As I enter the next phase of my life, I’ve come to realize none of us has any real control over the events that define us. Our ultimate purpose and impact come from how we embrace life’s moments. It’s in those moment’s that we hear God’s whispers and, if we are willing, act upon the opportunities that present themselves. This blog is a chronicle of how I’m redefining myself as I navigate the ever-changing moments of my life. Hopefully, my experiences will help each of you as engage in your own 3rd Act
Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything! Did you hear about the kidnapping at the park? They woke up. What do you call fake spaghetti? An impasta. Why did the tomato turn red? Because it saw the salad dressing. Why do chicken coops only have two doors? Because if they had four, they’d be a chicken sedan. Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged...
With all of the amazing things I’ve experienced and accomplished in my life, you’d think that entering my 3rd act would be a graceful and welcome process. If you thought that, you’d be incredibly wrong. My 3rd act so far has presented me with challenges to my health, my career, my family and my purpose. Since turning 50, I have experienced the death of my wife’s mother, father and twin sister...
Of course, I ALWAYS worry when someone says I “shouldn’t get too worried” about something. Since there was an MRI backlog, there wouldn’t be an an opening for weeks.
You know what they say: some things in life are bad. They can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse. When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, don’t grumble; give a whistle, and this’ll help things turn out for the best. – Monty Pyhon’s “The Life of Brian“ I woke up this morning with sore shoulders, a creaking knee and raging...
Since I am on the other side of my brain surgery, and still have about 1cm of tumor attached to my brain stem and facial nerve, I am constantly looking for the humor in my situation. So, I’ve become a collector of bad brain tumor and surgery sayings. I tried a few of these out on my caregivers at Duke – the Neuro-ICU nurses laughed. My surgeons just looked at me blankly… Here are some of my...
The name “Easter” is believed to have been derived from Eostre, the pagan goddess of spring and fertility. Easter is a moveable feast, meaning it is not fixed to a specific date on the calendar. It is always celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the spring equinox. The first Easter egg is said to have been given by the ancient Persians, who painted eggs to...
I’ve read that perfection is the enemy of progress. You can spend so much time focused on making sure everything is exemplary, that nothing ever gets truly done. At its core, this phenomenon is all about fear. We can spend so much of our lives shrouded in fear, that we are unable to experience the beauty of God’s moments. We fail to see, hear and ultimately embrace the quiet gifts He continually...