Showoff

Is Excellence Showing Off?
Is Excellence Showing Off?

Sometimes, friends nearby will say to me, “Showoff.”

At Gold’s Gym one time, Joe said, “You intimidate people.”

“What are you talking about, Joe”, I asked, confused and astonished.

He said, “You intimidate people. Because you’re gifted.” Come to find out he was referring to my physical fitness appearance.

I told Joe “The only gift I have, is that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior.” We both smiled big smiles.

Maybe six years ago, two colleagues and I were in the break area, the two of them discussing their latest diet (Atkins I think it was), and I asked them, “How come no one ever asks me what I do – to lose weight, I mean?”

“You don’t need to worry about it”, was the quick and serious reply.

Know what I said? And I was pissed frustrated with their answer. I said, “I worry about it every single day, that’s why I don’t need to worry about it!!”

You know what? Maybe working harder than others is showing off.

The “guilt” you’ve heard me talk about is really just a humble attempt to say I do not feel guilty. I’ve busted my back trying to make extra-ordinary from ordinary. And it’s been one success after another.

Now, I guess being the Internet’s only “Five-a-Day Blogger” is showing off too?

What Else?

Hidden Message?
Hidden Message?

What else do I feel guilty about?

  • Decent Health
  • Great Job
  • Great Hometown
  • Great Spirit
  • Hold on, this is getting awkward

Sorry, I’m going to need more time to think this through. It’s awkward.

If I go with a gut instinct right now, it feels like the reason this topic got started in the first place was because I feel so blessed.

I mean, more than any one person deserves.

“And you feel guilty about this?”, someone reading this is asking.

But the blessings listed here and the others not listed, are the blessings we all have.

I guess, as I write this it becomes clearer, there’s something about the way I structure each day that allows me to be nearly fully present every moment of every day.

It’s almost like an addiction. I think about it all the time.

Being able to walk, think, read, smile, drive, teach, eat, breath, love, cry, laugh, get dressed, spend money, go to Church, have friends, Family, a job, sunrise, sunset, sight, hearing, desire.

Where does it stop? It doesn’t. Our blessings are infinite.

I can’t be the only one on the planet that thinks like this, can I?

Was It Worth It?

A Miracle, really.
A Miracle, really.

Life provides no guarantees except the proverbial “death & taxes“.

So, was all the effort, all those weekends, all those years worth it?

Um, yes.

You Can Do This jeff

Not Sure I Can Do This
Not Sure I Can Do This

Two days ago, you heard, “I’m not sure I can do this.”

Today, back at it to see if it can be done.

We scoured the area north, south, east and west of Disney World, looking for the proverbial American Dream, a nice house with a big back yard.

We sacrificed many things to pursue the American Dream. The house we were living in at the time was 30 miles from Disney’s Contemporary Resort, where I was working.

Hey, did I mention that we could only afford one car and Cheryl used it? How did I get to work? Great question. I rode my bicycle. We eventually got a second car, but not for a couple years.

Anyway, back to the point. We followed one dead-end path after another, like many couples do.

We never gave up. Although in hind sight, it may have been the smart thing to do. The clock was ticking. We were missing out on some things others don’t miss out on.

Twistee Treat To Do

Who Wants Ice Cream?
Who Wants Ice Cream?

I still have the post-it note up on my office wall, near the phone.

Crazy, isn’t it? I mean the things we think about and the things we do.

So, in the midst of the fairly intense topic the past few days, I’m going to switch gears today, and revisit a topic from ten days ago.

Something like 14 months ago, we thought our beloved Canine Son (Yellow Lab) Carter was going to die, perhaps in less than one week.

I asked our son, “What do you think we should do with Carter before he leaves us?”

“Take him for ice cream at Twistee Treat”, he said, without hesitating.

And that’s exactly what we did. In hind sight, that trivial post-it note probably didn’t need to be written. I mean, what Father would forget to do something as important as honoring this “last request”?

And then there’s the next question, “Why does this adult (50) still have a stupid little post-it note hanging on his office wall?”