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The Boy Who Never Felt Pain

4/23/2024

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There once was a boy named Samuel who never felt pain. He would scrape a knee, and it would not hurt. He would bump his head very hard and not cry. “How lucky you are!” his friends would say. “I wish I never knew pain!” they complained.

Samuel was curious, however, and wondered what pain was all about. Certainly, he noticed when his friends were in pain because they would grimace and often cry. He thought, “Would I want that?" Of course he had no idea for he didn’t understand the concept of pain any more than a fish understands being in water. Samuel’s friends were confused about him. He could neither be described as a happy or sad fellow.

“Why not be happy?” everyone asked.

“Pain is not good, believe us!” they reminded him.

“Samuel must feel very fortunate.” they thought.

But how could Samuel be happy about not having pain if he didn’t know the sensation of pain? And neither was Samuel really sad because sadness itself was pain.

Samuel did not have the sensations everyone else had. He was never cold nor hot. He didn’t understand why his friends loved the warmth of a fire in the winter or the cool breezes of summer. Samuel enjoyed neither - just as one would not be particularly delighted about having a hammer if there were no nails to strike.

Samuel lived where the sun shone almost every day. When visitors told him how lovely the sunshine was, he replied, “Really?” Samuel had never traveled very far and the sun shining wasn’t any more exceptional than having air to breathe.

Something was missing for Samuel, but he didn’t know what it could be. Everyone wanted to be like him and to have what he had because everything seemed perfect for Samuel -- sunshine every day and never experiencing discomfort. Samuel, however, didn’t understand why people thought he was so fortunate – whatever being fortunate was.

Life to Samuel was the same every day. He didn’t know ‘good’ because he didn’t know ‘bad’. He wasn’t interesting because he had very few stories to tell. How could you have a story if you never experienced distress, or overcame it? He couldn’t contribute to conversations about how rain refreshed everything on a hot day, nor talk about the discomfort of a toothache or the incredible relief when the agony went away.

What was this life he seemed to be missing? Was he really fortunate? How could he ever know?
 
The Incident

One day, Samuel was walking home from school as storm clouds gathered. As he reached his house lightning struck a tree in his yard! Samuel was knocked down from the force of electricity exploding in the wood of the tree. When he awoke, he had a strange sensation. Samuel hurt! And he hurt a lot! He never knew this feeling before and, of course, he didn’t like it. Samuel’s parents had heard the lightning strike and found their son on the ground dazed. He was moaning as if in pain. They had never seen Samuel in pain!

They rushed him to the hospital and, fortunately, Samuel was not hurt badly. He would be okay, but something had happened to him. Indeed, Samuel was experiencing pain and wished he could be the old Samuel - without the ability to feel this horrible sensation. Samuel now knew what his friends were talking about.

His weakness and the chill in the hospital made him shiver. Never before had he sensed being cold! He was awash in sensations, and while uncomfortable, it was an awakening for him. A nurse placed a heated blanket on Samuel, and the warmth was exhilarating! Waves of emotion came over him! What was this about? Never before had he been overwhelmed with such relief and comfort! Gradually, Samuel’s aches and pains from ‘the incident’ went away. And the lack of pain was beautiful! He was always pain-free before the incident, only this time he loved not hurting! “Why didn’t I ever appreciate not hurting?” he wondered.
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After that day, everything changed. Samuel became like every other boy or girl. His encounter with the lightning strike gave him the gift of feeling and sensation allowing him to know he was, indeed, lucky when he didn’t have pain. He also now understood warmth because he had experienced cold.

Samuel’s life was now fuller! He had decisions to make because he learned about the consequences of decisions. Some opportunities would give him happiness but maybe risked pain or injury. Other choices would keep him safe, but he could possibly miss out on some fun. And now he knew about joy, and the warmth of a fire, and the refreshing feeling of cool breezes. Yes, he had to think more than he ever did before the incident, but thinking and choices made his life so much more interesting! Balance was a word he now understood. Samuel knew that undertaking tasks that may be uncomfortable or difficult could bring rewards to him which were joyful and fulfilling.

With his newfound thirst for knowledge and experiences, Samuel began traveling and found new challenges and interests everywhere he traveled. He went to a place where the rain was common! It was so lush and green there! When he first saw the rain, he danced in the street with his mouth open reveling in its coolness and its taste. The rain was so lovely to watch and the sound so soothing. But after three days of rain, he longed for the sunshine of his home. Samuel now knew why visitors mentioned how beautiful the sunshine was in the days before the incident!

Lessons from ‘The Incident’

The most significant lesson Samuel learned from his harrowing experience with the lightning strike was that life on a roller coaster is so much more interesting than life on a merry-go-round. He now knew the joy of overcoming obstacles, the feeling of relief, and the pride of meeting a challenge. He knew about limits and when to respect them and when to challenge them. He knew sacrifice is a temporary situation that will likely improve his life. And those that sacrifice now will reap the rewards and success of the future. Samuel now understood that a world of contrasts is a much more exciting place to live!

Life is defined by risks and experiences, good and bad. Without contrasts, there is nothing to measure or compare. There would be no such concept as perfection if everything were perfect. Ideas and action can be dangerous, but they are alive! Joy is not eternal sunshine and no pain. Joy is sunshine after the rain and your recovery from the pain. It’s the soothing warmth after a shuddering chill -- or the breathless relief when reaching the peak of a hill.  Joy comes from leaving some level of sorrow behind.

Yin and Yang are perfect partners because there is no Yin without Yang nor is there Yang without Yin! Samuel now understood pain but knew he would never want to be protected from the possibility of it. It was pain that taught him how good normal felt. It was pain that told him something was not right and should be attended to. And he knew the more he learned about life, the better prepared he would be to avoid pain - and to find happiness.

Samuel grew up to be happier than any of the friends, those who thought he was lucky in the days before he felt no pain. For he understood better than any of them that life without challenges is not perfect and entirely uninspiring. He knew that real happiness is striving for something. Happiness is a state of mind that comes from having a purpose and pursuing it! No, Samuel didn’t like pain, but he understood its tremendous value. His life was now an adventure!
 
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​Success is a Series of Failures Interrupted by Persistence

11/29/2021

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Premise:

With a goal that burns deep within you, with the perseverance of a honey badger, and knowing the path required to get to that goal, you will get make it! This I know because I lived it. The formula is simple, ((Goal + Path) x Perseverance) = Success. The very difficult part is obtaining the terms within that formula.


Why is success so difficult?

Not everyone has a goal. Those that do have a goal may not know the path (or have a plan) to get there. Having those key parts of the equation is a wonderful start, but it will all fall apart without perseverance.
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I feel strongly that parents can be key factors in a child obtaining this formula and seeing it through!


For those of you who are not fans of math, I have a story to share:
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This recent West Point graduate (2019) is Alex Idrache. He grew up in a slum in Haiti, and he tells the story of how U.S. soldiers were deployed to his neighborhood following the earthquake there several years ago. He says their presence was the first experience of "hope" he recalls in his childhood.

He remembers looking at his dad and asking him who the people were that were helping. His dad looked at him and said, "They are American soldiers." He looked back at his father and said, "One day, I will be an American soldier." His father knew the situation in Haiti was unworkable and tried for several years to obtain a visa to come to the United States. After being denied for several years, he was finally granted a spot in Baltimore. He purchased a ticket on a boat for his family and left Haiti. They arrived and Alex, remembering his dream in the slum several years prior, looked for a way to join the U.S. Army. He found a national guard program that allowed him to join the Army in exchange for citizenship. He didn't hesitate.

After a series of fortunate occurrences, he was given one of the few spots at West Point for prior enlisted soldiers. Despite his severe lack of formal education, he graduated as an honor graduate (top 5% physically and academically) and the top student in the Physics Department. This picture was taken just prior to tossing his hat in the air, the realization of a dream that began 10 years ago in a slum in Port-au-Prince. 

If he can do this, what can you do for yourself, or for your child?
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Lessons from 'The Cat's in the Cradle'

1/18/2021

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The following was a Facebook post submitted by a friend of mine just last week. He was born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1948, came to the USA in 1971 after finishing college and serving one year military duty.  He and his wife moved to Shanghai permanently in year 2000 after 30 years in the US, retiring to Taiwan in 2016. A very successful engineering entrepreneur, his highest honor is raising his two sons and daughter, all very successful. He now has 5 grandchildren and even with an ocean between them, they remain very close!

​His post struck me, so I asked permission to share it on my blog, 'Helping Fathers to be Dads'... because his post was perfectly about that topic!

Thank you James Yeh! An awesome Dad!


January 13th, 2021
​James Yeh

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ever heard of this song (released in 1974) until much later introduced by a good friend. Never understood the connection between the song title and its lyrics. And Chapin even said “Frankly, this song scared me to death.”

We started going to our children’s home games when they played soccer, basketball, then baseball and football, plus concerts and recitals. Soon we went to all their away games too, and I volunteered to be their team videographer.
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When our children graduated from college, got married and moved away, we stayed in touch thanks to all the social media. When we were in China and Taiwan, they always found time to visit us, and came back to join us in celebrating grandparents’ big birthdays and attending funeral services.

Spend time with your children when they were young, and they will spend time with you when you get old! (Emphasis added). There’s so much truth to this song, and it’s not scary at all.


The Cat's in the Cradle​
Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away

And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad, you know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon

When you coming home dad, I don't know when
But we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said "Thanks for the ball dad, come on let's play, can you teach me to throw?"
I said "Not today, I got a lot to do", he said "That's okay"

And he, he walked away but his smile never dimmed and said
"I'm gonna be like him, yeah, you know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you coming home, dad, I don't know when
But we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

Well he came from college just the other day
So much like a man, I just had to say
"Son I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile

"What I'd really like dad, is to borrow the car keys"
"See you later, can I have them please?"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon

When you coming home, son, I don't know when
But we'll get together then, dad
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time"

"You see, my new job's a hassle and the kid's got the flu"
"But it's sure nice talking to you, dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you coming home, son, I don't know when
But we'll get together then, dad
We're gonna have a good time then

​Songwriters: S. Chapin, H. Chapin

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Remembering the Joy of Family!

7/13/2020

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Family life is a potpourri of ups and downs, good and bad, joy and disappointments. Amazingly, however, we can filter out the bad, wrap it up and toss it out like yesterday’s leftovers – at least most of the time! What we must hang onto are the good times, the memories that make us smile, and the love that revolves around us. I find it amazing how much I have forgotten when I look back on photos and videos that define beautiful moments than often cannot be duplicated, for our children continue to grow, and we age.

With that said, get out your smart phone and use it to record your life with family. Unlike the past, we don’t have to carry a heavy phone around – or forget the little pocket camera that has film in it from 1986. That one extra step of developing your Kodachrome kept many memories from being shared. No longer!

Take as many photos and videos as you like. Pick the best of the best and delete the rest. Make collages or movies. It’s fun and simple! I use iMovie for simple things (it’s free). I use Movavi Video Editor for more complex projects. It’s very flexible allowing your personality to show through. You can add music, dramatic effects, voice-overs. and comments, etc.
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Below is a video of numerous photos and movie clips I’ve taken over the years of my family using Movavi. I added an awesome song by ‘Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors’ entitled “FAMILY” and matched our family photos to the words. It is now a treasured keepsake and will be watched for years, including the children of my grandchildren!


ENJOY! And remember the #powerofdadhood

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Kids Need a Wingman and a Parachute Packer

5/11/2020

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In the Cold War, I flew the B-52 Stratofortress, a nuclear equipped bomber. If attacked, requiring the United States to strike back at our aggressor, we would have been the first to go. We were, so to speak, the tip of the spear. But that tip would go nowhere without the long solid shaft that allowed that spear to be carried forward. Maintenance, security, supply, transportation, food services, fueling, trainers, medical, and life support, all these, and those I may have regretfully not included, were the shaft. With any one of those support areas missing, the shaft would be broken, and the tip of the spear totally worthless.
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During the Cold War, there was also a 'Hot' war in Southeast Asia where lives were lost and saved. The following is a true story of the teamwork that typifies the actions necessary to complete any mission—two teammates who met many years later that didn't even know each other personally.

​Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!
One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said,' You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down.

'How in the world did you know that?' asked Plumb.

'I packed your parachute,' the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, 'I guess it worked!'


Plumb assured him, 'It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today.

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, 'I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.' Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, 'Who's packing your parachute?' Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.  As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.

I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute. And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours!

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word to us. Maybe this could explain it! When you are busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do - you forward jokes. And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.

So, my friend, the next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

So dear friends, we are just helping you pack your parachute and thank each of you way have helped us pack our parachute.
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The lesson here is of unsung heroes!  Families succeed because of unsung heroes. When a man or woman has a child, they must think of that child as the tip of a spear, not for war, but for their struggle entering a world in which they must survive. A mom, dad, and siblings are the shaft that makes their struggle more or less difficult. Like the true story above, parents must provide the means to survive when hard times come about, as they always seem to do. Be the one that packs their parachute – a parachute that just might save them, allowing them to try another day because failure will come as one reaches for higher goals.

Another analogy from military aviation is to have one cover your 'six,' meaning to watch your back. That was the job of a wingman in the military. Your kids need a wingman too! Just out of sight, but watching closely, looking for threats!

​#powerofdadhood

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My Password to Memories

4/27/2020

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PictureThe church steeples I meditated on as an 8-yr-old from street level. The building has been torn down.
Distant memory is like an out-of-focus photograph. “Is that Grandma in the background, or is it Aunt Jane?”
“I’m not sure, but that house is definitely on fire!”  

People will argue whether that is Grandma or Aunt Jane even though some details don’t matter in the bigger picture. Unless, of course, one of them is suspected of arson.

I have a memory of sitting on a desk in a police station when I was a toddler. I had been found wandering around unattended, and while the police looked for my parents, I was sucking on a red lollipop. But was it red? It doesn’t matter really. But my mother says it was my brother who was lost at the police station. More important than whether it was me or my brother is the ‘fact’ that I had that memory, and it had some significance. Now that memory is more than 60 years old. Why have I clung to it, while I can’t remember what I did yesterday? It is interesting to me, but I will likely never know why.

My brothers and sisters are always recounting stories of things I did to them as their older brother. I often was in charge of them while my mother worked and my father was places unknown. Was I really that mean? I suppose I was because my only tool back then was fear, like a bear standing tall and fiercely growling. The real story may not be my lousy babysitting techniques, but the fact we were in that situation.

Some things are burned in your memory so deeply, you can recall every detail. At least that’s how it feels. I remember waking up very early as a nine-year-old looking out of the window at the pyramid shaped twin towers of a Polish church across I-70. The background was a pinkish-orange sky almost free of clouds. It was quiet, even with the highway next door. It must have been a Sunday. I remember that moment because it was so different than the chaos of living with five younger siblings. I didn’t know about meditation then, but I think that is what I was doing.

Memory is enhanced when it involves something out of the ordinary. My first train ride, my first kiss, my first jet solo, my wedding, the births of my children. I’ll never forget walking home from my job as a carhop at 17 years of age at 2 AM in the morning. There was a gravesite next to the road, high enough on a hill to see the silhouettes of gravestones against the moonlit fog. Already in a state of nervous anticipation, a pack of 3-4 dogs came charging upon me, snarling and barking at my heels! I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t outrun them so I stood steady as they circled, seeming to dare me. Fear! Eventually, I started taking small steps with them still at my heels. Finally, they became bored with me and left. What relief!

These are extraordinary events, easy to recall. But I also remember taking a photo of my first niece, maybe one-year-old, playing in clover over 47 years ago. It’s somewhere, but it is also in my head. Then there was the time I sat in Forest Park in St. Louis watching construction workers build a tall condo building across from its western border. I just sat there as a fourth-grader, mesmerized. I must have done things like that dozens of times, but that moment is stamped in my head. It was summer, the trees were full and waving in the breeze, and I sat on a hill alone, and watched. But I don’t remember my first day in high school or where I lived half my life. We moved often.

My memories as an adult are much more pleasant than my childhood, but I still struggle with my memory. I always have, so it’s not just my age. Because of that, I take a lot of photos, especially of family! Looking at older pictures, I am reminded, not just of the photo, but the day the photo was taken. That tells me that our brain is like a computer’s memory. I never want to forget the growing stages of my grandchildren. If I waited too long, I may forget. So I take photos.The info is there, you just need to know how to find it.

Photos are my password to memories. 

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It Depends on What You Mean by 'Happy'

1/13/2020

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I don’t think being happy should be a goal - unless you’re a kid. I believe happy should be a result or by-product of something worthwhile. Here are my beliefs on happiness within a family!

When I was a young boy, there was not much to be happy about. But there were a few months I look back on that were simply joyous! The key to my contentment in those few months was being carefree. For a child, being carefree is synonymous with happiness. But what allows a child to be carefree discounting their groans of ‘who gets to go first,’ or ‘that’s not fair’? Its parents loving, nurturing, and protecting them - and each other.

Parents, on the other hand, don’t have the luxury of being carefree. Having a family to protect and raise is one of life’s most precious gifts and most harrowing responsibilities. Aristotle said, “Happiness depends upon ourselves.” I’m assuming Aristotle intended this quote for adults because most kids are not ready for that kind of mature thinking. Adults do have to depend on themselves to do what’s right and accept what they can’t control. So how do parents find happiness? I believe they find it by successfully meeting their responsibilities and goals!

The following is an excerpt from a memoir I am currently writing. I use it here to demonstrate the pure happiness I had as a child, and why it happened for a few months in 1958 when I was eight-years-old.


The House with a Big Tree

“He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”
~ Johann von Goethe, German poet

I wonder about the reminiscences of those who were fortunate enough to have somewhat more conventional families and lives. What stayed with them? Do those memories make them smile? If it’s anything like the few months we lived in a small house with a big tree in Caseyville, Illinois, then I understand how wonderful it can be to live happily with an unburdened heart creating memories to cherish!

My personal Shangri-La passed much too quickly in the late 1950s. I remember the joy, the carefree feelings of waking in the morning, and promptly running outside to find my friends, not willing to miss one minute of fun being outdoors. There were times when I didn’t want to go home for lunch because I didn’t want to interrupt the joy. I remember the house, the curving, dead-end, street on which we lived, and the big tree which we climbed; it may have been an oak shading our front yard. I remember my brown and white, shaggy mutt, named Frisky, and how he would meet me halfway between the school bus stop and home. I had a bike and friends with which to ride. Nothing ever planned, but each day burst with activity for my brother Steve and me. At that particular time in my childhood, home life was what ‘normal’ was for most. I had a brother two years younger, two toddler sisters, and a newborn brother. My mom stayed at home with us, and my dad worked as a truck driver for a decent salary. We rented a small but comfortable four-room house with station wagon less than five years old in the driveway. Most importantly, however, I remember that there was something near peacefulness in my home.
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It was during this short period of family bliss in Caseyville, Illinois that a rare, almost unique, father-son occasion occurred that I will never forget. I had somehow discovered a love of baseball. Up to this time, I had rarely played in pick-up games, but I enjoyed following the St. Louis Cardinals in the ‘Big Show.’ I always listened to their games on the radio, visualizing the action the voices were describing. The discussions between plays taught me the game and a love of conversation. One night my mom suggested to my dad to take me to watch the Cardinals at Sportsman’s Park, recently renamed Busch Stadium for the new owner, August Busch. To actually see the ballpark and players described every summer night by Harry Caray rarely crossed my mind. It was my make-believe world! One evening, my father surprisingly accepted my Mom’s request and took me to see the Cardinals play. Not surprisingly, we got there late and left early. Dad was not a sports fan in the least, but I was so thankful that he took me!

Beyond my expectations were the beautiful, lush, green grass on the field, the size of the enormous scoreboard in left field, and an impressive Anheuser-Busch sign with an eagle poking his head through an ’A’ that prominently flapped its wings when a Cardinal hit a home run. I don’t remember the Cardinals opponents that night, but I do remember seeing outfielder Wally Moon hit a home run, prompting the eagle to flap its stuttering wings atop the scoreboard while a bright red bird flew neon- sign-to-neon-sign behind the left-field stands. It was a special night! To this day, I struggle to talk openly about this memory without welling and tearing up.

 

I stop there because I want to stay positive. This wonderful time of my childhood came about for two reasons. 1) My father had stopped drinking and was taking care of his family. 2) Because of this sober hiatus of his, I was allowed to be carefree. The fairy tale didn’t last because he started being irresponsible once more, and the carefree days gave in to worry. The few months of bliss was due to a simple formula – responsible parents allowing kids to be carefree.

Summary

I think blind, unadulterated, unearned happiness is for children to enjoy – i.e., when the circumstances allow it. For parents, there is work to do because there is no earned happiness without overcoming challenges. But being a parent is the perfect challenge to seize upon, working through frustrations, hard days and nights, crises, and multiple failures. Then seeing the rewards coming on the other side of all that, happiness will be assured. I know just seeing my children and grandchildren happy is all I need!

Happiness is not getting a full-house; it’s getting a house that’s full of love and caring. It is simply a by-product of doing something good for another.

​#powerofdadhood
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​Escape through Planning, A Short Story

9/30/2019

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Sometimes we feel trapped. Trapped by circumstances that make us feel weak and frustrated. This challenge is true for parents and their children. The first step necessary to escape from this feeling or circumstance is to have a goal, something for which to strive. Usually, a goal involves a specific desired situation, but sometimes a goal is just relief.

To escape any situation or to move to a better situation, you must have a plan. A convict who wants to escape from prison studies guard schedules, finds or fabricates tools, coordinates with outside forces, creates trusts, any myriad of things to find the plan the will best work to escape. But without a plan that continues after the escape, he will end up right back in prison.

Escape from my childhood chaos eventually became a reality because I had a plan. I didn’t consciously say to myself, “I need a plan”, but fortunately I had a broad, loose plan that worked. Basically, the unconscious plan was, ‘you become what you think about’, and with those thoughts, you hope you are helped by providence to do the things that will get you there. Outside of that, I had no real plan nor did I understand its significance, but before a plan there must be a goal. Escape, as it inspired the convict, in itself is a goal! And a darned good one because escape infers you are someplace you don’t want to be.
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In my book, ‘The Power of Dadhood’, I wrote about four steps to reach a goal.
  1. Know yourself well. Know and accept your desires and capabilities.
  2. Decide clearly and honestly where you want to go.
  3. Develop a plan to get there.
  4. Have the right attitude to keep your plan in action.

Expanding on the above:
  1. It’s essential to know yourself well! That means not overstating or understating your abilities. You’re not going to be an astronaut if you have bad eyesight, nor will you be an astronaut if you think you are not astronaut material (even if you are).
  2. Deciding where you want to go is the goal. As stated, it must be clear and an honest desire. Without those qualities, you are very unlikely to reach that goal.
  3. Planning is where most people fail. They want but don’t act. They act but act inconsistently or in the wrong direction. Or they act in the right direction but give up at the first failure. All plans must have room for failure baked in. Actions include reactions - positive reactions!​
  4. Attitude is the force the pushes the plan through. It is the reaction that overcomes failure. If you lose a positive attitude, you lose….period.

A Short Story of Escape

In my transition from a meek, nervous kid, to an officer flying jet aircraft for the US Air Force, I loosely employed every step above. By loosely, I mean I didn’t know these things when I was a kid. No one had taught me these things. 
  • I did not know myself well. I undervalued myself immensely. But I did have a burning desire.
  • Here I was strong. I knew clearly and honestly, where I wanted to go. I wanted to be a pilot!
  • I had no plan. I had no idea how I was going to become a pilot. What I did have were two things that served as my plan for many years. I thought about it all the time. And I think ‘you become what you think about’. Secondly, I did my best in school. It was the only thing I had control over – and it served me well.
  • Attitude – I didn’t have the best attitude because I was so unsure of myself. But attitude comes in many forms. My attitude was fueled by my desire. Desire pushed me forward, but it did not fill me with confidence. That made it a difficult journey. Nevertheless, my schooling kept my plan in action until help arrived. Magically, support seems to arrive to help anyone who works towards a reasonable goal with determination and demonstrated effort and unending desire. My help came in the form of an academic scholarship to college. The scholarship allowed me to join Air Force ROTC, then the Air Force, then USAF Undergraduate Pilot Training. I got the wings I had dreamed of as a little boy.
Summary
I was very fortunate to reach my goal. It all could have been so much easier, and I may have gone further had I had help and direction. My father was absent by choice, and my mother was absent by necessity. The good fortune of having a goal made my escape successful. And, speaking of goals, the goal of this article is to make parents aware that they can teach their children helping them to help themselves. Any child that can understand and follow the advice above will surely have a force behind them. Not only a force of knowledge, but the resources of caring parents.

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Try Like Hell, But Don’t Give a Damn!

4/1/2019

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PictureMe in my Undergraduate Pilot Training Days.
I did it all wrong! I almost blew the dream I had since I was a little boy. Fighting my way through the multiple schools I attended, dealing with introversion and extreme shyness, I had received a college degree, joined the military, and had been accepted into USAF Undergraduate Pilot Training (UPT). Since I was old enough to imagine, I wanted to fly. No, not like Superman, but like Charles Lindbergh or Chuck Yeager. That dream was the driving force that fought against my doubts of having the chance or ability to be a pilot. But now I had the opportunity I had been fighting for! I was at Laughlin, AFB in Texas with my shiny gold Second Lieutenant bars ready to be trained as an Air Force pilot. I would actually be flying jets!

Perhaps you can understand my enthusiasm and single-minded aspiration if you ever wanted something so desperately. I was on the cusp of a dream I always imagined, but one I never could convince myself would really happen. Now that I was here, it meant everything to me. I gave a damn! I gave a BIG damn, and that would become a problem. The ‘giving too much of a damn’ was complicated with the ever-recurrent doubts about myself. It was my first time away from home, and I was competing with mostly Air Force Academy graduates, young men who had been away from home and in the military atmosphere daily for four years. My lack of confidence was palpable and it fought against my desire.

Now, giving a damn about something would seem to be a characteristic that would be helpful, if not critical. I certainly believe this. However, to allow your passion to become a fear of failure is to cloud what you need to do to achieve it. Giving a damn can covertly defeat your goal by becoming a distraction. I allowed worry to occupy my mind instead of constant, intense, preparation -- not that I didn’t think I was preparing. On reflection, however, I did not ‘try like hell’ to study smartly, using every advantage available and forgetting my competition. I didn’t know what I was doing to myself! How crazy was this?

You cannot concentrate and worry at the same time. You can’t be a good shortstop if you are worrying about making an error. Philosophy of life and living was not a strength of mine back then. Because this is a blog about the importance of fatherhood, I mention that not having my father around contributed to the doubts I had about myself. He could have counseled or mentored me, and maybe I would have approached flight training with a different attitude. If I had been my father, I would have told myself to take care of business then accept the results. That advice is precisely what “try like hell, but don’t give a damn” means.

Of course, you should always give a damn about what you think is important. You do that best by setting a goal and doing what is necessary to achieve it. Once you have dedicated yourself to your best effort, forget about what the results may bring. The result of your best efforts will be what you deserve given your talents and competition. Most every time, this attitude will find success. If it does not, then you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! Acceptance of results after doing your very best is not difficult. It may be disappointing but not in the least devastating. Devastation is when you realize you missed out on something very important to you because you didn’t approach it fully armed with all you have. Something that almost happened to me!

I was lucky! After being at the bottom of my class in the first half of UPT (T-37 aircraft), I was in the top third of my class in the second half of UPT (T-38 aircraft). Time and experience helped me, but I still had much to learn about my approach to challenges. Eventually, with more angst than necessary, I got my silver wings, and it remains the very best job I ever had. I actually was paid to do what I would have paid them to do if I had the money.

I know I would have been a better student and pilot had I known what I should have known. And that is this - You can only control what you have control over. When you allow your mind to be cluttered with things you don’t have in your control, then you’ll be placing yourself at a disadvantage. Everyone has influence over the results in their life, but they don’t have control of the results themselves when competition and/or standards exist. Therefore, don’t give a damn about the results, don’t focus on them, just try like hell to influence those results to the best of your ability.

A Dad’s Role

As a father, you can be such a positive influence and indisputable force for your family! If you feed, clothe, and shelter your children, that is only the minimum requirements of fatherhood. Unfortunately, even these minimums are too often not met. But a Dad - an involved and nurturing father - can be the rock that his children need. He can explain concepts like “Try like hell, but don’t give a damn!” to help his children in their approach to the challenges they will certainly and necessarily meet throughout their lives. The Power of Dadhood is not only strong, but it has such powerful leverage! Just the simplest acts of love and nurturing will result in many multiples of wonder and success for the children of real Dads! A smile, a wink, a pat on the back, a suggestion, a correction, even a reprimand are all tools, and the magic wands, of Dadhood!

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