Thursday, September 17, 2015
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
Thursday, August 13, 2015
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
Monday, January 5, 2015
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
Thursday, November 6, 2014
It's the End of the World as We Know It.....and I Feel Fine!
I am an unapologetic believer in all things good. I believe that the world was created by an extraordinary
being. I believe that good and bad
things happen to us and around us for a reason.
I believe that mankind is inherently good, but we are capable of
creating chaos and purposeful evil.
The beheading of innocent journalists, the kidnapping of young girls to
marry off in the name of an incomprehensible religion, the downing of aircraft
filled with unsuspecting passengers, inner city wars and attacks on the defenseless
– pure evil. Whether we like it or not, malevolence
exists in this world.
Within our own borders we have a dysfunctional national government that
would rather gridlock on principal than compromise for the good of the
nation. Our most recent election has
given power to one party while the Commander in Chief is of the opposite. The next two years do not look promising if
congress is to get things done for the good of its citizens. School shootings are on the rise. Innocent child are targeted for reason only
known by the perpetrator, who inevitably take their own lives when the damage
is done. We argue about the pros and
cons of gun control; both with compelling reasons to support or not support the
issues. The legalization of marijuana,
the growing concern to protect our borders, the heightened awareness of commutable
deceases crossing over into our country; each of these beg the question – is society
truly deteriorating right in front of us?
Debate for the sake of discussion must have two sides. If we acknowledge that evil in our world does
exist and that society appears to be tearing itself apart, we must also recognize
that there is still plenty of good in this world and across our land.
Internationally, doctors, nurses and health care professionals enter
into the most impoverished parts of the world to provide medical aid and
comfort to the sick and infirm. National
and international organizations pool resources together to help others during natural
disasters. A police officer on patrol
stops to provide a homeless man with a new pair of shoes and some cleans socks,
walking him into a shoe store and paying for it out of his own pocket. Social media websites highlight acts of
generosity and kindness – The Ice Bucket Challenge, Breast Cancer Awareness
events, animal rescue opportunities, and on and on – good still exists in this
world.
All of this begs the question – Is it the end of the world? Are we nearing self destruction or The Rapture? Some would argue with me that yes, we are all
heading towards Armageddon, but I disagree.
Sure, there is evil in this world.
Evil is now visible to us twenty four hours a day, thanks in large part
to on-line access and expanding news outlets; but so is good. It depends on where you’re looking. My belief is that destruction of this world will
not occur until ever last being has had the opportunity to hear the good news
of the creator. With all the evil in
today’s world, there are far too many good people left with a purpose for doing
the right thing. What about you? What are you doing to preserve this
wonderfully created world in which we were all given the gift to live in?
Monday, July 21, 2014
When Humans and Pets Collide...
I’ve heard it said that the heart and soul of our pets dwells inside us as closely as our own flesh and blood. There is something unique about a relationship that is established when we bring an animal into our homes, tend to its needs, care for it, love it and treat it like they’re a member of the family.
My family and I recently decided to relocate to West Texas for a job opportunity that was too good to pass up. The only real problem with the move wasn't the logistics of getting everything moved over, it was what to do with the animals. Our home consists of two dogs and four cats! We had the option of hauling each of them in the cargo hold of an airplane, flying to Texas with them. Let’s just say that was a very short-lived conversation between my wife and me! I was ok with getting each of them carriers and having them fly on the plane to get them across country. My wife was ok with it too as long as they could be in the cabin with us! For her, she wants them to have all the creature comforts of life that we do. I’m starting to understand that. It’s taken me a while, but I’m finally beginning to realize that our pets truly are a part of us.
As I mentioned previously we have four cats and two dogs. One of our cats has always struggled to get along with the rest of the pack. She has a very unique personality – drinking from the faucet and not the water dish, licking herself incisively, refusing to play nice with the other animals, etc. She was also one of the most loving cats I’ve ever seen as well. Once you gained her trust she would come to you and insist you pet her. She’d do her “kitty dance” in the closet and roll around trying to get you to reach down and pet her. She was a handful to say the least! Of the four cats we decided to put her up for adoption. Our concern was that she’d really struggle with the move, and we determined that this particular cat would make an older couple of single person a great companion. We also knew that she would do better in a home where she could be the queen all on her own. The decision to put her up for adoption was extremely painful for us, though. Not know exactly who she would be with was difficult to grasp. There was a part of me that thought, “Come on Russ, she’s just a cat!” The reality is that she is more than just a cat; she’s become a part of me and my family. She IS family! She’s a pain in the butt, she’s fussy, she’s messy, she’s temperamental………she’s us. In the end I know she’ll probably be happier in another home, but we will always wonder about her. We can’t help it; it’s our nature to be concerned for members of our family regardless of where they live.
So off we will go to Texas with two dogs and three cats, putting them in the limited space our SUV will allow. We will stay in hotels and motels that accept animals. We will make frequent stops so they can walk around, go to the bathroom, get some fresh air, and bark at strangers. Some will come up and ask what our dog’s names our. Others will take a wide path around our Puggle due to his consistent barking of “Hey, Hey, Hey, Whatcha doing? Wanna play with me? What’s your name? Got any dogs of your own I can chase?” Nonetheless, away we will go to West Texas as a family, humans and animals alike. In the end, we will continue to make sacrifices everyday for our animals just like we do our children. We will love them, nurture them, feed them, take them to the doctor when necessary, play with them, and provide them with a safe place they can call home. After all, our animals are our family, right?
A Common Man
A Common Man
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Blog of a Common Man: Fly the Friendly Skies...
Blog of a Common Man: Fly the Friendly Skies...: Throughout my years I have flown countless times. The first trip I can remember was flying with my dad and grandpa on, what seemed to ...
Fly the Friendly Skies...
Throughout my years I have flown countless times. The first trip I can remember was flying with
my dad and grandpa on, what seemed to be short flight in a small twin
prop. I can remember as I got older that
our family rarely flew anywhere. It
seemed to me that flying was for the wealthy.
We were middle class, and flying to any destination was simply a luxury
we couldn't afford. On those rare
occasions when my parents did pay for us to fly somewhere it was a big
event. I can remember my mom dressing
up, my dad wearing a coat and tie, and my brother and I outfitted as if we were
going to church. Flying seemed to be a
big deal for everyone. The flight
attendants were called stewardess back then, because all of them were
women. They did their best during the
flight to cater to each and every passenger, regardless of where you sat or how
fancy you dressed. We were served full
meals during the flight. A full length movie
played in the front of the cabin, and the flight was an adventure all within
itself. I used to get excited about
flying. The thrill and experience I had on
those rare occasions to fly carried over for me into my adulthood. And then, September 11, 2001 happened……….
Overnight everything changed in the airline industry. The Department of Homeland Security was
established and the Transportation Safety Administration, or TSA, was
formed. What used to be an exciting adventure
became a dreadful experience. As the
years have progressed security has tighten, due in large part to continuing
terrorist attempts on public transportation systems, including the airline
industry. Today, in order to board any
flight in the United States you must do the following:
1.
Stand in a security line at the airport and show
a photo ID and your boarding pass to a TSA agent.
2.
Once you've cleared the initial screening, you
must remove everything out of your pockets, remove your jacket, remove your
belt, remove your shoes, remove your jewelry, remove any liquids of 3 oz or
less from your bag, and remove your laptop computer before feeding all of it
through an x-ray machine.
3.
Next, you yourself will walk into another
screening machine that scans you from head to toe, looking for anything you may
try to bring into the boarding area or on the plane. If something shoes up on your image, you will
be patted down by another TSA agent and must be cleared before you can retrieve
your belongings.
4.
At times TSA will randomly select someone, or
their personal belongings, for an additional swab to detect explosive
substances on your luggage or your person.
5.
Once you've made it to your gate you will need
to show your boarding pass one last time before you are allowed on the
plane. On rare occasions TSA may chose
your particular flight to once again check IDs against boarding passes and
random bag checks.
I understand that the bottom line of Homeland Security and
TSA are to achieve greater safety measures for all passengers flying in and out
of the United States, but I must admit that at times common sense was thrown
out the window and the pendulum has swung a full 180 degrees to the opposite
side of how air travel experience used to be.
The airline industry as a whole has shifted too. Gone are the free meals and full length
movies on most flights, unless you’re willing to pay for it. Ticket prices over the years have skyrocketed
(literally). It’s not uncommon for a
couple to spend nearly $2,000 for a round trip ticket across the country. Airline fees have climbed through the roof as
well. As an example, I recently flew
home to Seattle, WA. Here are my
charges:
Round trip
from Midland, TX to Seattle, WA - $1,093
Upgrade to a
seat with more leg room - $69
Luggage cost
for 2 bags - $60
Change fee
to move my flight up to an earlier flight - $75
Snack box
meal on the flight - $9
Wi-Fi while
on the flight - $15
Movie entertainment
player rental during the flight - $16
GRAND TOTAL:
$1,337
Keep in mind,
that’s for one person….
Service isn't
the same either. If you’re sitting in an
exit row and the flight attendant asks you if you are willing and able to
assist other passenger in the event that an evacuation of the plane is
necessary, you must say “Yes” and nothing more.
You can’t nod your head; say “Sure,” or “Ok,” or “Absolutely.” The only acceptable answer is “Yes.” If you refuse to say “Yes” the attendant can
remove you from your seat. If you need
to use the restroom while in flight and you’re seating in coach, you’re not
allowed to use the restroom in the 1st class cabin. You must turn off your phone prior to flight,
put away your laptop, and stow your carryon underneath the seat in front of
you. You cannot get up until the Captain
says it’s safe enough to do so, and you must wear your seatbelt at all
times. Again, I understand all of these
measures are supposed to be for our own safety, but the fun of flying is not
there for me any longer.
So here I
sit, waiting for another flight from one airport to another. I’ve survived the security line and all its
checkpoints, and I pray TSA isn’t waiting at my gate to
check me once again before I board. I
pray that the flight attendants are nice, that I have at least a reasonable amount
of legroom (after all, I paid $69 for that luxury), and that the person sitting
next to me doesn’t decide that they deserve the arm rest between us more than I
do.
I know I’ll
take countless more flights in my life before I’m no longer able, but I simply
ask that common sense once again rule the day and the airline industry decides
that service above profit is more important.
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