The quote “Excuses are the nails used to build a house of failure” was displayed prominently in the weight room of my high school. It was a reminder that a new era was coming. That no longer would the same lame excuses of the past be acceptable anymore. The truth is, though, that we all have excuses. No matter where you go and who you meet, everyone has some type of excuse. Some type of reason why they can’t do something or why things didn’t go the way they were planned. There is an attitude that if the excuse is good enough, then somehow, someway, we will be spared from the results. We will be justified in some way shape or form.
I would like to think that since my diagnosis that I haven’t made any excuses for anything, but I know that would be a complete lie for me say that. I love being in the outdoors, hiking, climbing, skiing, mt. biking, etc. I think in some ways I have curbed back on pushing the limits in these types of endeavors. Granted on the outside, I am still climbing and doing some really cool things. Since surgery, I have climbed 10 of the top 100 highest peaks in the state of Washington, I have completed an adventure race, I did a multi-pitch rock climb of the Sharkfin Tower in the North Cascades, all of this along with countless hikes and trips to lesser known peaks and areas. But despite all of this, the truth is that I bailed in many cases; I passed up the sharp in of the rope on the Sharkfin Tower and didn’t lead. On a trip up Rainier, I turned around at 12,500 ft. Granted I was moving slow and we were trying to make it to the top in a single push, but still I choose to turn around instead of to push on. It was always easy to say that it was “too soon” after treatment, or I am not sure how I would perform no that I am on “anti-seizure drugs”.
Excuses allow us to escape failure without having to deal with the blame. Excuses shield us for the wrath of failure. Without question, everyone hates failure, especially me. It sucks to fail. I will admit it, one of my biggest fears in life is failure. Excuses mask the pain of failure. The better the excuse the less pain we have to feel because we are able to move part of the blame from our feet and place them on the excuse. It works great in our society. When we fail, it’s always some else’s fault. Just like the ref’s lost the Superbowl for the Hawks back in 2005. For me, I have been given the excuse of all excuses: brain cancer. It pretty much covers all of the bases. It’s cancer, so I have all of the excuses that someone with cancer has. But it’s also in my head, so any mental issues or gaffs, can be whisked away due to brain cancer as well. It is the excuse that can cover everything.
This past summer we were on vacation up in the Canadian Rockies and staying at Lake Louise. Jess, the boys and I were heading back to our hotel from completing a 12 mile hike. I was with Colby and Jess has hiking next to Cade, just ahead of us. I forget how we got onto the conversation, anyhow Colby looks at me and says “you can’t run as far as mom can.” Now it is 100% true the Jessica owns the fastest marathon and half-marathon times, as she is fast and an incredible runner. And no, I haven’t been able to keep up with her for quite some time. But I hold the lead in the longest run category as I have completed 3 ultra-marathons, including a 50 miler. But really I sort of “stopped” racing and training in 2009. Thus too long ago for my boys to really remember that stuff. Really what they remember from recent history is a dad who was constantly exhausted and worn out from surgery and chemo. 2014 represents really the first time since not only diagnosis, but also even a year before that, where I am finally feeling as good and strong as I was prior to all of this. In hindsight looking back, I was for sure impacted by Goliath in 2010 and 2011 – I just didn’t know what was going on at the time. But there were many signs that are obvious now, that showed I was just not right. Colby provided a wake-up call to me. As I really have been afraid of putting myself out there, taking a risk, setting a goal and working towards something. Brain cancer has become my excuse. An excuse to avoid any chance of failure. An excuse to avoid any possibility of not measuring up. The truth is, it a pretty good excuse. It goes something like this:
“What’s your excuse?”
“I have brain cancer.”
“Are you in remission?”
“No, I can’t be in remission.”
“Is there a cure?”
Case closed, that excuse wins out every single time. It works for every circumstance and situation.
But Colby provided me with a wonderful reminder of this. A reminder that using cancer as an excuse not to push and not to dream is not the way to live. It’s just not. It’s not acceptable and I am glad I have an almost ten year-old that is able to challenge his dad to be better. It was the first call that it is time for me to have my own personal “Gauntlet”.
About a month later, I was able to go for a hike with an old hiking pal of mine, Jason Boyle. He is a fellow “crazy” and has done some 25 mile plus hikes with me, hiked through the night and other kinds of things that most people think is insane. He used to be my neighbor, but now lives in Alaska and was in town for a meeting. We hiked up Tiger Mountain. He suggested that I run the Orcas Island 50K. Many years ago, we ran the North Face 50K when it was held on Cougar Mountain. The Orcas Island 50K, so its 31.6 miles and features over 8,500 ft of elevation gain. It sells out every year, so there is a lottery process, thus you also need to be lucky to get in! After hanging out with him, I left that was the second “call-out” of me using excuses not to challenge myself anymore. Thus the “Gauntlet” challenge has been borne and not it is time for me to stop hiding behind excuses, time to push myself again and time to move forward and stop using the excuse of brain cancer to hide behind.
“You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh
Or you can come to terms and realize
You’re the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense” PJ
I put my name in the lottery and got it. The Race will be held on February 7th 2015. And the training has already started. And no matter what, moving forward, Goliath is not any excuse anymore…
September 20th, was the 2014 Seattle Brain Cancer Walk. Once again I captained Team Defeat Goliath. Although this year I decided to just go with my own team. The past few years I have teamed with the Chris Elliot Fund to join forces and resources. The past two years we had over 250 people walk and raised over $40,000 dollars. Not too shabby. But this year I wanted it to be a little bit more personal. I wanted to know everyone walking with me. And I didn’t want to feel the pressure of organizing, coordinating and getting tons of folks to donate. I really just wanted to go with friends and family and just enjoy the event and the people. It turned out to be a perfect day! Team Defeat Goliath ended up with around 70 walkers, we raised over $2,000. But to top it off, I had a wonderful day.
I just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who came and walked and all of those who donated to the cause, and those that just shared my story to hopefully raise awareness to brain cancer. Really that is the first thing that needs to happen. Enough people need to care about this disease in order to bring real change. Compared to other types of cancers, brain cancer is vastly under funded. Especially if you consider the mortality rate associated with it.
But off of my soap box and back to the day. It began with my name being drawn in the raffle for teams that had raised at least $750. I won two Delta Airline tickets. Pretty awesome way to start things out! Then I was able to partake in the walk surrounded by some incredible people who were all there to support me and this crazy journey that I have been on the past three years. Three years- it is pretty crazy to think it as been almost three years since my first seizure and then the MRI that revealed the presence of Goliath in my head.
For me the walk always brings out some emotions for me. One of those is guilt.
Guilt: I have often heard stories of people who survive a life threatening event, in which others lose their lives, but they make it through. Only to be gripped with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. They don’t understand why they survived, while others perished. For me that feeling of guilt is real. At times I struggle with it. As I have mentioned many times in my blog, I am lucky. My type of tumor is one of the type you would choose if you were told that you must choose a type of brain cancer. Granted, there currently is no cure for me and I still have a part of Goliath in my head – which requires continual MRI’s and daily seizure medication, but my tumor is slow growing and even the stats aren’t that bad as compared to most other types. Yes I am lucky.
Through my journey, I have met many others in the area who have a form of brain cancer. And in almost every case, my type of cancer is less aggressive and by the numbers, I have a better life expectancy then they do. Many are measured in months, yet I am measured in years. The people, that’s what makes the walk so special to me. I love touching base with some incredible survivors. I was talking to a fellow brain cancer warrior, whom I actually helped as a client in dealing with some financial issues that had arisen due to their battle with cancer. Which was challenging in its own right. Helping a fellow warrior prepare for the worst case possibility really sucks. At the walk, I was informed that the tumor is back and a third surgery is two weeks away. Two children younger than mine are involved with this family. Heart breaking. The guilt is gripping, why him and not me? After the walk a group of us went over to the Seattle Armory (the Centerhouse) and had a bite to eat. A fellow brain cancer warrior, whom I had not met before, came over and took a picture of our group. She asked who we were walking for, of course the answer is me. She asked me “So how long did they give you?” Guilt grasped me. I was never given a number by my doctors as I am beyond a point where they could make any kind of logical guess. But when you look at the stats, the answer is 12 years. She was given less then 12 months. She has a GBM, which is the death tumor. She is now at over 5 years. Again why her and not me. I felt like I was not worthy to call myself a survivor. 12 years versus 12 months! That is not in the same stratosphere. Yes I feel guilt. Why am I a lucky one? The cards I have been dealt suck, but they are good enough to stay in the game for quite some time. Long enough to maybe even get lucky and win the whole pot in the end.
Reality: One of my favorite parts of the walk is when they call up all of the survivors on stage for a picture. I love feeling the energy and strength of such a strong group of people. It is awesome. But at the same time, it is a huge dose of reality. There is a reason why I am here, a reason why I walk, a reason why I am on that stage. I have brain cancer. Yes I am living with brain cancer. Most of the time it doesn’t really register with me. I try to live my life as I always have. Screw the cancer, it won’t control my life. That moment on the stage is the reminder that Goliath is still here. He is still in my life, and I will continue to have to monitor him forever. It’s the blow to the jaw that says “You are not at this event because it’s wonderful and raises funds to help people, but you are here because you are living this, you have brain cancer. And we are raising money because there is no cure.” I will be honest, shortly after I left that stage, tears started to flow. Especially as I walked back to my two boys. I was hit on the head with the reality that I have a terminal disease.
Emotions are good. They help to remind us that we are all real people, we are fallible, that things matter, that there is more to this life then we know. It reminds us of what is important and helps us to battle on through the ups and downs of life. They connect us to others and bind us all as one. They are important.
Once again the walk was a huge success, thanks to all of you who lift me up and support myself and my family.
It’s September, which means that school has started, the Seahawks are playing again, the days are getting shorter, its getting colder at nights, and of course it’s time for the Seattle Brain Cancer Walk. It’s Saturday September 20th at the Seattle Center, start time is at 9am. Once again Team Defeat Goliath will be there. This will be my 3rd brain cancer walk as November will be my 3 year mark since being diagnosed with brain cancer. Over the past 2 years over 240 people have joined with Team Defeat Goliath and $40,000 has been raised. The funds from the walk go to support the Ivy Brain Cancer Center, which is at Swedish Hospital. The funds typically stay local, so you can feel good that not only do the funds go directly to finding a cure, but they also stay in the Northwest. The man heading up the Center is Dr. Charles Cobbs, who is a brilliant surgeon, an oncologist and also is doing research and clinical trials. He is the type of person you want to fund, as he is the kind of person that really can find a cure.
The walk is a special event for me. It allows me to feel tons of love and support. I don’t feel alone. It also is a place to connect with others in the same battle as me. I can share struggles, fears and triumphs. Its a time for hope, for high fives, a time to reflect, and a time to celebrate life. It is a truly great event. Although I realize it also can be difficult. This year, tragically, there will be some faces whom I know, who are no loner with us to walk. Also unfortunately I will know some new faces, where this will be their first walk, who have gotten the difficult news of a brain cancer diagnosis. These things can make the walk difficult as well as uplifting.
If you would like to join Team Defeat Goliath that would be awesome! You can register to walk, you can donate to the cause, or you can just share this message to people around you who may have been touched in some way by this disease. All of it can help! Thanks for your support!
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I look forward to seeing you at the walk!
Ever since I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, I have always said that I am extremely lucky. If you go by the stats alone, only 20% of those diagnosed with a brain tumor live 5 years from the date of diagnosis. Often times people are given a year to live. For my type of tumor, the life expectancy is about 12 years. I think that counts as being lucky. One question that often pops up after people find out that I have had brain surgery and have brain cancer is: ” Do you have any side effects?” Now immediately after my surgery, I have to say that I was a complete wreck. My left hand didn’t work properly, I had a hard time recognizing what I was seeing, I was in a constant zombie-like state and I was exhausted all the time. Train wreck for sure. However once I got past the initial surgery recovery, I really have only been left with one exterior side effect. Which is an occasional stutter. I actually did spend some time in speech therapy to try and work on this. When I was tested I actually scored just slightly over normal. I notice it all the time. However I think only people who knew me well prior to surgery can really notice it. Again, considering all of the other side effects that come along with brain cancer, I would say that I am pretty lucky. Although I constantly think I should have “played up” the side effect angle with people just to mess with people. As I know that right after I think people weren’t sure if I would remember them or not. They would look at me and be like “do you remember me? I am _______.” They would be totally expecting me to be clueless on who they were. I missed out on a lot of fun, by acting as if I had major memory loss and didn’t know who people were. What is interesting looking back, though, is that is the expectation people had of me after surgery. The expectation that I would have side effects and not be the same person as before. Point learned: give brain tumor surgery patients the benefit of the doubt after surgery, before assuming that something will be wrong with them.
I have mentioned the exterior side effects, however I think for me the larger side effects have been internal. Since diagnosis, I look at the world a little bit differently. My long term plans now seem to have about a 12 year life-span. My goals have shifted. I feel like some innocence was taken from me. Like someone took a little bit of the joy out of me. Its kind of hard to explain, but I would say that I am different now. One of the more challenging things for me has been work related goals. Not in that it’s overwhelming or more challenging now due to Goliath. I actually think that I have settled back into my job and can do it just as good now as I could before, maybe even better. I have not lost any capacities. I had a long term goals set in motion that I have been working for quite some time and now the 12 year time bomb has changed my outlook on things. Causing me to ask if I still really still want the same things I once did? A career used to seem like such a huge thing. As a man I think we wrap a lot of our identity into what we do and it can be hard to separate the two at times. I hold fast to the notion that, yes I do want to push for the same goals. Despite the 12 years – I have always vowed to be the exception. I do want to advance my career as I planned many years ago when I was in college, and started making some of my career decisions. I have always had other choices and opportunities, but I always seemed to come back to the same path that I am currently on. Which tells me that is the path I belong on. And I know that am going to continue on that path. I am going to try my best not to let Goliath alter things, alter my goals.
The other issue that comes up is how do you tell a new client that I am a CPA that has brain cancer. People work with me because of my brain, my knowledge, my ability to help them. However without my brain operating at a high level, I can’t perform my job. A fear of mine is that people will look at my ability to perform my job differently, because of Goliath. That they will see me as a risk or a questionable option. I think that is a natural reaction for people, so I can’t really blame them. Do you really want to hire a CPA with a disease in his head? It has been a challenge for me to figure out what to disclose and what not to disclose. Although if you look me up you can find my blog and things, so my brain cancer is not really a secret, but how to I deal with it in terms of my profession? I actually think this is going to be an issue I am going to be working through for a while.
One thing I do know, is that Goliath creates uncertainly, which leads to fear and doubt. That is what I would say my real side effects are. Fear and doubt. It has caused me at times to doubt my abilities, to doubt if I can and should chase my goals. To question if I am still capable of the same things I once was. This is something that never would have crossed my mind before Goliath. Doubt has reached my life in the form of wondering if I can achieve the fitness levels I had prior to surgery. Doubt that I can be the person that I once thought I could be. Being full of doubt is an extremely difficult obstacle to deal with I have to say. Its hard to always tell yourself to push through regardless, not worry, not to fret. But that everything will be OK, when you know that may not be the case. Doubt sucks.
It has also brought fear to my doorstep. Fear for my family. Fear for my two boys, that they will loose their father at far too young of an age. Fear that I will not leave my Family financially secure. Especially since, per the life insurance companies, I am not insurable anymore. Fear that I will start to have seizures once again. I am still climbing and I would be a liar if the seizure issue doesn’t lurk in the back of my mind at times. A seizure while lead climbing would not be good. Fear of what my climbing partners think as a seizure would most likely put them in danger as well. Fear that I will have to go back on chemo or radiation. Fear that if I have a headache, its the tumor. Fear that memory problems might be in my future. Fear and doubt, those are the side effects that I have been left to deal with. They may not be on the exterior, but they are even more frightening for me.
At first, I wasn’t going to write on Father’s Day. But after going to see How to Train your Dragon 2 at the movies, something changed my mind. I don’t want to be a spoiler for the movie, but I will say that it contains a sad moment (if you have seen the movie this connection makes complete sense). I got the report from Jessica that Cade had some tears rolling off his cheeks. After the movie, he pulled me aside and said “Dad, at the sad part in the movie, I almost started to cry.” (I didn’t tell him that we all knew that he really was.) The truth was that I was in the same boat.
I think as kids, we view Father’s Day as a time to make a card for our Dads, maybe see some family, and say the common line “Happy Father’s Day.” We don’t really understand the impact that our fathers have on our lives until we get older. I know that for me the impact of my Dad has lasted well beyond his lifetime. He was a teacher, a mentor, a coach, a friend, an example, a hero. He was a lot of things. But thinking back, the most important and lasting impact that I think he made on me was that he was not only present, but he was engaged in me and my life. I actually talked about this at his memorial service. He was always there. But not only was he physically present, but he was always engaged with what I was doing and what was happening in my life. I think its huge as a child to feel secure, to feel loved, to know that someone always has your back. That when the stuff hits the fan, you know that someone will be there to pick up the pieces. Probably my favorite story of this occurred when I was in college. It was right before a break, I was supposed to pick-up two high school friends who were both in school at nearby colleges in Oregon, and take them home. The night before, some friends and I went out to dinner. I was one of the drivers, on our way home, I got into a car accident. A driver made an illegal turn and collided with my car. Both the person riding with me and myself were unharmed, but my car (a 1986 Acura Integra, AKA Hot Wheels) was not fine. Back at the dorms, I called my parents and told them what had happened. I was fine but my car might be totaled. Then I realized that the next day I was supposed to be heading home, but picking up people along the way. Crisis. What am I supposed to do? My Dad rearranged his work schedule and took the day off. He drove down to pick me up, then made the 45 minute trek down to McMinnville to pick up Billy Ojeda, then we all drove to the University of Portland to pick up Amanda Kelley, then we made the trip back to the valley. It was about 12 hours of being in the car for him, and on a day off that he rarely took. But that is who he was.
He was the person who would give me information just as it was. While doing sports, I could go 0-3 in baseball with 3 strikeouts and my mom would tell me that I played great. However my Dad was the realist. Not only would he tell me like it really was, he would also talk about what I needed to do to improve and he would be willing to help me make it happen.
Some of my favorite moments were out fishing with him. We would go on vacation to a fishing lake in Canada each year. The two of us would basically spend just about the entire day out in a boat fishing. It was great. There would be moments of great fishing action, where we would only keep trout that were 16 inches or bigger. There would be times of great conversation. Times peeing in a bottle, since the fish were biting, thus we couldn’t spare the time to go in and use the bathroom. And there were times of just silence. Which was just as great. Sometimes silence is all we need.
I was taught to always do my best, no matter the circumstance. That not trying was something I should never accept. I used to be asked, why I didn’t just take over my Dad’s business. The truth is that he forbid me from following in his footsteps. However, I did spend a summer working for him after my freshman year of college, which was a great experience and lots of hard work, but lots of good father-son time. Following in his shoes was not an option for me. College was the only option he really gave me. However he was not able to see me graduate. Even when he was sick, he wanted me in school and to stay on track. He did know my career choice however. He was happy with my selection of becoming a CPA.
In looking back, I realize that we have shared some different, but yet very similar challenging experiences and unexpected curveballs. One thing that comes to mind is losing a friend as a result of alcohol. My Dad lost his best friend and business partner, Mike. M&M Floors was founded for Mike and Mark, which unfortunately turned into just Mark after Mike took his own life as a result of battling an addiction. Tough to lose a friend and your business partner. For me it occurred a few years after I graduated from college. My best friend from college and really the person who got me into climbing, was killed in a motorcycle accident. He had been out drinking and got on a motorcycle, he crashed and never got up again. I lived with him for 2 years at college, he was the person who taught me to lead on rock and place gear. He was taken too early for sure.
Cancer is another thing that we share. We have both been told that we have cancer and that our type of cancer has no known cure. That lifespans can vary, but we can’t “cure” you. We both have been through chemo. His was much worse than mine, so I can’t completely compare our experiences, but that is a bond that we share, It’s hard as its something that I can’t talk with him about it. I am not able to have shared experiences about feeling weak, being afraid, how hospitals really, really suck if you have to spend any time there. We can’t talk about the side effects and how to deal. There are some experiences that it sucks to share with my Dad.
So in past blogs, I have talked about how I found Jesus on a mountain. Through Young Life’s Beyond Malibu. I was on a mountain in the Canadian Coastal Range. I was about 6 months removed from being told that my Dad had terminal cancer. I held most of my anger and sadness in. To a point, where I basically just exploded on the trip. One of the days, we had some quiet time. I remember laying out on the side of the Mountain and asking that God would heal my father. I was asking for a miracle. The response I got was “David, your Dad is going to die, but you will be OK”.
My response: “But there is still a lot more that he needs to teach me. I am asking for a miracle here and I think that I am owed one.”
The answer: “He has already taught you everything that you need to know.”
When I reach a point in life, when I really wish I could seek his advice and counsel, that is what I come back to. Whatever I need to know, he taught me. My challenge is to figure out which lesson that was. So far it has held to be true. He did show me or teach me what I need to know. I reach back and think of my Dad in the same situation and ask myself, what did he do. That answer has guided my course of action. The part that is hard for me though is looking back at the parallels, I was 21. What happens if Goliath comes back? At 7 and 9, would God give my boys the same answer? Have I taught them everything they need to know?
Happy Father’s Day Dad!!
So my Mom will be retiring this year after 29 years working for the School District. Last Friday she had a retirement party that was wonderful and fabulous, a huge thumbs up to those involved with putting it together and for all of the people who came. It was lots of fun. I enjoyed seeing her as the center of attention, versus always being in the background. I thought I would share my notes I put together for my talk about my mom. Granted I went by memory, so what I actually said was different than this, but here are my notes:
First though, I have to be honest. Although this was the goal she set a couple of years ago for retirement, heading into this school year, I was pretty apprehensive about her being able to make this happen both from a financial point of view and from just an emotional-what is she going to do? Point of view. I was concerned that she would just turn into a house hermit. However so far, she has stepped out. Starting with a trip to Israel. Which is completely and totally out of her comfort zone. She is branching out and that is a wonderful thing. Which brings me to a challenge to all of you. The challenge is to keep her active and challenging herself to grow and experience life in new ways and new things.
Through her 29 years of working for the district, there was a small period where I was at a school that she worked at. For a few years (although I really only remember my sixth grade year) I was in the PAT program and so one day a week, they would have us ride a bus from Cherry Valley (Stillwater was built just after I had already moved on to Tolt Middle School). My mom was at Carnation Elementary. I would spend one day at Carnation a week. I would see her during the day as she would be in the office and sometime out at recess if needed. As the first few years progressed and I got to sixth grade, I think I was entering the period in which I was starting to be “too cool” for parents. Thus she would get a hello, but not much else from me. Even though should would get hugs and big hellos from my friends! What a wonderful son I was! But in times of need, I would forget about trying to be cool and she would be there to help despite my being too cool.
She started at Carnation and after Stillwater was built, school district employees could request to transfer to the new school. The District would then decide who would go based upon years worked and need. The reality is that she requested to move to Stillwater to be the assistant secretary under Jackie. She didn’t want the full responsibility. But cooler heads prevailed and her request was turned down and she then became the lead secretary at Carnation. Not knowing then that her path would ultimately still lead her to Stillwater. In a nutshell, she sort of ended up with a career that at first she never wanted.
So in first thinking about what I am going to talk about in regards to my mom retiring. My first thoughts focused on three words that describe her in both from a personal and professional view. Those words are Selfless, Endurance, and Dedication.
Selfless – My mom is probably the most selfless person I know. She qualifies under the thought process that most often, our perceived weaknesses are often simply the over usage of our strengths. So if she ever seem meek, that is just due to her amazing strength.
Growing up my parents never made tons of money, however Keri and I have both always commented on the fact that we never felt that we lacked something we needed, whether it be clothes, things for sports, etc. Most of that was because our mom made sure that we never lacked anything, she would go without so we could have what we needed. When you go somewhere in Duvall or Carnation with her, she is always stopped and someone always says Hi. That is because she has spent the last 29 years investing in people. She is a giver. And she doesn’t hesitate or shy away from that at all. And what is really cool is that even if it’s not convenient for her, she will still give. I would say that everyone in this room probably has a story about something she did, something she said that impacted them and it was something that she didn’t have to or wasn’t forced to do, but she did it and it changed them.
She is the person who is the first one there and the last one to leave. That is just how she rolls.
So when thinking of endurance, commonly people thinking of physically strength. But when I see my mom, I think of someone who has endured. She has been down a difficult road on several accounts, but continues to stay the course. Her Stillwater family has also walked with her on some of these paths. And for that I know I appreciate many of you who helped her through some difficult times and who still help her down some challenging paths. She is a women who has endured and continues to move forward with a smile and continues to give, despite the hard times. She has endured 8 principals during her time.
I thought I would share a story about Sue that maybe a few of you know, but probably not a lot. And it goes along with my word endurance. Although I have used this word to show that she has preserved through difficult waters, I want to share a story about her proving that she also can be super strong and amazing when needed. She can boast that she has survived a plane crash! A plane crash in the water. And a plane crash in Alaska, in the water. This was back in her younger days – I believe she was 17. On a summer trip organized through an organization through school. Her plane was going to Alaska. The plane ended up crashing in the ocean. She along with everyone else in the plane was in the water. A boat that was nearby. Not only did she manage to collect the bag that had the group’s information and money – as she was the group leader, she also managed to job out of the water and onto the boat, without Help! That is some crazy strength right there. To top it off, she doesn’t swim. Imagine, you are in the water, in Alaska, your plane just crashed, you are floating in the ocean, it’s cold and you don’t swim. What do you do? You make sure to grab the crash and then jump into the waiting boat! Right that it what you would always do in a plane crash. To this day she still doesn’t like to swim and with 3 grandkids that love to swim, I think it freaks her out at times. That just shows that she is a women with great strength and endurance.
I think this one is pretty obvious. My mom is the type of person who is truly dedicated and committed. She is fiercely loyal and has been to each and every principal that she has had! She will follow the company line, even if it seems crazy. I can’t tell you the countless times she stays later than her hours, especially before school starts. When she was at Carnation she would have Keri and I collating and stuffing welcome back packets during the summer. I have received several calls from her asking about how to complete the school’s budget or other financial questions. My response is always, wait a minute, why are you doing this? I don’t think it comes with your pay grade. The response is I have always done it and besides if I don’t do it no one will! That is dedication. She is an ownership person. Meaning if she is in charge of a task, she owns it and make sure that it gets done. She has been dedicated to being a Hawk for 20 years and now it’s time for her to turn to a new chapter in her life.
And as I said before, it’s time for everyone her to make sure this next chapter is full of fun, grow and adventures that will push her beyond her comfort zone.
Enjoy your new freedom Mom! You have earned it. Love ya!
So the start of this blog actually occurred a while back, towards the end of tax season. I had put in a 12plus hour day at work. My family was off enjoying the final weekend of spring break. I was heading home, driving, listening to Pearl Jam, of course, the song “Infallible” came on. (It’s on the album Lightning Bolt) This is the chorus of the song:
“By thinking we’re infallible
Oh we are tempting fate instead”
It made me stop and think. If there is one trait that I would love for my kids to have, that trait would be humility.
Here is what the dictionary has to say about the word infallible:
I know that I have been guilty many times of thinking that I am incapable of being wrong or making mistakes. Far too many times in my life do I think I know all of the answers, sometimes I don’t even wait for the question to be asked, before I provide the answer – the problem is that its my answer and not the answer. That is the opposite of humility.
I thought more about the concept of raising kids to be humble. I thought about all of the things that they now have to deal with, that I never had to growing up and I thought, man this will be challenging… My kids are growing up in a time in which it is all about me. When do I get mine! The newest craze is the selfie where we tell the world, look at me, I am awesome! Watch me, I am the greatest, I am above it all. I am like the great Icarus, who didn’t heed his father’s warning and flew too close to the sun and then plunged into the sea as his wax wings melted from the heat of the sun. He was humbled all the way to the sea and to his demise. Humility is hard to find in the world today.
Having coached many sports with my boys the last several years, I have found many kids are more concerned about their year-end trophy than playing and having fun. The key is the prize at the end, because I deserve the prize! Its not about the team, the accomplishments, its all about what belongs to me. That is not humility, that is not showing grace and class.
Then I thought of what first comes to my mind when I think of the word infallible. The first thing that came to my mind was the Titanic. A ship that was perfect, without flaw, the greatest of its kind. It was the unsinkable ship. Something that was made far before its time. Yet on its first voyage, it sank. The boat did not have enough lifeboats installed, simply because it was thought too great to sink, thus why waste the time installing something that will not be needed?
“Pay disasters no mind
Didn’t get you this time”
The second thought that came into my head was Lance Armstrong. He was a cancer survivor, a hero, a 7 time Tour de France winner, one could argue the greatest athlete alive at the time. He started a non-profit that has helped millions. (I actually have the Livestrong cancer journal and survivors guidebook- it actually is some really great materials) He started a huge trend with yellow bracelets and brought cancer to the forefront. He was considered above reproach for all of the good stuff he did. Yet in the end, the truth was that no matter how hard he tried to be perfect, the reality was that he was human: flawed and broken. And still even now when you hear him speak – recently in an Outside Magazine interview – he still sounds like he believes himself to be infallible.
“When progress could be plausible
In the verse we curse ourselves
By thinking we’re infallible”
I thought back to my past and thought about the times in my life where I felt really humbled. Some things raced through my head: Having to have my parents buy special pants for me in Little League because the largest pants provided by the League did not fit. They were a close match, but not exact. Trust me other kids notice those types of things. Humbling…. Getting shot down my sophomore year when asking a girl to homecoming – yea that sucks. Humbled… Losing my Junior year in the league wrestling championship finals – to a kid I pummeled every other time I meet him, expect when it meant the most and I was the overwhelming favorite. Humbling… Sitting on the side of a mountain, being told that my Dad was going to succumb to cancer, then realizing that I am weak and without faith in God I am nothing. Yes my concerns and issues felt pretty small in the presence of God. Humbled… Coming home after brain surgery and discovering that for a short time I had to have a bench and special shower head installed just to be able to take a shower. Humbling… Not being able to drive for 6 months because of seizures. Be 100% dependent on others to get from point A to point B. Humbled… I could go on for a while. But the point is that I could instantly recall many times where I was literally dropped to my knees due to things that showed me my real place in the world. I would like to think that I have always learned my lesson from experiences, but the truth is that I know that I haven’t. I know that I will be continually humbled, because I am human and for some weird reason, after some time will go back to thinking I have everything figured out and that I am always right.
So back to thinking about how I can teach my kids to be humble. I thought back to my Dad and moments where he was humbled. From when his body started to get worn down from years of laying hardwood floors, to watching him battle a knee infection that seemed to never go away, trying to quit smoking and failing multiple times, to seeing his business go through some pretty tough times financially, all the way to when cancer stripped him of most of his physical capacity. Although I watched those times in his life and saw this person, whom I looked up to, be humbled numerous times by life, I don’t think it was something that I was ever taught. There is a part of me that thinks Goliath isn’t done with his own lessons of humility for me. Its not a question of if, but a question of when Goliath will humble me once again.
It is hard to think about how to raise kids that are humble. For me humility is a lesson that I am continuing to learn through life’s experiences, not something that I was taught. I know that some day I will have to watch my boys think that they are infallible, think they are invincible and then I will have to watch them come crashing down to earth. I will have to be like Daedalus, the father of Icarus, who had the misfortune of watching his son pay the ultimate price for a lesson in humility. That thought in-itself humbles me.
“Our ship’s come in and it’s sinking
Of everything that’s possible
In the hearts and minds of man
Somehow it is the biggest things
That keep on slipping right through our hands
By thinking we’re infallible
Oh we are tempting fate instead
Time we best begin here at the ending”