Archive for May, 2013

With Honor

May 27, 2013

With Honor

What can an individual do to honor our brave today and everyday as a routine way of life?

If you think about the qualities that comprise a warrior, a peacemaker, or a first responder, you can get a sense of the answer…

Character counts in everything we do…

Courage enables us to step up, whether it be to act in the face of danger or to face up to an injustice…

Integrity defines how we handle responsibility, civility, and our interactions with other people, as well as how we manage life’s challenges and consistently face the man in the mirror, with whom change begins and the buck always stops…

Humanism explains a unique quality within our species that guides us toward compassion, fellowship, soft power or, sometimes, conflict. Wisdom tells us which response is appropriate…

Faith in something greater than oneself paints our souls with grace and conscience; humility reminds us that we are but specks among giant stars in a vast expanding universe we can barely begin to explain…

The people we honor today and those we admire daily are either born with these qualities or are nurtured to develop them. They are taught, mentored, coached, parented, lead, liberated, and encouraged.

Many become warriors; others grow into teachers, care givers, peace professionals, volunteers, or simply good citizens and neighbors. Collectively, they are the keystones of community, the greater good, the first to be there in celebration and in need.

You need not win a medal or an election, make the news, acquire or create great wealth, or become a household name to be one to epitomize these qualities (which are sadly often missing among those kinds of achievers), or to honor those unique people we pause in memory of today.

It is within each of us, and we see it all the time in large and small examples, in major events and fleeting moments, with fanfare or in anonymity.

Whether we call it being human, bearing an old soul, or just “getting it,” it matters that we manifest this coded good, which nature has infused within us.

It is worthy of our conscience celebration in all of us; it is especially a requisite that we honor those who died on battlefields so that we may live to carry on those qualities that make us great as a people and as a nation. We will honor them again today…

.. and we will exercise our own inherent goodness in everyday life, in service to our communities, neighborhoods, circles of friends and colleagues, and, of course, our families. What greater legacy can we offer? And the good news is we are all capable.
We are capable of always acting with class — of never demeaning someone cast beneath us by society in some trivial pecking order that values the glib over the good and the haves over the have-nots; of treating every person with respect; of remaining positive; of maintaining a healthy and humble perspective; of loving and giving at every possible turn in the long winding road of our life journey; of getting back up one time more than we fall. With honor.




I had a good cry…

May 11, 2013

I had a good cry this morning, and that’s OK.  It was around 8 a.m.  I sat at the kitchen table alone. XM’s Coffee House played acoustic covers.  I was exhausted and short of breath, even light-headed a bit.  My bones ached.  My food tasted bland.  I put my hands to my forehead, leaned forward and cried.  Really wept.  134 pounds this morning and still waiting to begin IV nourishment and continue cancer treatment.  They keep setting me up but so far no fix.  They keep billing me as though I am rich.  Insurance plays its games, and my sweet wife endures the stress of the financials in all of this.

So I cried hard.  I prayed.  I let it all out.  My nose ran.  Frisbee empathized; he lay at my feet.  The sun and rain competed for my view.  Birds sang.  Breezes blew.  

Then I stopped weeping and moved on.  That is what you do — you move on.

I did dishes and put my kitchen sink homemade vegetarian chili on in the crock pot slow cooker.  I wrote.  I did emails and checked ball scores.  I facebooked.

I took my meds and vitas.  I took a call from the nurse who will train us on my pick line IV today.  I wrapped a Mother’s Day gift for my wife.  

Now I am ready to nap.  But I’m smiling, not crying.