but this time, it was different.  I really enjoyed it, and truly got to experience it.

What captured me was the quiet, and of course, it’s not completely quiet, you have the sound of the balloon being maintained with the fire, but there is so much serenity to floating across the fields, seeing and hearing the cows, the sheep, the dogs, all of the animals below, wondering what the hell is up there making that noise?  When I was able to truly enjoy it, and experience it, the quiet, the peacefulness, the serenity, really brought me into such a beautiful feeling.  I’m so thankful I had a second chance.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider – I was on a retreat with my former Small Group, and we were at a cabin, sitting out on the deck, drinking a beer, and talking.  Up in the rafters, there was a spider busily building his web, it was an incredible web, very large, very impressive.  All of a sudden, and I never knew spiders did this, and of course, I had never seen it done before or since, he quickly took his web down.  As fast as the web went up, the web came back down, and he was gone.  I was filled with astonishment seeing a tiny creature like that work so diligently to build his web, and with the same workman-like quality, take it back down again that quickly.

Nights in White Satin – Years ago, I would send jokes into a radio station in Dayton, and we’d get free tickets to go see various groups in concert at Riverbend in Cincinnati or other venues.  One of those wins was tickets to go see the Moody Blues at Riverbend.  It just so happened that Dale, my best man, worked for a TV station in Cincinnati, and he offered me tickets also to that same concert.  So we took a neighbor, we gave them our tickets, and used the tickets Dale gave us.

From the radio station, we had backstage passes to meet the band, we got an autographed song book, and we then found our seats for the concert.  We were about 10 rows back, center stage.  It was the Moody Blues, not quite in their prime, but close, with a full orchestra.  I’ve never experienced a concert like that, and I’m fairly positive, I never will.  I was struck with amazement at how well the group could mesh with the orchestra, and make it into a wonderful sound, and visual, experience.

Sea Lions on Fisherman’s Wharf – When I was with Barco, I took a business trip to San Francisco, and can’t remember for the life of me why, I ended up on Fisherman’s Wharf.  It was a nice day, so I was just standing, overlooking the harbor, and there were a bunch of sea lions on the docks.  They played, or I assume played, this continual game, where one would swim around, and plop up onto the dock, and they’d all start barking, and then one would jump off, swim around, and eventually plop back up on the dock, and they’d all start barking.  This game, or whatever it was, was endless.  I probably stood there for an hour or so just amazed that it just kept going and going and going.  They never seemed to tire of it, and frankly, neither did I.

I Want to Die Easy – Years ago, Westminster Presbyterian Church had a special musical event, featuring the Central State Chorus.  The Central State Chorus performs around the country, they were incredibly talented, and we had the opportunity to see them again last year, and that hasn’t changed.

The whole performance was outstanding, but there was one chilling moment, when they were singing the spiritual, “I Want To Die Easy”.  The song is powerful, in and of itself, but partway through, this young lady broke into a solo, and all of a sudden, her voice traveled up my spine.  I’ve never heard a voice like that, and I’ve never felt a voice like that, but the feeling running through my body was breathtaking, and I’ve never heard or felt something like that again.

Honk – Have you ever really watched geese?  I think most of us have experienced geese flying in formation, as common as it can be, it’s still fascinating.  Have you ever seen them land in water?  When we built our building with WIKA in Lewis Center, we had a retention pond right next to us, and the geese would swoop down, and right before they hit the water, they would untuck their feet, and start peddling really fast, so as they hit the water, they were already paddling away.  Really incredible the precision of their execution.

But, what really captured me was their communication.  I’d watch them out in the field, outside my window (I know, I should have been working, but they were so much fun to watch!), and just marvel at the communication amongst them.  The honking, the hissing, but mostly, the body language.  Wings spread wide, wings flapping, bobbing head, lowered head, neck pumping, so much talking back and forth, they never seemed to stop talking, even when they weren’t making a sound.

Grand Canyon – To be honest, it’s indescribable.  I’ve told people, I can’t explain the Grand Canyon, you can’t experience it with pictures or videos, you have to see it.  Laurel and I have taken two helicopter tours of the Grand Canyon, and flying there, seeing it from a distance, landing there, standing there, it’s a wonder of nature.  No, it’s indescribable, it is one of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen, but you have to go see it, you won’t regret it.  I still find it hard to believe that it actually exists.

Cirque du Soleil – I remember the first time I ever experienced Cirque du Soleil, it was on a business trip to Las Vegas with my colleagues from WIKA.  We were sitting about halfway up the arena, and my boss, Michael Gerster, was giddy like a little kid.  To put it in perspective, Michael is a young guy like me, but he is tall and has this imposing presence, so it was really fun to see a grown man so excited.  Prior to the show, they had a clown walking through the crowd, playing various tricks, and I guess Michael was a prime target.  The clown put a bucket of popcorn on Michael’s head, and to be honest, I don’t remember the rest, but Michael loved it.

Once I saw this show, I was hooked completely.  I’ve probably “only” seen Cirque du Soleil 5-6 more times after that show, but it never disappoints.  I would sit there fascinated, in complete awe of what the performers could do, trapeze artists, contortionists, gymnasts, displays of grace, strength, balance, and while I’m sure they could tell you where they erred, where something went wrong, I still don’t remember a single mishap.  The performers executed unbelievable acts flawlessly in my eyes.

As I sat and thought about what brought me awe, these are the ones that stuck out the most.  I’m sure Laurel, or my children will say, what about?  I’m sure there will be many what abouts, and I’ll say, how could I have forgotten that one?  Actually, that will be the fun part for me, as I noted above, I hope you think about those moments that brought you awe, and I’m hopeful some people remind me of moments that brought me awe that didn’t quite make the short list.  I can relive them again, just like I’m reliving these.