The Hope Box

In 2002 I presented a close colleague of mine a small token of my appreciation for our friendship in the form of a jewelry-sized Hope Box.  I placed a note in it and told him that no matter where our careers took us, I hoped that our friendship would never die.

Fast forward to 2016.  The Hope Box was long forgotten by me.  While in his office on a recent visit he placed it in front of me and asked if I remembered giving it to him all those years ago.  I honestly couldn’t recall the moment when I did, but the hand written note inside was definitely penned by me.  Below my note he wrote one of his own.  In so many words, he told me that he was thankful for our friendship and thanked God for all He’s done to keep us close over the years.

Back then, the Hope Box was nothing more to me than a show of gratitude to a man whose friendship I always cherished.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that the Hope Box and the note inside would one day symbolize that we would be working together again.

In 2002 I left my teaching job, for a trainer position with the federal government.  My friend was the building principal at the time of my departure.  He and I spoke often over the years, keeping track of our families, our ups and downs, and our shared interests.  Both of our careers progressed – he to California to serve as the superintendent of schools for a large, private Christian school, and me to Washington, DC as an deputy training director, then on to Texas and into the private sector as a process improvement engineer.

In 2012 my friend returned from California, accepting the position of superintendent for the same school we worked together at in 2002.  Over the next four years he and I spoke on several occasions about the possibility of me returning from Texas and coming to work for him again in some capacity or other.  Little did either of us know that in 2016 I would accept a position from the church organization that now partners full time with his school.  As in 2002, he and I will once again be working together side by side.

Throughout the years the Hope Box has come to mean far more than a simple gift and token of appreciation.  The Hope Box was a means that God used to keep my friend and I bonded.  I’d also like to that the It somehow had a part in bringing us back together in a working capacity.  The Hope Box has helped me realize that each of our lives run full circle. 

So, where is your “Hope Box?”  Trust me, I know it’s out there…..

A Common Man

If I'm Being Honest with Myself...

If I’m Being Honest with Myself….

If I’m being honest with myself, I’m probably half the man God wants me to be.  I don’t spend near as much time in the word as I should.  I let my work get in the way of my daily devotion and time with Him.

If I’m being honest with myself, I could have done a much better job as a father.  Too often I put my own interests ahead of theirs.  I spent more time on the baseball and football field then I did in my own backyard.

If I’m being honest with myself, I know that I could be a better husband than I am to a woman that is so deserving.  I fail to communicate at times, and my silence can be seen as a lack of interest or an unwillingness to share.

If I’m being honest with myself, I could certainly be a better brother to my sibling.  I reach out to him only sporadically, and don’t take the time to call him on the phone and ask about how he’s doing.

If I’m being honest with myself, I will forever feel the pain of having a falling out with my dad a few weeks prior to his unexpected death.  I will constantly replay our last conversation in my mind until I pass from this world.

If I’m being honest with myself, most of the time I look away when I’m at a stop light and the homeless man or woman is holding up a sign asking for my help.  I certainly have the means to help them, I just chose to not reach in my pocket and provide them with something that I take for granted.

If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t spend enough time learning more about the world I live in.  Instead, I find myself sheltered in the immediate around me.

If I’m being honest with myself, I could be a better friend to my friends – both near and far.  I chose to stay in touch with them through social media rather than pick up the phone or pen a personal letter.

If I’m being honest with myself, I spend too much time worrying about the small, petty things.  I fail to reflect on all the blessings I do have, and realize that my life isn’t so bad.

If I’m being honest with myself, I tend to not speak out when I see injustice in this world.  I read up on it, but I fail to take personal action and come up with concrete solutions.

If I’m being honest with myself, I know I’ll never be perfect.  I realize that perfection is never fully achievable in this life, but I’d be failing myself, my family, my friends, my neighbors, my colleagues and mankind if I didn’t at least try to be a better person each and every day.

A Common Man     

I Lost My Dad Today

December 15, 2015 will be forever etched in my memory. That's the date my dad passed away. 

I don't fully understand why it takes something like the passing of a parent to make you reflect on what they've done for you, but I can't help but do that at this moment. 

My dad didn't teach me how to fix a car or change out an electrical fixture. He didn't really know the difference between a crescent wrench or a claw hammer. He didn't pass on superior knowledge of world politics or mathematical equations. He didn't show me how to throw a perfect spiral or ways in which to improve my swing, but he did teach me the intangibles of life. 

My dad taught me compassion. He taught me how to love, even when I didn't want to. He taught me to be kind. My dad had no enemies, only friends. My dad knew no strangers. My dad taught me about spiritual relationships. He taught me how to see God in his own imagine. Most importantly, my dad taught me how to accept without reservation. 

The memories of my dad, both the good and the bad, will always be with me. The ones I chose to cherish the most are those of a man who loved unconditionally and cared beyond measure.

You'll be missed, dad. 

A Common Man

I Have a Brother...

I have a brother.  He lives 400 miles west of me.  I don’t get to see him much, nor do we talk that often, but I know he’s there, I know he loves and cares for me, and I know I’d do anything in the world for him.  I’d be by his side if he needed me, I’d defend him if necessary, and I’d take care of his children if something every happened and they need a fatherly figure in their lives.

I have another brother.  He’s an old shipmate of mine.  We served in the Navy together.  We stood the mid watch together.  We shared beers together.  We spent time together when we were in port or at home.  We laughed together, we share a tear together, we watched our children grow up together, and we vowed to be there for one another no matter what.  We promised to look after each other’s family when the other couldn’t.  I love this brother like he’s my own flesh and blood.

I have another brother.  We coached together.  We played ball together.  We cheered for each other’s teams, even when we were on opposite sides of the field.  We’ve watch each other grow throughout the years.  We’ve shared jokes.  We’ve bad-mouthed professional coaches and general managers for making stupid decisions regarding our beloved teams.  I love this brother like he’s my own flesh and blood.

I have another brother.  We pray together.  We meet on Wednesday mornings for a men’s prayer meeting.  We asked about each other’s family.  We talk about accountability as a son, a father, a husband and a brother.  We listen to the pastor’s message together.  We reflect on the Word together.  We slap each other on the back when we’re departing, and we promise to pray for each other throughout the week.  I love this brother like he’s my own flesh and blood.

I have another brother.  We work together.  We greet each other warmly each morning.  We asked how work is going and what we can do to help one another out.  We have meetings together.  We try to solve company problems together.  We rely on each other’s knowledge and business expertise to help us get our tasks accomplished.  We share information with one another.  We seek each other’s advice and trust one another with business matters that should remain within an office confine.  I love this brother like he’s my own flesh and blood.

I have another brother.  I haven’t met him yet, but I consider him a brother nonetheless.  He’s the vet that stands on the street corner with a sign asking for help and blessing me for it.  He’s the stranger on the elevator that looks up from his phone and greets me warmly, wishing me a good day when he reaches his floor.  He’s the criminal that made a horrible mistake and pays for his sins with imprisonment.  He’s the guy in a dead end job who’s working to find the positives.  He’s the man that leaves he’s family every day to earn a wage so he can cloth his children, provide a roof over their head and food on the dinner table.  And he’s the refuge trekking with his family to find safety.  He’s looking for warmth and comfort.  He’s looking for food and shelter.  He’s doing everything within his power to protect his family from the tyranny of religious hatred.  I love this brother like he’s my own flesh and blood…

A Common Man    

What Falls Out of You When You Are Shaken?

A question was posted to a group of men that I gather with each week - "What falls out of you when you are shaken?"  The imagine that immediately came to mind for me was that of a tree trunk violently tossed back and forth, with leafs, small branches and fruits falling to the ground.  I then began to wonder, what are MY leafs, branches and fruits??  How do I define them and what are their importance to me?

When I was a young boy, being shaken provoked fear.  The nature of it was unsettling to me and my leafs were tears, my branches represented worry, and the fruits were my dismay at what was happening to me.

When I became a young man, being shaken lost its visual effect on me, and turned to something more mental and emotional - losing a friend or family member, going through a breakup, getting into a fender-bender or failing a class.  In some regards, the thought of being shaken was an indication of loss of control, or lack of the ability to prevent it from happening in the first place.

As an adult, I came to realize that shakeups in my life  happened for a reason.  It was those shakeups that  formed who I am today.  The real question for me is how I respond to them now that I'm on the back side of life.

I would like to think that I handle shakeups with grace, prayerful thanks for the lessons it teaches me, and motivation to do better the next time around.  The reality is that I still get angry from time-to-time, tears come and worry captures me.

I may never get to a point in my life that shakeups don't bother me, but I hope to keep learning from them and be able to turn my tears into joy, my worries into trusting, and my dismays into contentment.

A Common Man

My Pathways

I recently read somewhere that we create “pathways” throughout our lives in our relationship with others.  I began to reflect on exactly what that meant, and this is what I discovered.  Mind you, everyone has their own interpretation of how their lives are shaped, this is simply my way of thinking how my life has evolved, but I know my definition isn’t for everyone.

When I was a growing up I couldn’t understand why some people were part of my life and others weren’t.  I didn’t know why I got stuck with the mean teacher or the bad coach, why I had some friends and not others, why some girls liked me and others wouldn’t give me the time of day.  Of course, like any other boy I wanted the nice teacher, the fun coach, the coolest friends and the cutest girl to like me, but to me it seemed that I was always the unlucky one.  Why did I have to eat at the nerd table at lunch?  Why was it that the girl with the gap in her front teeth and big nose seem to like me, but the pretty blond with a bow in her hair would never look my way?  Why was I always in the PE class with the smoking, alcoholic coach that wore his gym shorts too high?  Why was my teacher the one with the bad breath who yelled all the time?  Why me??

As I grew older my relationships with others evolved.  I grew out of my awkward stage and started to gain muscle.  My baseball and football teammates became my friends.  The cute girls began to notice me.  My teachers and coaches became more tolerable.  I started working and created new relationships as an employee.  I became the trainer and not the trainee.  My life was changing and I began to discover the true “me!”

I became an adult.  People came in and out of my life.  Fraternity brothers, girlfriends, professors, co-workers, bosses, roommates, shipmates and extended families.  I matured, married, had children, became a teacher, became a coach, and became a boss.  More people became interwoven into my life and I slowly discovered that there was purpose and meaning to every aspect of my experiences and interactions with everyone that I considered a part of who I had become.

I’m going to become a grandpa for the first time in December.  My life is evolving once again.  I’m discovering that my experiences and what I’ve learned from all those that have been a part of my life have taught and prepared me for this new moment.  You see, I now understand what creating “pathways” throughout our lives really means.  My pathways have led me to each and every one I’ve come in contact with throughout my life.  Throughout the years I’ve learned to avoid certain paths and run to others.  I’ve learned to enjoy the view along some paths and turn away from the ugliness of others.  I’ve learned to love and cherish where some paths lead me, and pray for guidance down those foreign or unknown to me.

As an older man, I see my pathways as an opportunity to hold my granddaughter’s hand and lead her down her own pathways as she grows.  I will help her learn which directions to avoid and which paths are safe.  She will have to discover her own way, but my life would mean nothing if I didn’t share with her and others the lessons I’ve learned along the way.

~A Common Man

I Resolve To.....

Each year I find myself getting caught up on what my New Year's resolution will be.  It seems to always center around weight reduction, getting back into shape, etc.  Although I still need to focus on those areas (too frequently, to be perfectly honest), this year I'd like to think I'm capable of resolving to accomplish something far greater....being kinder and far more understanding of those around me.

Not too long ago I got irritated by someone driving a 4x4 pickup truck far too fast and erratic (in my estimation), cutting me off on the highway.  I was going the speed limit, but it wasn't fast enough for him, and he took it upon himself to speed past me, then cut me off - almost like he was trying to prove a point or something.  Of course, I didn't respond well and said a few things in his direction that I probably shouldn't have.  Not only did it not solve the situation, it made me irritable for a time afterwards.  I allowed his actions to control my own behavior.  Not good.....

So, how I can resolve to control my emotions in a more productive manor?  How can I reprogram myself to get less upset and let things go?  I can start by considering the following:

1. Not everyone sees things the way I do.  Just because my perspective of things may feel right to me, in all likelihood the guy in front of me may not see it the same way.  The guy who cut me off may have needed to be somewhere quicker than I was allowing with him behind me.  Maybe he had a job interview.  Maybe he had a sick child he needed to get to.  Maybe he was late for an important meeting.  Maybe he was just being a jerk, but why should I automatically make that assumption?

2. Realize that EVERYONE has their own issues to resolve.  I shouldn't require others to act the way I think they should act, or say the things I think they should say.  If everyone has a right to be their own person, shouldn't I allow them that right?  Who am I to force others into my definition of being a good person?

3. Be considerate, no matter how bad the situation.  I must realize that others will do and say things that are hurtful to me, but they may not realize it.  I must understand I will say or do things that are considered hurtful by others as well.  If I'm to do a better job of realizing that others don't necessarily mean to be hurtful, I must start with myself and consider what I say or how I respond first.

This year, I resolve to be more grateful for what I have, more patient with others and not take things so personally, and consider the fact that all of us have our own stuff to deal with on a daily basis.  It starts with me....It starts with you.  Let's do this together; what do you say?

A Common Man