Maybe It's Time We Appreciated Winning Unconventionally

I grew up a Florida Gators fan.  I am from Georgia, lived in Georgia for 18 years of my life, but I was and am a Florida Gators fan.  When I was growing up, it was a great time to be a Florida Gators fan.  Steve Spurrier (a Florida great as a player in his own right) was the coach and every year you knew he was going to put a great team on the field.  Gator fans weren't happy with a bowl game possibility, we wanted the SEC championship and possibly the National Championship. 

We got this in 1996 with a guy named Danny Wuerffel playing quarterback.  In 1996 I was thirteen years old, and there was nothing I loved more at that time than football, and in football there was nothing I loved more than Florida Gator football (example:  My entire room was blue and orange and EVERYTHING was Florida Gator, including a five foot inflatable gator wearing a #7 jersey I had hanging above my bed.)  Danny Wuerffel was my hero.  He was a true Gator, he was from Florida, he threw the fade route to the back of end zone like nobody I had seen before, he won, and was just an all around good guy.  I wanted to be like Danny Wuerffel. 

If you follow college football and the career of Danny Wuerffel you know that despite his greatness in college as a quarterback (i.e. National Championship, Heisman Trophy, Quarterback of the Year, etc.) he just didn't make it as an NFL quarterback.  He was drafted by the Saints, played a few years there, went to Green Bay, Chicago, and eventually back to the "Ol Ball Coach" where they both ended their NFL careers in Washington.  Danny didn't win as an NFL quarterback.  I don't know why, I am not a quarterback coach or expert, but he just did not translate the greatness he had in college to the NFL.  Maybe it was because he was unconventional.  While he could throw the fade route very well.  He wasn't your prototypical Peyton Manning style passer, but as a Gator Fan we really didn't mind.  Danny had given us a National Championship and would always be a winner in our eyes.

Then Danny retired and became a true "winner" in my book.  He left the NFL, every college football player's dream, and went on to do what I think was his true calling in life, work for Desire Street Ministries http://www.desirestreet.org/.  Here is a link to their website and you can check out all the great accomplishments this organization has done and is still doing.  What I want to get across here is, Danny Wuerffel did not win conventionally in the NFL, but he was not a failure.  He went on to win as some might say unconventionally in a world that has far less glitz and glamor than the NFL world, but just as much if not more importance to our society the Non-Profit world.  Winning unconventionally is not always pretty or deemed successful by society or media, but that does not erase it's effectiveness.

Last night I left my day job as a TPA to go volunteer with several young men at a catering job they were working.  It was where I needed to be.  I had great parents, teachers, coaches, and church members who mentored me as a young man and taught me how to be successful in life.  I feel that it is my obligation as well as a gift I have been given to return the favor and share my knowledge with other young men who face difficult situations.  In doing this though I missed watching the Denver/New York Jets football game.  Now most people would probably wonder why a guy from Georgia who lives in Texas would care at all about that football game...well usually I wouldn't, but there is one guy playing for Denver that as a Gator fan makes me care.  He goes by the name of Tebow.

He is quite the polarizing figure right now.  People either love him or hate him.  There really is no in between.  As a Gator fan I love him, I love him because of what he meant to that University, it's football program and the way he played the game.  He played at Florida with a certain passion that I hadn't seen in many years from a man of that age.  Now I will be the first to admit I am biased, and this blog is being written from the point of view of a Tebow fan.  If you hate him, that is your opinion and you are certainly entitled to it.  He is a human and we all make mistakes and aren't perfect, but I am going to talk about some of the good things he has done and does (disclosure given). 

Last night as I drove to the catering event I talked with my father on the phone about the Denver game and Tebow.  This is common for us.  My dad and I can always talk sports, it's always been our thing and I love it.  He is the reason I am such a big Gator fan, but more importantly why I choose to make the decision to go to a catering event rather than stay at home and watch a former Gator great.  My dad taught me to win unconventionally.  That will be an entirely separate blog one day, and may take several blogs to detail the great lessons that man taught me and the respect I have for him, but back to my story.  As we were discussing the upcoming game and the in and outs of Tebow and Denver's offense we both commented on the unconventionality of how it worked.  No expert can explain it.  It is the talk of all the sports radio and television programs and feeds sports media these days.  The final point my dad and I shared before I got off the phone with each other and I went in to work the catering event was, in the end it really didn't matter.  If Tebow won on the field great, it's unconventional, but a win is a win.  If he didn't win on the field no big deal, he was a Gator great and in the long run we know where Tebow's heart truly is and that is missions (my dad and I both share this passion).  Tebow we agreed was a winner and is fulfilling his purpose now and later.

I got out of the car and went and worked the catering job with the young men I volunteer with.  Now because these guys are juveniles and I respect them and their privacy I won't go into any detail of their background, but lets just say they don't come from the North Dallas private school world.  Life for them has been and will continue to be tough.  Some of it is their fault, some of it isn't, but they have to take what they have been given and go out and win in life.  This is the one big goal I try to teach in my mentoring and business classes.  Life doesn't make things always easy for you, but that is no excuse to quit or give up.  You find a way to make do with what you got. 

As the catering job ended and the night wound down I found myself taking home several of the young men after the job, and we discussed things that were going on in their life and music (this is where my love of rap really comes in handy) and basically just them interacting with each other.  Now this may not seem like a big deal to most, but if you understand the background of the three young men and how they came to know each other, and now working paying jobs and interacting in a normal manner, it's pretty amazing.  Just looking back at the comments made by the people who attended last nights event, I couldn't help but stop and think these guys are slowly winning unconventionally.

As I dropped off the last of the young men my younger brother called me.  I answered the phone and all I heard was "TEBOW! TEBOW!"...I immediately knew what he was calling about.  I had forgotten about the Denver game, and he was calling surely to tell me Denver had won.  In his excited fashion he recapped for me the the final 95 yard drive that Tebow led and ended with him running the ball in for the winning touchdown.  I was instantly brought back to the excitement of all those Florida football games when Tebow would just take over and win.  As I talked briefly with my younger brother about the win, and then got off the phone so that I could finish up my conversation on work with the young man I was dropping off, myself and the young man both briefly mentioned Tebow is the "truth" as the guy put it.

I'll wrap this all up and come to a point here, winning unconventionally in life is often not appreciated, but many times absolutely necessary.  In my own life I gave up the opportunity to watch a football game and see a win on television to spend time teaching guys how to win in life.  In the young men I volunteer with they are beating the odds and learning how to win in a society that often times rules them out before they are even born.  In the case of my two former Florida Gators, winning to them on the field was and is great, but they both realize the ultimate win in life is not going to be on a field scoreboard, but what they accomplish off the field.  The media, society, people around us may not get it because we are so used to understanding winning as being this certain concept that is easily measured in stats and numbers, but in real life winning isn't always pretty and can't always be represented by stats and numbers, but when it happens it happens, even if it's unconventional.

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Help!

Funny how you wake up some days and there is a certain topic on your brain.  Sometimes it's because you watched or read something before you went to sleep, others it's because you have a difficult situation you are struggling with, and occasionally it is something that just pops in there and you have no idea where it came from.  This morning I woke up with a topic in my head, and as the morning has gone forward it is amazing the illustrations that just keep driving this point home.

Before I went to bed last night I read one of my guilty pleasures, G.Q. magazine.  (Go ahead, make all the little snide marks you want about the magazine and the type of people who read it.  I'll take your manhood challenge any day :) haha)  I like the magazine because, of all the "Men's Interest" magazines that are on shelves right now it actually does a decent job of covering fashion, politics, and "men's interest".  It does still have half of the magazine filled with adds, but for the most part it has decent content.  This month on the cover were Lil Wayne, Eminem and Keith Richards.  I am a huge Lil Wayne and Eminem fan, indifferent to Keith Richards, but I had to have the magazine.  It had two of my favorites on the cover and I wanted to read the articles (no lie, crazy huh?).  As I am laying in bed last night letting my doctor prescribed combination of anxiety medicines kick in, and I have my amazing, Beats by Dr. Dre, headphones on (product placement, notice that), I read the two articles about Lil Wayne and Eminem. 

I don't know what your music tastes are, and honestly it isn't important to this article.  The artists are names that people recognize currently, but their story is the same that has been told by musicians for years.  I am just using them to get my point across and since I write the blog I get to pick the illustrations, right? 

The first article I read was about Eminem, it was short to the point, but informative.  It explained his battle with addiction, one he says he fights everyday.  His rise to the top of the rap game, his fall back down, and then his climb to the top again.  The underlying tone of the article was that he knew he had great talent, but talent alone did not make him a success.  His success came from trial and error, a desire not to fail and a talent he was given to use words to express his feelings.  The article ended with him talking about coming to grips with his addiction that, while used as a coping mechanism to handle the fame he was achieving also destroyed his career, he eventually had to trust in his talent and what got him to the point of success to begin with.  Good article.  Point taken by me, hard work pays off, never quit trying, and don't do drugs.

Lil Wayne was up next.  This article started off different than the Eminem article.  If you read enough you can tell the difference between a male and a female writing about the rap industry and for specifically for a "men's interest" magazine.  I felt the tone at first, but didn't realize my theory was true till I got to the end and it gave the author's name and background (no this is not sexist, just an observation).  The article was still good.  It covered much of the same things the Eminem article did...Wayne's rise to fame at a young age with the group "Hot Boys" his continued success through the release of his many album's and mixed tapes, and then his fall, with the most recent being him spending eight months in prison on a weapons charge.  It discussed his drug use and whether or not he was "clean" from Syrup (combination of Codeine cough syrup and Sprite, just in case you don't know the term) and Marijuana.  His statements in response were to the effect, he hasn't used Syrup since 2009, but still talks about it to pay homage to the culture he came from (back story, Syrup is something that originated out of the Houston rap scene and the late D.J. Screw who O.D. on the stuff.  Lil Wayne being out of New Orleans and the closeness of Houston and New Orleans music worlds feels by throwing out references to the drug, he pays "respect" to his roots)  I'll let you make sense of that one, it isn't relevant to my topic, but wanted to give the tie in in case you were interested in doing your own research later.  His comment on Marijuana was, "I can't wait to be off probation".  I'll also let you make your own call about what that one means.  Back to the reason of including this long narrative.  Lil Wayne reached success, lost it, and then hit it again, despite his MANY self induced issues.  He put in work, but he had something that others just don't have, and that is a specific talent, and he has to trust in his talent when he performs. 

This morning I check my Gmail account like I always do and there is a blog I subscribe to with the title "The Most Dangerous Belief In America".  I sometimes read this blog I sometimes don't.  It is written by a former pastor of mine here in Dallas and his stuff is always good, it's just I don't always take the time to read what he writes (crazy admission coming from another blogger right? haha)  The title of his piece grabbed my attention because this guy is not some right-wing extreme conservative.  If he was I wouldn't subscribe to his blog, ha.  So for him to call something "The Most Dangerous Belief In America" I wanted to see what he was talking about.  Marketing people...even preacher's know how to do it!  So I open the blog and read, and what he is writing about was a statement made by President Obama yesterday in which Obama said " I trust in God, but God wants to see us help ourselves by putting people back to work."  This statement was made in response to the House of Representatives reaffirming the official United States motto as "In God We Trust".  Obama's quote was further clarified by White House Press Secretary Jay Carney saying, "I believe that phrase in the Bible is 'the Lord helps those who help themselves.'"

This was where Jim Denison took his stance, and honestly until he explained it, I had never thought about what he wrote in the way he wrote it.  I'll give you the basics here, and then provide a link to the blog so you can read the whole thing for yourself if you choose.  The statement "The Lord helps those who help themselves" is not in the Bible.  Honestly I wouldn't have known one way or another if it was, but I had heard people say it before.  Denison said that the fact we as a country believe it is, and have taken it on as a mantra for our recovering society is why he calls this ideology the most Dangerous Belief in America.  His point was this thought process creates a society who, and I quote "We baptize our self-reliance in the belief that the more we do, the more God will bless us."  This in his words takes God out of the equation and puts all the possibility of success on our own shoulders.  A pretty interesting theory for a country that just voted to maintain our national motto as "In God We Trust".  Is it really God we trust, or ourselves? 

Denison's Blog: http://us1.campaign-archive1.com/?u=5369bb601ac44bfdda928110b&id=08a1e57534&e=428cc3bd14

Finally I end with this and will tie up all this massive randomness into a point.  I wake up with the topic of "Help" on my mind, partly because I read two articles last night about guys who achieved success, lost it because of their own self destructive devices, and then managed to regain it.  I click on my email and find a blog that talks about "In God We Trust" as a country, but warns against the dangers of not trusting God, but trusting in ourselves. 

I will be the first to admit I struggle with trust.  I am not good at it.  I am not confident in it.  I want fact, not faith.  In my thoughts though it seems to me there is something greater here then just "what can I do myself?"  I am not saying do not work hard, or put out effort.  Please do not take that from this blog.  Nothing happens from just sitting and scratching, but if we as a country need help, and I believe we do. We must find something or someone to place our Trust in, because left to our own self devices we will never defeat the pattern of self destruction, that is civilization history 101.  As my brother Sammy B likes to ask so many questions, I pose one for you today:  What do you Trust in, and is it greater than just yourself? 

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Daddy's Little Girl (Warning: Video is not for kids!, but isn't that what a Daddy should decide?)

So Sammy B, my brother who writes "The Chase" throws down "Yo Momma!" last night and it sets my mind to thinking.  If you haven't noticed yet these blogs are actually the public forum version of debates that the two of us have been having for years.  Most people think that when two guys get together all they talk about is women, cars, and sports...true those things have been discussed, but I would dare say that most people would be surprised at the depth a "REAL" conversation can have when two brothers feel passionately about a subject.

Last night Sam talked about one of his passion's, his mother.  Now I am going to go off subject for a minute and give a you a little background (besides most of you are still recovering from the J Cole Video "Daddy's Little Girl").  Momma Blakemore I have never met in person.  I have known Sam since I was 18, we have been as close as brother's since that time, but I have never met his mother.  Not a real reason, it just has never worked out for us to meet, but while I have never met Momma Blakemore I consider her a second mother to me.  I know what that woman sacrificed for her son, and I know what kind of woman she is because of the young man she raised.  I also know the true deep love that her son has for her.  We are not talking about "hey momma, i'll miss you when your gone type love".  We are talking self sacrificing, do anything in the world for her love for his mother.  That being said when Sam writes a blog about "Yo Momma" and the reality of what his mother means to him...take it from his brother there is no more serious or important topic in his life than his mother.

Now on to my the follow up of "Yo Momma" and the reason for including "Daddy's Little Girl".  By now you know by day, I sit at a desk and do a little Tax Work, and by night I like to ride around in "Bullet" (name given to my car) and pretend I am some type of doer of good deeds.  Do I do it for the recognition?  Do I do it for the adrenaline rush?  Do I do it because I feel lonely sometimes?  I'd be lying if I said occasionally those things don't pop into my head, I'm human, but that is not why I do it.  I have two reasons and I will give them both to you.

1.  Young men today need positive "REAL" role models.  Yesterday I hit on society and what I see in terms of a challenge that our culture is facing.  The growing number of juvenile men who have no clear leadership or guidance in their life.  No one to teach them to be a Man.

Sam hit on it last night, for the majority of America (or the people he and I spend time with) Mother's Day is a very significant holiday...Father's Day, well that would be a very profitable time for Hallmark if children sent out cards to all the men who "might be their father".  The hard part of even accomplishing that would be most of those children couldn't find an actual location to send the card to if they knew the guys name. (It's not a joke people if it's true).

Back to my reason of why I do what I do.  I don't have blood children of my own, maybe one day I will, maybe I won't.  It isn't on my list right now.  I do have children though.  I have young men throughout the city of Dallas that I consider to be influenced by the decisions and actions that I take.  To me that is the definition of a father.  Did I help create these guys? No.  Did I consult their mother and say, hey how about having a family? No.  Do I spend time with them and try to show them what a real man looks like?  Yes.  Do I do it with any ulterior motive other than wanting what is is best for them?  No.

This brings me to point number two of why I spend my free time doing what I do.

2.  A girl with no strong father figure in her life is going to have the hardest path that anyone in our country today can face.

Before you start yelling and disagreeing let me explain what I mean.  I have several things to tie together.  1.  It takes a man and a woman to conceive, but a man can leave a few minutes after and never be seen or heard from again.  The woman whether she chooses, motherhood, adoption, or abortion has decisions to make that last a life time.  2.  This is the reason Mother's Day is such an important holiday for most young men.  Daddy may have dipped, but Momma, she stuck around (doesn't matter the reason).  3.  Young men who are raised solely by women with no strong male figure in their life perpetuate a circle of ugliness that breeds the creation of unplanned children and the abandonment of the child's mother.  (This is not a fact I pulled somewhere, this is opinion and observation, you can agree or disagree with me on this statement.  It is why God gave us a brain.)

The video above talk's about "Daddy's Little Girl" in a way that contrast America's view of the perfect daddy's girl 

Versus the other image of "Daddy's Little Girl" gone wrong

 

 

Add ten years to this face, lengthen the hair, dangle a cigarette out of her mouth, and see her getting into a beat up old car after a long night at the strip club to go home and take care of 4 children all under the age of 10.  You get the picture?

I have given two extreme options here.  Most people fall somewhere in the middle, but I gave extreme options to prove a point.  Young men need father's and at the minimum strong male role models.  Not just so they can become successful citizens of our country, but because they are responsible for the future of this country both male and female.  

Young men produce children, whether you are a firm believer in teaching safe sex, or that abstinence is the only way.  The reality is our kids are having kids and most men are not there to raise them.  When there is no father in the home it creates two unfortunate cycles.  You have a son raised by a mother who is struggling and doing her best to support her family, but the son sees no example of how to be a father, or you have a daughter who is raised by the same mother and always seeking that male affection and love that is ingrained in her D.N.A.  I am not a psychologist, and I don't have a degree in this study, but I am a man and I know how to pick up women.  There is always a reason guys say "that girl has daddy issues, I bet I can sleep with her".  

Now what do we do about this problem?  I have laid out some deep stuff, probably some stuff that a lot of people don't agree with or see in a different light.  That's ok, it's a blog and I am not a journalist.  Here is my answer though.  Men step up!  This is coming from a man.  If you are a father take responsibility for your actions, don't make "Yo Momma" jokes be so important because nobody would know who "Their Daddy" is anyway.  If you aren't a father, mentor.  You don't have to save the world, you don't have to replace their daddy.  All you have to do is give them an example of a positive male figure. 

You may ask why I say to do this?  For the Bible readers, God called us to "love one another".  For the people who believe in Karma, what can it hurt?  For the people who only think with their time and money, I'm 28 and have a paying job and college education, but no children.  I work with guys who are 17, maybe a G.E.D. and looking for employment, and have more than one child.  You do the math...it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who is going to pay for those children at some point...

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Fair Play

My brother Sam who writes the wonderful blog "The Chase" wrote a piece entitled "Race".  In that piece a black man challenged black society on racism.  He pointed out that with the progress our wonderful country has made in just the past 50 years, equality is more realistic then ever before.  I stand and applaud him for that article.  I stand and applaud him for taking a realistic look at "what can I do to make my situation better".  I stand and applaud him for not using his "race" and his "gender" as an excuse.  The reality is he is right.  What can you do to make your situation better?  Here is is where his white brother throws society slightly under the bus and while patting America on the back, says brothers we have a long way still to come.

Yesterday morning I had the opportunity to help a young man get to a job.  This is a young man who I think very highly of, in fact, I'd go so far as to say I consider him like family to me. 

Here is the background on the situation.  He needed to be at work at 9:45 a.m., we talked the night before about making sure he was up on time, what combination of public transportation would get him to where he needed to be (visual picture here, under 18, no car, lives in South Dallas (across the Trinity, South Dallas) needs to be at work at a certain time in the morning. ) and being at the job site early so that he would "impress" his boss with his timeliness. 

After going through that scenario just so he knew the complexity of what was involved with being at work for the average person in his situation, I threw out option B:  I'll come pick you up and take you and we'll both be at work on time.  Option B, was what I knew a parent in most situations would try to do if they had a child who was doing their best to work.  Option B, was what I'd want someone to do for me if ever put in that circumstance.

Here's how it played out though (things never go as planned, lesson #1 in life).  I wake up early.  I am not a morning person, I'll be the first to admit it.  I hate waking up unless it is about noon.  I get up early though and start calling my friend...no answer.  I go ahead and get ready and call back again...no answer.  I call 6 or 7 more times in a row, just in case he is sleeping hard and can't hear the phone...no answer. 

Now I would love to say I was fresh as a spring morning and not frustrated by this situation at all, but then I'd just be lying.  I mean we had had the talk the night before about "responsibility" and here it is, all the progress I thought we made, not working out so great.  Needless to say I am up, ready for work and figure what the heck I have nothing else to do so I'll head on in to the office early.  I make it to the street right before I turn into the parking garage and my phone rings.  You can guess who it is.  Here is where I had a decision to make, and I think it plays into the blog "Race" that Sam wrote about.  I could either say, "tough luck you messed up and now you have to deal with the consequences" or "I could hang a U-Turn and bust my tail to South Dallas, and then spend the one on one time driving him to his job explaining why I did it."

In the "Race" Sam said and I quote

"So now black America must ask itself. Does racism still exist? 

If the answer to this question is yes.

Then my follow up question is, does racism impede your progress from achieving your goals and reaching your full potential?"

Here was my thought as I hit the U-Turn and headed to South Dallas to pick up my friend and take him to work.  Maybe racism does still exist, maybe racism doesn't exist.  I am a white male, therefore I cannot answer that question.

I can observe though?  I do have a brain and one I think is fairly intuitive.  My friend messed up.  He over slept, he missed the phone calls I made, he was completely in the wrong, but as soon as I picked up the phone he admitted every part of that to me.  He also said, "Thanks for answering my phone call, you don't need to come pick me up, I'll find someway to get there.  I just wanted to say thanks for trying."

Bullet Point:  Had racism impeded his progress from being at work on time?  Answer: NO  Had a society where a juvenile is completely responsible for making sure he makes the same decisions that most adults struggle to make failed him.  I say yes.  

Here is what I talked with him about as we drove to work.  We did not discuss race or him being black or me white.  What we talked about was look, you have a tougher deck of cards to play with than most, but you still have to make the best of the situation.  I'm willing to help you as much as I can, but in the end the ball is in your court.  You either own your choices and decisions or you don't, but in the end they are your's and no one else's.  If you continue to make bad ones, there will be only one person to blame for where you end up.

That was my discussion with him as we made it to his work site, my discussion with myself as I drove back to my work was something slightly different.  I don't think the main issue in today's society is whether racism impedes ones ability to achieve their goals.  The issue that our country faces currently no matter what color you are, is fair play. 

Now!!!! before everyone speaks at once let me elaborate on what I mean.  No need in you yelling at me before I explain myself.  You can yell after.  I grew up in rural Georgia, I went to public schools through high school and I went to a private college.  I have lived in the wealthiest areas of North Dallas, and spent a lot of time in the poorest communities of South Dallas.  Can I compare the two?  Not hardly. 

As an adult (and I used to the term loosely because I am 28 and have a lot to learn) I see the gaping divides that face a city (I'll use Dallas because that is currently where I am located) that falls under one name, but honestly is two worlds apart.  I would ride my bike down any street at night through Highland Park and not think twice.  I lock the doors of my car and look around beside me when I pull up to a stop light cruising down Grand Avenue from South Lamar to Robert B. Cullum.

Is this racism?  Is this because I am white? No.  It is because I realize that in our society we have managed to create a status quo that is expected for one group and not for others.  How do we change that status quo?  How do we make society a place where a 17 year old from Pleasant Grove is expected to be in school preparing to go to college at 9:00 a.m. just like a 17 year old from Highland Park would be doing?  How do we change the thought of "he's from South Dallas, of course he's taking public transportation to work at 17" to "Are you kidding me?  The child should not be working during that time of the day, the child should be learning, furthering his education"

I don't have the answers to these questions.  I wish I did, it would make my life and the lives of those I work with a lot easier.  In Sam's blog "Race" he ends with this:

"In the 21st century, who's the SLAVEMASTER? 

Is it a white man? Is it a black man? Or is it... the reflection of yourself in the mirror?"

 

 I ask the same question when it comes to setting the status quo for society.  Does the white man set it?  Does the black man set?  The adult or the child, or do YOU set it?

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Unknown

11:00 Sunday night...I can't sleep.  I have the headphones on, the Pandora station "Fink" playing and my mind is racing with ideas.  I once heard that Sunday nights are the hardest nights for people to go to sleep, being one who doesn't just like to hear things, but always wants to know for sure...I did a little research and apparently it is true.  Sunday night is the worst night on average for human beings to get a regular night's sleep.  Sunday night sleeping not being the point of my blog I won't bore you with the statistics, but if you're interested go to Google and type in "Sunday Night Sleep Problems" and you'll find all the studies you want to read. 

Why can't I go to sleep?  That is what my blog is about and the title Unknown plays into this, Disclaimer:  because of the things I am dealing with most of this blog is going to be talked about in "metaphor" or "point of view", but hopefully you will be able to make some kind of sense out of it when I am done.  If not maybe I will put both of us to sleep.  Either way I see it as a win/win. 

In life I feel that we spend a large part of it trying to figure out what we are supposed to do, what is our "calling" exactly.  Dependent upon your religious views you can say God is leading me to do this, or I feel that by doing this it will bring good Karma.  I try not to cover religious topics in these blogs because that's between you and your creator, but I do think it is safe to say we all question, "what is my purpose?"  I've questioned mine since I was a child.  I have a book from elementary school that lists what I wanted to do when I "grew" up...on one line it says "gold digger" (not Kanye West kind, but actually pick and shovel).  The very next line says "mayor".  Funny I look back at those two ideas and can completely explain why they were my choices, one gave me the chance to be outdoors and possibly find instant riches, the other seemed to give me power, power to make decisions and control people.  All things that little boys dream of, or at least I did. 

28 years later, a college degree and 6 years spent in the business world and I still spend my time thinking "what do I want to do when I grow up".  I know many of you are smiling saying, "aren't you grown up at 28?"  I vote no, ha.  Here is where I am going.  I have an idea of what I want to do, I have a passion for what I think I should be doing, but getting from point A to point B is not as simple as walking across the street.  It's not like when I was young and you were told, work hard, go to school, make good grades, go to a good college, and you will be successful.  Instead I look at what I want to do, I look at who I want to work with and I see a wall of road blocks.  Not bad, not good, just obstacles...better put, reality slaps you in the face and says the world isn't that easy.  I teach people I work with, patience, take the time, put in the effort and the rewards will pay off, but putting that into practice is about as hard as running a marathon with half training.  You might do it and finish, or you might start and get carried off in an ambulance.

Knowing these challenges as we get older causes stress, both good and bad.  I've written in earlier posts about stresses I have faced in my life and the obstacles I am still trying to overcome.  I guess I write tonight because I face stress.  Stress that keeps me from sleeping, not because of what might come tomorrow, or whether or not the week will go well, but because I see the crossroads in a sector of people's lives and I don't have the power to control the track their train will take.  Back to religion real quick, a strong Christian would say "Let go and let God",  I should say that, I know this, but I look at our society today, a society I live in and have honestly helped create and it scares me.  I see some chances for our country to grow in a slow and steady progression, but I also see chances where we leave key people behind and those left behind will affect our future.  I see obstacles that can be faced, and I see obstacles that can be buried in so much red tape and bureaucracy that by the time the issue is addressed the problem has accelerated from a snowball to an avalanche.  Snowballs hurt and can be rather annoying, avalanches wipe out society.  Now this is not to sound doom and gloom, that is not my intention at all, but when we look at the stresses that cause us not to sleep on a Sunday night, the worst night of sleep for most people, what are the stresses keeping us awake?

Martin Luther King Jr. one of many men that I have studied and admired because of his willingness to be a voice for those who did not have one, fought a valiant public fight.  If you do research and study him though you know he struggled with the same demons we all do as humans...infidelity, doubt, stress, addiction, loneliness etc.  I can only imagine that he spent many a Sunday nights laying awake wondering what the future would hold.  In fact right now as the "Occupy" movement goes on (which I am not going to cover ) it reminds me of King's last days.  If you study, he was shot in Memphis while there to bring a voice to the movement of sanitation workers and their unfair treatment of employment, but that was not his big "goal" at the time.  At that exact point and time, and the months leading up to it he had been planning a poor people's "march/occupation" of Washington D.C, on the Mall to be exact.  Many in his own circle thought he was crazy for taking this cause up.  He had much more to lose by becoming the face of a new campaign then he had to gain by sticking with the reputation he had garnered as a great Civil Rights leader.  What King realized and was trying to address before he died is the same situation people struggle with today, it's the same stress that keeps me up on sleepless Sunday nights.  We have an ever growing gap between the have's and the have nots and unfortunately I don't see the problem going away anytime soon.  This is not a problem we got into over night and is not a problem that will be fixed over night.

Here is my question?  My bullet point:  What are you/I doing to deal with a stress that is staring us in the face and looking back for an answer?  I am not going to give you a solution.  I am not going to give you a political or religious speech.  I am going to ask you to examine your mind, your heart and say "what are you gonna do"?  You come up with something that is right for you as an individual.  For all of us it is probably something different or unique, but until you ask the question, until you identify the root of the stress you can't come to grips with how to get a grasp on it, and the one thing I have learned in my very short 28 years, stress can not be run from.  It will eat away at you until diagnosed and dealt with and this is a stress our country faces as a whole.

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Look Into My Eyes

"Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?"

As I sit to write this entry tonight I have these words repeating over and over in my head...if for some reason you don't know the phrase (I'll withhold judgment) they come from the song by the same name as my post title, "Look Into My Eyes" by the group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.  Now you can pass judgment on me for using a 14 year old rap song to start out a post on a blog about learning.  Oh' NBC, "The More You Know"...

Why exactly do I have these lyrics running through my head at 12:30 am during the busiest week of my year?  Good question!  One I should be pondering and probably the ultimate reason I am even writing this blog.   

Here's the back story, busiest week of the year...extended filing time for Year End Pension Plans (Give or take about 85% of the company I work for, their business), October 15th.  That means in my world, you have to have all your "stuff" done and the right people sign off on it by Monday or the D.O.L. (Department of Labor) and I.R.S. start fining your clients $25 a day...we get till the 17th this year because the 15th is Saturday, thanks.  For those of you not in the T.P.A. world, which would be 99.9% of you probably reading this blog (I do keep making up these percentages out of thin air), don't worry about it, I don't really get what I just wrote either, but it is the equivalent of making sure your taxes are postmarked by April the 15th.  Very important to the people who cut my check.


So that being said I probably should be getting some much needed rest right now, instead of rethinking the chorus of a rap song that is 14 years old and writing words in a post that isn't really important...and yet I am still typing.  So I'll give you something.  As I opened my laptop with the intention of typing out a blog, but no general direction of where I was going, I had to look at the picture on my homepage and wait for Firefox to load.  The picture is one of me, my two brothers and my father at a Vanderbilt/Florida football game from a few years ago.  As I stared at that picture, the same one I have looked at probably a thousand times (why stop making up numbers now) I looked into my own eyes.  ****!   You can use any four letter word you want there. 

Have you ever looked into your own eyes from a picture?  Thought about what it was they were telling you?  People always say you can read a lot about a person from looking into their eyes, well I looked into my own in that picture and saw the face of a man who looked familiar, but was someone else at the time.  I told two stories with those eyes.  Narrow.  That's how my eyes normally are when I smile, but I noticed in this smile I'm cutting my eyes to the left.  Narrow and cut to the left.  Grin.  I don't really have a smile across my face, more like a sideways grin, the same one that I have given millions (we're just making numbers up here, right) of times to people.  Open.  My body position in the picture, non-committal, to anything.  Funny how I have looked at that picture every time I opened my computer for the past several years now and thought, "I like the picture of my family", never once have I looked into my eyes and told myself what it was that I saw. 

I can remember the night well.  A chance to spend time with my family, and see my beloved Gators play.  My ex-wife and I had driven from Dallas to Nashville just for the game.  Tim Tebow was at quarterback and we were watching history being made (they would win the National Championship later that year).  We even all stood up and sang "We are the Boys" at the end of the third quarter like a home game at The Swamp.  What more could a person ask for (if you are a gator fan, I get it)? 

Funny the other part of the story I remember.  I had just recently started battling panic attacks a few months earlier.  I had already had to check myself into the emergency room once.  I struggled with fear everywhere I went.  Not afraid of getting shot or dying in a Tornado type fear.  We are talking the kind that makes a normal guy (I thought of myself as normal, ha) not be able to ride in the car up 5 flights of a parking garage because I might get claustrophobic and can't breath.  The same kind that made my ex and I have to drive instead of fly because I couldn't get on a plane, and finally the kind that when we got to the hotel and I realized our room was on the top of the 13th or 14th floor, (one of those teen numbers) I almost passed out in the elevator because my legs got so weak.  I literally had to face the doors of the elevator and focus on breathing so as to not look out the glass windows on the way up and down.  These were the eyes that were there that night, these were the eyes in that picture. 

It's funny tonight I looked into my eyes for the first time and I remembered that night, that time in my life.  Maybe it is because I am so busy this week or maybe it was because I took a bike ride after work, who knows the trigger, but for the first time I saw what was truly evident.  I reflected on that period and that time that seemed so uncertain and scary.  In many ways it seems like yesterday and in others it seems like an eternity.  I still haven't been able to fly, but I can get on an elevator (for the most part) and ride up.  I've changed jobs, moved, been through a divorce and seen a lot of things come and go in my personal life.  I think it is interesting how we as humans may never truly know what we are really seeing when we look into someone's eyes.  We may not know what that person is going through or battling, even if they are smiling, but here's my bullet point and I'll wrap this novel up.  Before you look into another's eyes and tell them what you see, make sure you can look into your own and give a truthful examination of what is staring back.  Then look into their's and listen with your heart.  You can read a lot about a person by looking into their eyes, but never think you get the full story.  The moment you do, you have been deceived.

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On Your Left!

No I am not writing a post about politics, I'll say that in the first sentence so I don't lose the one or two of you who might read this.  Although a post about left minded...never mind


On your left!  A phrase that I use every time I ride my bike.  A courtesy phrase.  A warning.  A short, get out of the **** way if you will for bike riders.  The signs technically say, "Passing on your left", but for some reason, I and everyone else I ever hear at least mutter a semblance of the phrase,the word passing is left out (that's a side note by the way).  Tonight as I was riding and yelling it out more often than normal (because it was dark and I didn't want to get charged for running someone over) I thought a lot about what that phrase really meant, and how it played a role in my life.  I know I've already lost some of you, and others are still trying to connect the political dots, and Pharm. D is just saying "give me the bullet points", but I had 50 or so minutes of quiet time so I thought about it.

Here is what I came up with...get ready, this will change your life.  On your left, really is a way I give someone the polite "finger" as I pass through their slow life.  Wait...did that not change your life?  My bad, thought I had something great there, guess not, but allow me to explain this.  When I am riding my bike the only time I use the phrase is when I am passing someone who might...just might get in my way.  I am not saying I purposely use it on slower people or people who might not be paying as much attention, but really that is the case.  Example 1:  If there is one person walking down the trail and they are hugging the right side like trail etiquette says, then more than likely I just move slightly over to the left and pass right on by that person with nothing ever said.  Example 2:  If there is a person walking or jogging on the trail and they have their IPod (R.I.P. Steve Jobs) blaring Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" and they are veering closer to the center line than normal, I am going to yell "On your left" so they don't "Jagger" their way in front of my wheel.  Example 3:  If there is a pack of over accessorized "Uptown Posse" strolling down the trail and you KNOW they wouldn't get out of the way if a semi were rumbling down upon them, because 1. They can't hear 2. They wouldn't care if the could, frankly it's not that important and 3. "Hello, I'm in heels here!" Then I yell "On your left" as I ride off the paved surface and try not to derail my chain.  All those examples to prove my point.  I don't yell "On your left" because I'm really trying to be polite, but more because it keeps me out of trouble or gives the ol' F you to people who are being annoying.  I was not very happy with myself when I came to this conclusion...life changed yet?  Well you get what you pay for right?

"On your left" should be a motto we live by, meaning: "excuse me, but I am entering your life and don't want to do anything but add something positive or politely pass through."  Instead for me "On your left" means: "hey I'm living my life here and you need to get out of my way or at least not make me hurt you."  Pharm D.  here comes your sappy bullet point "-" I am not the only one using this trail called life.  I am a mere person who was put here to do something (won't go philosophical) but it wasn't to just get my way.   As much as it pains me to say it I am not the center of the universe, and the sun does not revolve around me.  As I came to that conclusion it really deflated my ego, but I realized...give me a day and I'll find something else to pump it back up (just kidding...kind of).  When you grasp you're not the only one using the trail called life it makes you look at things in a completely different manner.  For me it meant as I passed people and yelled "On your left" and then I went past them I said "Thank You."  Maybe it didn't make sense to them, maybe they got it, but I realized they were sharing and I appreciated it. 

To sum it all up, don't let "On your left" be a polite way to give someone the "finger" as you pass through their life, but instead let it announce your presence and then at the least leave things the way you found them if not better as you exit.  The world and politics (got ya) would be a lot better if we all understood this concept and tried to put it into practice every now and then.

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Innocence Of Youth

I took this picture Saturday as I walked back to my apartment from the opening of "Art In October" here in the Arts District.  For those of you who don't recognize the site, it is the reflecting pool in front of the Winspear Opera House.  I love walking past this pool, no matter what time of day or night.  It always seems to have an inviting "come play in my serenity" feel to it.  Saturday someone had answered the call.  The person who answered was a child.

Last night was Cafe Momentum.  If you read my blog or know me you will hear much more about this wonderful program, if you don't I strongly encourage you to check out the website and see what it is all about.

http://www.cafemomentum.org/

As I worked with the wonderful young men who serve and run Cafe Momentum, my heart felt an overwhelming since of pride.  It took me back to the picture I had taken on Saturday and the innocence of the child running through the reflection pool.  Most of these young men have been told by a lot of people throughout their lives that they will not amount to much, the cards are stacked against them, and "face it you will become a statistic".  I like to look at it in a different way.  They jumped into the figurative "water" last night and worked in an environment that many culinary students could only dream of.  The kitchen we operated in was state of the art, the Chef, Abraham Salum, one of the best in the city of Dallas.  The mentors working with them in the kitchen, front of the house and back of the house, amazing years of culinary talent.  The experience priceless. 

Did these young men recognize all the benefits that they were being provided last night, probably some, probably not, but you know what they did recognize...Hard Work.  The men jumped in and served over 80 people to a five course meal that brought out big names from all over the Metroplex.  The guys did not ask, who is going to be here?  They didn't ask what are the credentials of this chef?  They didn't ask will this improve my resume (yes they do know what a resume is)?  All they did was work their rear ends off knowing that with the circumstances in their lives right now something good would have to come out of it, even if it just meant a few hours away from the dorm and a paycheck.  Innocence of Youth. 

Too many times we as adults (I am one as much as I hate to admit it) look at the end gain.  We focus on the bottom line and forget the journey, or the opportunity to be free and run through the water.  I guarantee when that child above took off running through the reflection pool she thought of one thing and one thing only, "this will be fun".  Last night as I worked with my awesome young men, I know they had a similar feeling, maybe not this will be fun, but this is a new and exciting experience. 



I'll close with this, as we rush about through the business and craziness of life lets not forget about why we are here.  Results are great, but they are only a fraction of the process.  Let us remember the majority of the process is unknown and if we keep an open mind and the "innocence of youth" there is no telling what we will learn and experience along the way.  Growth comes from the journey...not the result.


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What It Means to Cater

"Hope of the world is in our generation
It’s all left up to us to change this present situation
Our leaders make us fight, and we don’t know what for
If they want people killed, let them fight the war

It’s gotta end somewhere, this killing’s got to cease
If no one were to fight, we’d all live in peace."
John Legend: Our Generation

Saturday I worked my first catering job ever.  Twenty eight years old, I have a career in retirement plans and no desire to enter to food world, but Saturday night I was passing out Hors d'oeuvres.  If you know me, you know I am a HUGE college football fan, and an even greater Florida Gator fan.  Some might call it an obsession, some might call me crazy...I can not disagree with either.  Saturday though, while Florida was putting their foot about 6 inches up Kentucky's rear end I was not watching the game.  Why?  "It's all left up to us to change the present situation."

The young men I volunteer with can earn "home visits" from their juvenile detention center if they have good behavior during the week.  This is great incentive to do well and stay on track with what their goals are for succeeding in their program.  It also gives them the chance to go back into the "real world" for short intervals and see how they handle the freedom and choices they face.  Now, while there are lots of positives to this program, it can also be the downfall for a few.  They are back in their old neighborhood, with the people that possibly influenced the negative behaviors that got them locked up to begin with.  As a teen this can be like throwing a sheep into the lions den.  It also can create men.  In growing up there comes a point in all our lives where we must decide which path we are going to take...

What does any of this have to do with catering? (yes I ramble and get side tracked, but I promise I will go somewhere with this)  There is a program we have been developing that takes our young men, and teaches them culinary skills and then gives them the opportunity to work in restaurant/food service environments.  Saturday night was one of these events.  It was the first event where we used guys who were actually out on home visits to service a function.  I won't bore you with the logistics of getting this done, but lets just say getting three young men who are all under the age of 18, do not have cars, and limited parent involvement to a certain place at a certain time can be somewhat of a challenge.  Not to mention it is Saturday night, I am 28 and would rather be at home watching football.  Take the average 17 year old and give him the option of spending time hanging out with friends on a Saturday, or working from 4:00 till 9:30 and which choice do you think they would make...now take that same teen and incarcerate him during the week, but give him free time on the weekend.  Decisions, Decisions.

To some, amazingly we had three young men ( I will say, we actually had several more who would have come if we had needed them) who were eager to take this opportunity and earn some extra cash, as well as gain more work experience.  If the lines I quoted above are true and hope of the world is in our generation, then yes we must change the present situation.  We must facilitate and give the youth of our country an opportunity.  We must show them an alternative option to what they have seen on a daily basis growing up.  These youth want a different option.  They have sold drugs, they have robbed stores and people, but they are at a critical point right now where they would like to see if there is a less dangerous way to make money.  Do not kid yourselves that these guys do not know the dangers of the illegal activities they are involved in.  They know very well the realities of what faces them if caught, but as one guy put it to me "I was seeing $400 a day pass through my hands at 14".  What would you have done?

I have watched many a great Florida football game, plan on watching many more, but Saturday night I learned a valuable lesson.  You take some time out of your day and give it to someone else, and there isn't anything more rewarding.  I have known this for years, it's why I volunteer, but amazingly it is something that always feels great when reinforced again and again.  The rest of the song I quoted has to do with war.  In specific terms war on foreign soil, but I want to relate it to the war being raged here at home.  "It's got to end somewhere, this killing's got to cease.  If no one were to fight, we'd all live in peace."  I am not going to act naive and think that the problems our youth, especially our impoverished youth of this country, will be solved over night.  We didn't get to this point in the road over night and we won't get away from it that quickly either, BUT everything begins with a start.  We all know how a child learns to walk.  They slowly put one foot in front of the other and take a step at a time, usually someone holds on while they do it.  I don't think our leaders want people killed (once again I'm changing the definition of "war" here) but the reality is our youth are dying.  They are dying on the streets, they are dying inside, but they want an alternative.  I sincerely believe this.

It's up to our generation to change the present situation, and if that means missing entire seasons of Florida football games, or learning a second career in the, "you know you would like a strawberry tart mam, they are to die for" catering business, I say we do it.  In 2008 America said we wanted "change we can believe in."  You know how we create change?  Through action...and it happens for either good or bad.

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The Ride

"Dear God, why are there gnats?"  My silent yet very heartfelt prayer offered up tonight around dusk as I approached White Rock Lake.  At this point I had come to the realization the only way I could make it past this stretch of the trail was to cover my face, fingers slightly spread, with one hand and hold on to the bike handle with the other.  Lord help whoever might be in my way because I couldn't see ****.  Unintended consequence. 

People who have known me for a LONG time have known that I am generally an active person, people who have known me since college, less active, and people who have known me for the past year now know I like to ride my bike.  (Follow the trail there if you can...hint: I got lazy in college)  It is not a "road" bike as they say, but just a general run of the mill mountain bike.  It has gears, front shocks, and a chain that I manage to dechain quite often. (buy gloves with fingers)  It gets me from point A to point B, and lets me experience the outdoors at a faster pace than walking.  Since the beginning of Summer I have put almost 700 miles on it (people with road bikes, just smile).  I have taken it to Florida, Austin, and covered most all of downtown Dallas.  It is simply, my escape. 

My normal ride during the week has me leave my apartment, head east on surface streets and ride about a mile over to the Katy Trail.  I pick the trail up, ride it all the way south to the American Airlines Center then turn around head north and ride to the end of the trail just south of Mockingbird lane.  I once again turn around ride south the length of the trail and then slightly north to exit where I got on.  From door to door it is about 12 miles and takes me around 45 minutes. 

I like this ride during the week because it is simple, well known to me, and routine.  I know the exact route, I know how long it will take, and I know for the most part what I will see on my ride.  Lots of people that look just like me.  There is nothing extraordinary about this ride.  I can ride it on cruise control.  It is a great stress reliever, but in the world of excitement it is very Vanilla.  There is the occasional "odd" sight (cowgirl who lost her horse, but had the outfit on in case she found it, old man in what I hope was a small Speedo on a large bike, and lady with pig tails and the biggest tricycle I have ever seen) but nothing you would get scared of or even cause you to really stop and think.

Today I wanted a change.  I wanted variety, not my run of the mill normal Vanilla route.  I wanted my "urban" route.  This is the route I take on weekends when I want a slightly longer ride and to see a different part of town, and by different, one where the buildings have bars on the windows and razor wire makes a nice accessory along the tops of fences.   I would not say that this is really a dangerous neighborhood or area, just more colorful.  The thing is the trail that runs through it is actually my favorite of all the ones in Dallas.  It's called the Sante Fe and it runs from Downtown Dallas to White Rock Lake.  It is wide, not heavily traveled, and much more scenic.  In order to get to this trail during the work week though, I have to ride 3 miles of surface streets as dark approaches.  Not a big deal to me, but I can always hear my mother's voice, "is that the smartest thing to be doing as it gets dark?" 

Tonight I ignored the motherly voice in my head and decided I would turn on my awesome blinking lights, strap up my helmet and slow down traffic for all those tired people heading home from work.  I do stay to the far right, but I refuse to ride on the sidewalk.  I like to feel that I am on a real vehicle and part of traffic like an adult. :)  As I made my way to the trail I passed by lots of people.  The variety was definitely greater than my normal ride.  It wasn't the familiar "Vanilla" crowd and I had time to think and reflect about the differences between the people I was currently passing and the people I normally passed.  The foot traffic gradually picked up as I made the trail and headed north towards White Rock Lake.  Now for those of you from Dallas you know the difference between foot traffic picking up on the Sante Fe Trail and foot traffic picking up on the Katy Trail is like the difference between traffic flow on the Tollway on weekends and traffic flow on 75 during the week.  There really is no comparison between the two, but there were definitely more people on the Sante Fe Trail tonight then I had ever seen at one time before.  It made me feel alive and part of the city, it also made me aware of the diversity of the city I live in.  I would be lying if I said there weren't a few times that I didn't feel a little uncomfortable when cruising through certain areas, but at the same time I felt like I was out experiencing something new and exciting. 

"Dear God, why are there gnats?"  I have come to the conclusion after my ride that there are gnats to keep things fresh and us on our toes.  I can go through life and do the same routine everyday.  I can never look at anything different or make myself uncomfortable, and I can lead a very dull life.  The other option is I can take a route that is unknown.  This route may have gnats and it may make me uncomfortable at times, but it will push me in ways I didn't know I needed to be pushed.  It will provide excitement, confusion, questioning, and even fear, but in the end it will give me quite the ride.  I don't know which route I will take tomorrow, but I definitely know I'll try and learn something new from wherever it leads me.

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First Attempt

I have come to the conclusion I will start a blog.  It seems like everyone is doing it, so why not, right?  I will be the first to admit I am horrible at spelling, grammar and anything else that goes with the English language, but that hasn't stopped others.  This blog will be about my thoughts on what is going on in our society, and what I am constantly learning from others.  It may not be original or inspirational, but then again I am not asking you to read it. :)  I am writing for me, for anyone else who would like to look and see.  I will go ahead and say "the names are changed to protect the innocent".  You may recognize yourself in my writing, but that can stay between you and I. 

I volunteer with youth for fun...that sounds creepy.  I feel compelled to give back to our juvenile male population which I see as the future of our great yet troubled country.  In doing this I find enjoyment and pleasure, better than "I volunteer with youth for fun"?  The enjoyment and pleasure is something that cannot be purchased at a store or bought with money.  Honestly I can't explain it and wouldn't want to.  Words don't cover the emotions you feel.  These emotions span the spectrum from great to sad.  Yesterday was a sad day.  A kid I worked with, cleaned plates with and discussed his future and life took a wrong turn.  He violated his terms of incarceration.  Last night I laid awake thinking about why he took this turn.  This was not a "bad" kid as some people like to label others.  This was a good guy who had made a bad decision, but was slowly working his way back from it.  He had a plan, he had goals, and I like to think he had a future.  After this weekend though, his life was changed.  As we venture down this BLOG together, we'll see where things end up.  I have a plan, I have a goal, and would like to think I have a future, but who knows where or what that is.  As I am learning from the young men I work with, and the people around me life is full of unintended consequences.  Some good...some bad, all the result of an action.  My action today is starting this blog, the action of the young man above was not returning from his home visit.  What will be the unintended consequences only time will tell, but I'll write about it, and if you're still around maybe you'll see.

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