I didn’t. And, you shouldn’t.
I had been back and forth from Minneapolis to Philadelphia 3 or 4 times and every time I was told this could be the last time I would see my Dad. But this time was different. Something told me it would in fact be the last time I saw him. The night and morning before I left were the hardest hours of my life up to that point. And the question I asked myself was “What was I going to say to him?”. Continue reading “URGENT! Got something to say?”
“There is not enough time in the day”. We have all heard that statement and my guess is you have actually said it yourself. But what if I told you that I think there is enough time in the day…plenty of time to feel fulfilled and have an impact on people and business. Continue reading “Crazy Busy? Create T.I.M.E.”
By giving someone else a gift.
On the heels of my last post asking for change I offer this up…
I was recently in Safeway (Grocery Store) checking out early on a Sunday morning. There was a Safeway employee behind me in line. She looked like she worked in the bakery or deli given her hat and apron. I smiled and said hello. She put a diet coke up on the belt behind my big pile of groceries. I grabbed her coke, she looked at me like I was nuts, and asked the cashier to scan it and add it to my bill. I turned to the worker, handed her the diet coke, and said, “I thought I’d save you a few minutes and a buck or two…have a wonderful rest of your day”. That crazy look turned into one of gratitude…almost stunned. I left the store with an extra skip in my step. Continue reading “Give Yourself a Gift Today”
…My Mom!
Sorry to all you Superman fans but in my mind true heroes don’t wear red capes. True heroes to me are the people in our lives that have dealt with and overcome all that life throws at us and still manage to love deeply, care compassionately, act selflessly, and attempt to do good in this world. They accept their pain and failures and still push forward with the right intent. They, just like Superman, “save the day” in small and big ways…for individuals and for groups of people. Continue reading “It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s….”
I pierced my tongue. I was 26 years old, lost, devastated, feeling empty and hopeless. I had lost my best friend and father to cancer and in the same year connected with my biological mother for the fist time who informed me that I was conceived by a gang rape…three black men had raped her…a white, Irish woman. I left my full time job as a leader of a non profit in Minneapolis and was now a bartender back in Baltimore. I thought that when my Dad told me to “Stay True” to myself that it meant “be free”, don’t care what others think of you….and piercing my tongue was evidence that I understood what he was telling me. I clearly had not understood the depth of what my Dad talked to me about. I did and always do care what others think of me and so do you. The first few years of this now 17 year journey were rough…real rough.
Continue reading “Many requests…Many fears…17 years. It’s time.”