Believe

September 5. Says a lot about my state of mind. I've been focused on way too much negative thinking. Nothing positive comes out of negative thinking. That was when I last posted to this site. That's sad. But this is good. This is positive.

Someone recently sent me that piece about Abraham Lincoln. About how many times he failed at so many undertakings. And yet he persevered. What drove the man to the ultimate success? He undertook the toughest job in the world at the worst time ever. And managed to make the right calls to save our nation. And it's clear he had plenty of self doubt. So what led him be so successful? I'll let you know. I suspect many of you have answers. Go ahead. Edify us.

As I contemplated all that is good in my life, I realized that my immediate challenge is a minor step off the path. Only time will tell if I've made a misstep or if the hill I must climb is simply bigger than what I contemplated. But with a loving family behind me, an understanding wife, and a great bunch of friends, how can I not succeed? It's impossible not to, with all this going for me.


So Merry Christmas! The many promises of the season for new life, incomprehensible grace and love will carry the day. And a New Year, a new decade dawn before us. Rise up to the challenge, refuse to fail, and keep on moving forward. Believe and it shall happen.

Red Rubber Ball

Does anyone other than me remember this song?

Until today, I had no idea what it was really about. I rarely listened to lyrics. It's the melody that captures me. Particularly when I was a youngster. I heard catch phrases, refrains, but never the complexity of the song. Never the real depth of the words. Red Rubber Ball is just such a song. I love the song. It takes me back to being 13 years old, with nothing better to do all summer but hang at the pool and play cards. I used to play lots of War and Gin Rummy and 500. But finally, I learned to play Euchre and never turned back. I played Euchre all summer, every day, many hours.

That's where I meant to start this Blog. The power of Song. It can take you instantly back to a moment in life, it can transport you to an era. It can evoke emotions, rekindle love, trigger deep sadness. It's almost as powerful as Scent. Sometimes, it is more powerful.

The beauty of Song is that you can use it yourself to go whenever you want to go. Not whereever, Whenever. For example, I think of Stairway to Heaven, hum a few chords and I am dancing at the Fairgrounds to the music of SMD (Suck My Dick - I'm not kidding), the local garage band. They used to practice in the garage down the street on Briar Avenue. Or some of the harder Led Zeppelin takes me back to the parking lot of our highschool, where before school started, or after it was over, we'd crank up someone's 8 track player or cassette player and play Led Zeppelin as loud as possible or Allman Brothers or the Blues. Or better, the sound of David Bowie transports me to college. Instantly. I'm there. Or the same for Spirit (Who?), who my Freshman roommate loved, Edgar Winter, Doobie Brothers, Chicago, Pink Floyd and many others. Or the Temptations. the Four Tops and Santana and the Detroit Motown acts take me back to Senior year of highschool. We drove to South Carolina where I promptly got my front teeth knocked out after wearing braces for four years. But we rocked all the way down there to the sounds of Motown on Marc's 8 Track player as we sped along at 80-90 MPH. Especially Santana. "You've got to change your evil ways, Baby. I come home and the pots are cold." How cruel is that?

And today, forming new memories. It's interesting, I seem to have a major gap where music played little in my life. No great memories, no real standouts that transport me. Until the past year or two. Why is that? Perhaps because I've started to take more walks, I now own two MP3 players and use them to work out, drive and walk. So I've begun to search for music. As I listen music gets tied to memories. Jacqui Naylor is one of my recent favorites. So I'll likely remember her songs for the period when I was laid off and working out lots. I listened to her a lot while working out and really enjoy her sound. "Celebrate Early and Often", "City by the Bay", "Ain't No Sunshine When He's Gone." All remakes, I think, but she makes them very cool.

So perhaps MP3 has revived my memory stream. Hopefully, it will create a new set of memories to transport me back when I'm 70 or 80 or 90. Not sure I want to be 100. So if I'm ever in a coma, PLEASE, Rock my world. And add a little Jacqui Naylor so I can recall a few more recent memories as well. Be sure to play Crazy by Aerosmith too. I love that song. Talk about memories....

Stop, Drop and Roll

Stop reading this entry now. I have nothing to say.


















You dropped, we roll....

You can't live life well with a grudge. Without forgiveness. Without setting aside the little wrongs and the big wrongs. You can't live life well judging others. The more you judge others, the more you judge yourself and we never like ourselves very much. So, if I'm right, judging others makes us more unhappy. And I am always right. Well, sometimes, I am always right.

I had someone tell me once, "I can forgive, but I never forget." Huh? Just what does that mean? I think it means she doesn't really forgive.

I am blessed with a poor memory. With a few exceptions that my close friends know all about, I can't remember anything bad someone has done to me. Nothing that I want to act upon or vent about. But I know people that never forget, and who periodically like to remind the offender of their past sin. Their heads must be filled with bad thoughts and ill will toward a plethora of people. Thankfully, mine doesn't have room for all of that nonsense and neither should yours. Find some way to dump all of that baggage, shove it out the window and let it fall into a deep abyss, never to be seen again. And even the ones I remember, I no longer care about. They are just good stories from my past (or boring stories that I like to tell).

So stop throwing stones, or one will rebound off that glass wall and hit you in the head. Start finding positive things to think about other people. Find positive things to say about them to others. Begin to look for praise you can lay on your associate or neighbor or friend. Find 5 people this week who you will praise in front of someone else. Make it a habit.




When I started this entry, I really had nothing to say. A vague notion, perhaps, but nothing of substance. I hope something came of it. If nothing else, maybe you'll remember to remind your kids to Stop, Drop and Roll if their clothing catches on fire and it will save a life....

SS

Golf's Big Lessons

Golf, like life, is not a fair game. Just when you think you have it made, adversity strikes. If you keep your composure, maintain your positive thinking, good things will turn your game around.

In recent years, I found that concentration and a relaxed swing were the two most important keys to a good result. A relaxed swing depends upon you feeling comfortable with your swing, having confidence. Confidence comes from practice. Practice is a repeated pattern of trying and failing and trying some more until you become more successful by learning from your mistakes and changing how you swing the club. Mistakes are a critical aspect of success. If you don't try, you'll never succeed. As Tom Watson recently remarked, quoting the immortal Bobby Jones, "You learn from defeat, not victory."

Golf is largely a mental game. What amateur player doesn't struggle mightily after spending time with a professional who "corrects" their swing? Perhaps mechanically, you have a better swing, but it just doesn't feel quite right. So you have two choices. Believe in the professional's guidance or go back to what never worked quite well enough all your golfing life. Many will go back to their old swing because it is more comfortable. The results are predictable.

Yet, like life, we can make a better choice. We can pay attention to the good advice and do the things that are uncomfortable, the things we need to do to be successful in our "game." We need to take more bad swings to learn to make good swings. And eventually the new swing will become comfortable and familiar and will deliver better results.

Recently, at age 55, I opened my own law practice. I'm scared to death of failure. I have felt anxieties that I haven't experienced for years. But I feel positive nonetheless. I will make a lot of mistakes. I have made a few already. For two weeks, I have fallen into the very trap my counselor told me to be wary of. I have resolved to practice the uncomfortable swing he taught me; to fail repeatedly until I get my swing right. In the end, the results will be postive.

Your Personal Legend

Right now repeat after me: "I am responsible for my own circumstances." If you don't believe that, then start some serious reading, thinking and studying about life. If you are not happy, it's your own damn fault. And I am looking in a mirror as I write these words to all of you (all three of you, I think).

Here is a great thought from George Bernard Shaw. (I'd love to find out he's related, but I doubt it's true.) "People are always blaming their circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them." And thus I begin my effort to start a private practice of law and mediation.

There are fears all of us face. None of us are alone in these fears, although we all assume that "successful people" don't have these fears. Baloney. Successful people have simply faced their fears and proceeded in spite of those fears. They use proper planning and discipline to overcome those fears.

Fear of rejection. This usually emanates out of our self doubt. We doubt ourselves and assume others will likewise judge us. We look into their eyes and see our own self-condemnation. This is pitiful and unfair to ourselves. So next time you face a challenge and the obstacle that rears itself is a fear of being rejected, of having your ideas or your role in an organization rejected, ask yourself, "What would I do if I weren't afraid of that rejection." Eliminate, on a hyptothetical basis, your fear of rejection. Look at what lies ahead if you are successful and imagine, instead that success. Then plunge ahead before that negative fear creeps back into your mind.

Fear of failure. How many times did I not try a lawsuit because I feared or my client feared or my opponent feared failure? I would say that every time a case settles it's because someone fears failure. Often times, it's a rational, calculated assessment of risk that makes the decision appropriate. It's not really the fear that dictates the action, it's risk assessment. But if that decision is based instead upon my fear that I may fail to do something or I may do something wrong in trial, then my fear of failure has improperly influenced my decision. I have allowed fear of failure to dictate the action I take. It's a rational response to an irrational fear. Again, imagine the hypothetical situation. Imagine that you have no risk of loss. Imagine that you have no risk of failure, what action would you take? Then, calculate in, on a rational basis, the risk of loss the real risk of failure and see if, on balance, the risk is worth taking.

Failure is never all bad and often it serves us better, in the long run, than success. In the first case I lost, I learned more than I learned in all the cases I ever won and certainly lots more than the thousands more I settled. So that one "failure" was one of the best things that ever happened to me. It made me a much better lawyer. Think of all the young athletes you knew who were good at an early age because of natural talent, who were eclipsed in later years by kids who had less physical talent. The latter kids worked harder because of their failures and overcame their weaknesses. They used failure to motivate themselves to be better and in the end, triumphed.

There are many fears. I won't belabor my point. Fear of success, fear of pain, fear of crowds, snakes, heights, etc. Which ever of these most influences your life, work on it. Accept it for what it is. Imagine that the feared outcome can't happen and ask yourself how you would act if that fear did not exist.

Talk to a friend outloud. Write down your thoughts and re-read them later. When you talk outloud to a third party, when you write down your thoughts and re-read them, you will challenge your thinking. You will begin to see that the fear has no logical basis for dictating your decision.

I like Paul Coehlo's writing. He wrote The Alchemist and The Fifth Mountain among other books. The former is a wonderful story of a man who pursues his "personal legend." At one point in the story the man has the chance to abandon his ultimate goal and instead lead a comfortable life. But he chooses to pursue his goal. His analysis is prescious. He recognized that he might be happy for a year, but after a year he would always wonder, "what if?" And he would never be truly happy. So he risked all the short term benefits and immediate gain to pursue his dream, knowing that it was more important to have tried to reach his goal, than to abandon the goal and always wonder about his choice.

To go on such a journey, you have to have faith in yourself and faith in your "personal legend." Why are you here on earth? What do you want to accomplish? You have to be able to visualize what it is you want, where you want to be, and keep that vision clearly in focus in all that you do. Do not let the distractions of day to day life divert you from that vision. You have to have faith that you are here for a reason. The reason is not what most of us strive for. It is not to become rich and have lots of possessions. It is not to have a great job and have power and influence. Rather, you need to assess, deep down inside of you what goal in life is truly important to you. Then visualize that as your reality and begin to plan what steps you need to take in your life, what changes you need to make to reach that lofty goal. And don't let another person, financial pressure or your fears take away your goals. Keep dreaming, believe in yourself and most of all believe in your "personal legend." Believe that you have a special purpose in life and that a steady and determined march toward that goal will bring you happiness and fulfillment.

Good luck and Godspeed!

Faith

Life is amazing. Perhaps its God that's amazing. I haven't figured that out yet. But I'm working on that.

I have a propensity to mull on things way too much. No, mull is not the right word. Ruminate. It can be endless. If I get something in my mind, I will examine it 1000 different ways, many just minor variants from the others.

So recently, as part of a discussion I was involved in, we agreed to pray to the Holy Spirit. None of us had regularly prayed to the Holy Spirit and had no idea what to expect. So we agreed to report back in a week.

I had no level of expectation and a great deal of skepticism to temper my faith in this exercise. But I was willing to try. And I've had my share of issues to talk to the Holy Spirit about. Especially one that I've ruminated upon way too much.

That first night, I woke up about 2:00 AM. My mind went into overdrive. Worrying, thinking, wondering, projecting risks into the future. Very worthless activity. But I couldn't stop. So I began to pray. I prayed to the Holy Spirit for 15 minutes. Stopped and listened. Heard nothing. Felt nothing. Wait. I felt nothing. No sense of anxiety. No sense of emptiness. No sense that I was walking on the edge and might easily slip into an abyss of the unknown. Soon, I fell asleep. At peace and no longer driven to turn things over in my head repeatedly.

The next day, I talked to a friend about a personal conflict that I had been worrying about. My friend said a few simple words that totally turned my head around. The conflict had been minimized and reversed with the simplest of thoughts on the matter.

So now I wonder. What was the source of his inspiration? How did I come to peace in such a short period of time when I had been ruminating on this subject for several weeks; maybe months. The simple answer is prayer. Faith. Belief. But I wasn't a true believer and I didn't have complete faith, yet some kind of peace came over me when least expected.

My wife keeps telling me that I must quit worrying about the future so much. That if I believe good things will happen, then they will happen. And when bad things happen to me, I tend to take them too personally. I tend to take on the role of the victim and feel sorry for myself. But, as I met with my mens group and we discussed among us the results of our prayers to the Holy Ghost, I began to mull my attitude. I began to see quite clearly that I needed to be positive and have faith in the future. Have belief that I will find that which I want. And a very positive wave of faith came over me. So let's wait and see what happens.

I know God doesn't answer every prayer the way we want. I know God doesn't work on the timeline we set out for ourselves. So patience is the key; faith the linchpin that holds our lives together. It may not be a faith in God. But still it's faith. So whether you believe in God or not, you must have faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your family, faith in your friends. While any of them might let you down, don't take it personally. And when you are weak, just as you need to forgive others, you must forgive yourself. We all are weak. We all have our failures. But believe in your friends and family and believe in yourself. And believe in your faith. Have faith. Then see how your life turns around. If prayer helps you or positive thinking helps you. Report in here. Our radios are tuned in.

Grace

Grace. What a beautiful word. Even Princess Grace, as beautiful and wonderful as she was, cannot fulfill the vision of this word. In religion it signifies the undeserved Grace of God, Who forgives us of our sins, regardless of how deserving, or not, we are to receive that forgiveness. But we have to ask and ask with true remorse and true regret in our hearts.

Grace, however, has a more tangible meaning to me. It is a word that sums up all that is good, or can be good, in a human being. It is the person who always makes you feel better about yourself. A Norman Vincent Peale in the flesh kind of person. It is that person, who regardless of their challenges in life, always put themselves second (or third, as the case may be) and who always looks out for the needs and wants and desires of others. Grace describes that person who is so beautiful on the inside that you never even consider whether she is beautiful on the outside because outer beauty is insignificant compared to inner beauty. And my friends will tell you, in my case, that must be one wonderful woman.

Grace is that state of being where one possesses no negative thoughts; no criticism of others, no racial prejudice, no sense of being a victim, no feelings of weakness, trouble or dis-harmony. Grace is a special place in the heart. It is a place, where regardless of creed, regardless of looks, regardless of religion, regardless of any external influence, one accepts you for what you are and makes you feel welcome, treasured, important and significant in their life and in the lives of others. It is a gift many of us wish we had, and of which few share, a gift which exemplifies that true sense of grace, of undeserved non-judgmental love and respect.

So what does it mean to you?

We don't stop playing...

Some quotes I like.

We don't stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing. - George Bernard Shaw

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So, throw off the bowlines> Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. - Mark Twain

Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching. - Satchel Paige

Success is a journey, not a destination. - Ben Sweetland

Feel the fear and do it anyway. - Susan Jeffers

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is. - Albert Einstein

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. - Helen Keller

We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give. - Winston Churchhill

Be the change you want to see in the world. - Mahatma Gandhi

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. - Confuscious

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off of your goal. - Henry Ford

Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happiness is a choice. - Barry Neil Kaufman

They can because they think they can. - Virgil

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. - Sydney Harris

Many of lifes failures are people who who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. - Thomas Edison

Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they will never cease to be amused.

A pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty. - Sir Winston Churchhill

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. - e. e. cummings

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. - Maya Angelou

Treat people as if they are what they ought to be, and you will help them become what they are capable of becoming. - Goethe

The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires. - William Ward

How we spend our days is of course how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference. - Churchhill

We judge ourselves by what we feel we are capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire. - William Yeats

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm. and adventures. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes wide open. - Jawaharlal Nehru

Silver Linings

Sometimes the world seems to be a dark, dim place. It's those dark moments that highlight the beauty of our lives. When something does not go the way we hope or plan it might go, while disappointed, we must look for the positive that surely will follow. So if your world seems a bit dim, if dark clouds seem to be dominating your life, know that something grand will come of your troubles, something unexpected. And suddenly you will understand the blessings you've been given.

I'm still unemployed. That bums me out. But I believe that something better than I had will come along. It may take longer than I want. It may be different than I imagine, but I believe it will come. Positive thinking is the only way to make it happen.

We recently had a contract for the sale of our house. The purchasers backed out. I have no idea why. At first I was extremely angry. Their inconsiderate and apparently ill thought out offer, resulted in our house being taken off the market for a week. We had two other people actively interested and one actively bidding to buy the house. We had three people interested in seeing the property at that time. All prospects have moved on to other properties. So I could sit here and be bitter and angry, but those negative thoughts and emotions won't get my house sold. So its time I let go of my anger and focus on the positive opportunity to get a higher offer for our house. Or, perhaps, it isn't out destiny to sell our house right now. We can live with that. Perhaps keeping our house will be the best thing that can happen to us. One never knows. But positive thinking will lead us in the best direction possible.

So if you are feeling down, do something positive to help yourself feel better. Do something to help someone else. Find an uplifting book to read. Get some serious exercise. Try yoga. Be active and seek others who are positive influences in your life and talk about it with them. Don't be afraid to admit you are depressed. That's often the first step in dealing with the solution. Talk about it and if it's affecting your life in a negative way, get professional help. It's an illness and treatment makes it better.

Personally, a good dose of Sun and Sand and Ocean and Children, are remarkable in improving my mood. We've enjoyed seeing Leslie and our other two children join Kim and I tomorrow for four days. It will be the first time in many years that we have all been together for a vacation in Florida. We can't wait to get together with their Grandpa Shaw and Jennifer to enjoy a visit before those two snowbirds fly back to Ohio. So as I sit on the deck and see the sun and the ocean, my mood brightens. The grandeur of the seascape makes the darkness in my life recede. And as it does, I appreciate all the more the glorious beauty that has been created for my enjoyment. Keep smiling! It's infectious.

Kindness of Strangers

I have on my desk a check. I knew it was worthless when I accepted it. Had I had a moment to contemplate my reaction to the presentation of the check, I would have told the lady to put it back in her purse as I did not want to be paid back. I would have urged her to pay my small act of kindness forward. I never intended to cash the check anyway.


She was stopped on one of the busier ramps in Cincinnati off I-71, less than a mile from our home. Her car sat off to the side, with the hood up. She looked frazzled and a bit bedraggled as she waved me over. I dutifully pulled over, ready to commit an act of kindness. She tells me her story. Her car has died and she has called a tow truck and she needs an additional $28.00 to pay for the tow. So I give her $30.00. She asks me to wait a moment. After briefly entering her car, she emerges and returns to my car, thrusting a check through the window. She tells me she has added $5.00 since I was so nice to her and she wants to pay me back. I thank her and tell her I don't want her check, but she insists. So I drive off.


I must confess that had she not given me a check, I'd have driven home and not thought about it any more. But that act made me suspicious of her. So I turned around after driving a few blocks and drove back past the exit ramp. Her car was still there and she was in her car. So I felt like maybe she was telling me the truth. And maybe she was. But the next day, when I went to the bank, I cashed several checks and asked the teller to check to see if her check was good. "No," I was told, "the account is open, but it has been dormant and empty for so long that the sytems is going to close it after the next statement is run. Apparently, she noted, the account address is not accurate as her statements are being returned.


I refuse to believe she was a bad woman. I envisioned her with young children she needed to feed or clothe. So I actually feel badly that I did not insist that she keep the check. How much sleep did she lose, thinking I might report her to the police for giving me a check she knew was not good. I wish so badly that I could have saved her that worry. Then, my kindness might have felt good and whole.


I'm intrigued by the Starbucks "pay it forward" phenomenon. Apparently, every so often, someone in line pays for the coffee of the person behind them. That act then gets passed backward for long periods of time. Who starts these things...and who ends them?


One of John Maxwell's main principles is that giving to others makes you a better person. It's not magic. It's simple. Such activity makes you feel better about yourself. When you feel better about yourself, you treat others better and they treat you better. And the cycle continues. My theory on doing good and its' influence on the world is best illustrated by the rings created by dropping something into water. The ring of waves spreads quickly from the center. Depending on the size of the object, the waves are bigger or smaller and last longer or fade more quickly. But the illustration is lacking. Sometimes, a person who is touched by the wave of kindness is moved to toss a larger gift into the pool of good deeds. And this sets off a larger wave. So I envision, instead, a sort of Rube Goldberg device that is triggered by a wave of kindness and which somehow triggers new waves which repeat the process endlessly. Positive Waves are a perpetual motion machine.


When have you experienced the kindness of a stranger or shown kindness that may have made a difference in someone's life? Have you heard any stories of small acts of kindness that pay large dividends? Does an unexpected smile make a difference in your day? Can you make a difference in someone's day?

Report back next week. Take the challenge. Do something kind for someone and see if it triggers a smile, a sense of good will, a new good deed. It may take longer to see the results. But I believe, regardless of whether you see the results, that goodness breeds goodness. A smile breeds more smiles. Send out a ring of good will this weekend.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rube_Goldberg

Scents

Spring blossoms with hope and promise. Summer is approaching, the threat of snow is all but gone (at least in Southern Ohio), and the hopes of a New Year that were delivered in January begin to brighten.


And so it is as I skip and hop through spring. And I give thanks for the power of scents.


I pass a flowering bush and a scent hits me with a rush of memories that have long faded, but lie behind a mysterious veil that shrouds my memory banks. That smell of a particular flowering bush instantly propels me back to my days at the College of Wooster, as these bushes grew just outside my door in the Freshman dorm and elsewhere across the campus. Suddenly, I am 21, full of life and energy and seething in raw hormones that create an interesting persona of invincibility, drive and craziness. The power of scent is undeniable.

Too, there are a couple of perfumes that instantly provoke an emotional longing, a sense of lost promise, lost love and a rush of faded photos which I cannot quite make out as they flash through my head. I'm not sure who I associate with which scent, but clearly someone I dated, someone to whom I had a strong emotional attachment once wore that fragrance. Unfortunately, as the fragrance has gotten more and more dated, I have this experience less often. But I love that raw emotional reaction to a simple smell. That longing I've almost forgotten.


The smell of the ocean gives rise to such a complex of reactions it is impossible to sort them all out. My wife and kids and I have vacationed on the ocean for many years. Sometimes as a family on an adventure to Nantucket, or driving through Maine and experiencing such wonders as fairy houses set amidst a deeply wooded island path, a fantasy my children will never forget. Or other trips with best friends, with young children and, later, with teens, who loved the ocean; the wonders of a walk on a beach at night with flashlights, catching crabs, experiencing the sudden jolt of a crab leg striking one's leg in the mysterious inky black of the ocean, finding oneself amidst a veritable school of rays as they forage for food in the shallows by the shore, afraid to move lest a sting might result or a ray might be injured.

Many vacations as a child rush through my head as we explored Florida before it became so overbuilt and crowded. A small cottage on Crystal River, with a spring at the end of the dock, spewing water so clear you could see into the blackness of the hole, 10 feet below the surface, as if it existed at the bottom of your bathtub. I can recall diving down to the hole, feeling the cold rush of water as it emerged, fearful of going into that black darkness, not knowing what might lurk within. Watching from the dock as "Sea Cows," as we called them back then (Manatees), lazily swam past, truly looking like graceful cows floating through the depths of the clear, cool river waters. And I swear to goodness, we always wore flip flops and for some reason at that house or in that place, I always stubbed my big toe. I think I must have done that 15 times in my life and I can't remember my children ever stubbing their toe like that. It would lay open a flap of skin across the width of the big toe and hurt like heck the whole vacation. It seemed to happen every year.


Weeki Watchi, Cyprus Gardens, Parrot Jungle, all left enduring memories from my childhood, as we visited the unusual, the exciting and the natural habitats of Florida and the odd commercial attractions that often grew out of the beauty of nature.


And then the fateful trip as a high school graduate with my best friend, Marc Haugen. My Dad told me I couldn't go. I went anyway. We drove to Myrtle Beach at high speed. Testing the limits of his parent's car, listening to 8 Track tapes of the Temptations, Santana, Leonard Skynard, Clapton, Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendricks.


Marc was a lady's man at a very young age. I was a nerd. I'd worn braces all four years of high school. I got them off days before we left for Myrtle Beach! I wish I had access to my senior picture to prove just how nerdy I was. But I hung with the cool guys and I was a little bit of a charming nerd, so I had potential.

We soon met a group of southern girls from Winston Salem, NC. They were the nicest, most beautiful girls I had ever met. Their accents flowed like honey. Lightly tanned, blonde and perfect, they seemed. The week was looking full of promise. Marc quickly became known as "Lance Romance" but one of the girls must have liked his style because they quickly hooked up. We drank "Green Goddamn" and "Purple Passion" and wished like heck we hadn't the next day.


The second day, as I was starting to lay a foundation of hope with one of the girls, Marc and I went to the beach and joined some of the boys from Winston Salem in a game of touch football. At that time in my life, I thought I had the best hands in the world. If I could touch it, I would catch it. I went out for a long pass across the middle. The ball went up in a long, high arch. I took my bead on the ball, changed my angle and knew that nothing would keep me from catching that damn ball. Nothing. But I hadn't calculated in one possibility. That a defender from the opposite side of the field would take the same bead on the same ball at the same speed and leap to catch that ball at the same time, with ball, me and defender all reaching the same point in space in the same moment. In that moment, I experienced a painful reminder of many lessons I had just learned that past year in physics. Mostly that a body in motion tends to stay in motion unless another force acts upon it. Our two bodies acted upon each other in a gruesome, show of force.


I guess he must have outjumped me because my front teeth struck his lower jaw, right at the left side of his face. They sliced his lip, through and through to the bottom of his chin. I don't know how many stitches he required. I don't think he remained for the rest of the week. I got the worst of it though. My perfectly matched, perfectly spaced teeth, resulting from those four years of wearing braces had been re-arranged. My right two incisors were now facing backward, pointing at my epiglottis. The rest of my mouth was numb from the impact. One of my new found friends came up and said, "Let me see your teeth." At that moment I felt fine, but knew I was bleeding. When I showed him, he turned away in disgust and fear. The look on his face told me more than I wanted to know. It was bad.


First we drove to the hospital. The funniest person I have ever met rode with us. I have no idea what his name was. If he didn't become a famous comedian, there is no justice in this world. We laughed our asses off as we drove over there, in spite of my condition. After we waited the obligatory hour, the hospital sent us to an emergency dentist. He took me in, did x-rays and came back with the bad news. I had broken five upper teeth, the two right incisors, were completely broken through (duh!) and the upper bone out of which they grew was broken in three places. He wanted to pull the two lopsided teeth (and give them to me as souvenirs, I guess). So I did the first intelligent thing I had done in 18 years. I asked, "Is there any chance that I could keep those teeth and not need them pulled out?" When he said there was a chance, I quickly told him, "Then you ain't pulling them out." They are still in my head. But on the trip back home, my comedic friend did an hilarious impression of the dentist as an evil bad guy who wished to steal my teeth and collect a big fee from a stupid 18 year old. It was like Boris Karloff was in the car with us.


I left his office with all my teeth. He had pushed the two broken teeth into the best position he could manage and then wired everything together and applied some kind of material that hardened into "tooth cast." My love life was doomed. All those visions of soft kisses, pleasant hugs and who knew what else, were left in the bloody sand of Myrtle Beach.


All these memories are triggered by the scent of the ocean air, plus quite a few more of which I should not speak; mostly those that spring from college forays to the beaches of Daytona, FL.


So share with us the scents that trigger your memories and some of the experiences you might have had as a child or as an adult. Or how scents may trigger something inside of you.


Steve

Kelly's Heros

This 1970 film was one of my earliest introductions to the concept of Positive Waves. Oddball, played by Donald Sutherland, was a consummate hippy turned tank commander. He constantly talked about the need for positive waves and tried to keep everyone focused on having a postive mindset. Two examples:

Oddball: Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
Moriarty: Crap!

and then

Oddball : Crazy! I mean like so many positive waves maybe we can't lose! You're on!

He knew "The Secret."

So I try to keep focused on the positive, envision the best outcome and believe that it will come to pass. And while one never gets everything one wants, I have been blessed with several great jobs, many wonderful friends and family; a great life in general, and have every reason to believe it will continue.

But my search to ensure a happy 25 years going forward continues. There will be detours, there have been detours. But my initial plan is to give more to others. I think one can get more joy, more reward and greater happiness by focusing on the happiness of others, by givine more than one receives and turning our inward focus to an outward reach. This will require a lot of work on my part. For I am very self centered. But I know it is a big step I need to take to attain true happiness when I am 75.

What are the smallest things that you are most thankful for in your life?

Now, in answering this question, you must eliminate the obvious. Of course you are thankful for your parents, children, spouse, job (Kim especially), pet, and health, but think of the not so obvious. Think of the little things in your life that bring you great joy. Think of something that seems minor, but has great significance in your life, something that brings you joy every time you encounter or experience it.

I want you to reflect on your good fortune and find the things in your life that have beauty, joy, goodness, make you feel good, lift your spirits, etc.

Go for it. And maybe, today, you will bring inspiration to someone else in the world.

Steve

My Plan

Twice a week I plan to ask my friends and family to post responses or lists that will provide examples of positive thinking, illustrate the wonders of life and demonstrate an understanding of all that is good on earth.

No negative words are allowed. ONLY postive words and positive thoughts.

Recently, I've allowed too much negativity in my life. And as I lay awake last night, I came up with this concept. So I hope you will participate and it would be my wish that each of us can inspire others or, when we need it, draw inspiration from others.

Look for the first Question/List tomorrow!

Have a great week!

Steve