
Death is visiting, bringing reminders not to miss a moment.
My grandson, Sam, 14, lives in upstate New York. Like countless other adolescent lacrosse players in his part of the world, he dreams of the day his blood turns orange as he takes the field for Syracuse. This past week, at a local indoor sports complex, Sam was waiting for a game to wrap up so his team’s contest could begin. A boy on one of the teams playing in that preceding game, a boy from a neighboring town whom Sam had competed against any number of times, was struck by the lacrosse ball on the chest in the perfect spot at the perfect moment in the heart’s rhythm to cause his heart to stop. It is a rare, freakish event with the medical name of “commotio cordis.” As almost always happens, apparently, resuscitation was unsuccessful.
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Some smartypants, who heard me pontificate that how we define our world creates our world, recently asked if I could define myself.
If I’d thought about it, I would have said what my beloved Yogananda once remarked: I’m a tiny bubble of laughter in the sea of mirth. Thankfully, instead of searching for poetry, I simply opened my heart and found myself blurting, “I am a very gifted person.” By that I didn’t mean talented, as many do when they use that adjective. I meant, literally, a person who has been given gifts––in my case, beaucoup.
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Comfort is among life’s essential treasures and most dangerous pursuits. Without it, health is impossible. Yet, when it is life’s goal, it kills us. Fortunately, any choice we make can serve us on the journey of waking up.
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In the wake of his death, the all-but-exclusive focus on the “super-specialness” of Steve Jobs can be a disservice to him and us.
It’s kind of like Jesus or Buddha or history’s great saints. If they’re special because God tapped them on the noggin and said, “I hereby anoint you Wonderful Beyond Measure,” what the hell good are they to us? They provide no example we can apply to our life. The question isn’t what makes Mr. Jobs delightfully unique. The question is what do we have in common with him. What is there about his remarkable insights and achievements that we share, and therefore can learn from and take action on?
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[from the archives]
Here’s one measure of how the world is heading in a positive direction.
Fifty years ago the epitome of the circus was Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey. With its lion tamers, dancing bears, trick horses, performing elephants, monkeys on bikes, and seals bouncing beach balls on their noses, the implicit message was Man Over Beast. Even the aerialists, tightrope walkers, jugglers, fire-eaters, knife-throwers and human pretzels were an example of Man Over the Beast Within. Today, the epitome of the circus is Cirque du Soleil, whose implicit message is The Celebration of Humanity. Indeed, Cirque leaves most churches in the dust when it comes to inspiring the integration of body, mind and spirit: the criteria for living as a whole person.
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I’m not exactly sure what it means to be a feminist, but I assume it includes considering females beyond gender stereotypes. If that’s reasonably close, then the first big feminist choice I remember making occurred when I decked Kathy McMinn as she was racing for home.
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Here’s a little something, if you care to try, I’d love to hear your experience.
The request was, “In a place you frequently frequent, take a quiet look around. From whatever you see, create a story you’ve never told before that captures the essence of who you are.”
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A man I’ll call Bob spoke of how choosing to discipline his kids by hitting them has changed his life...by breaking his heart. The handful of us present, Bob included, took another step in understanding what it takes to love.
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One hundred fifty years ago this month (1861) our nation’s Civil War began. More than 600,000 participants died because those with the influence to bring about such devastation trusted that they understood the mind of God––at least enough to create enemies and kill them.
Seventy years ago this month (1941) in Annapolis, Maryland (according to John McPhee in his essay “Spin Right Shoot Left”), the lacrosse team of the United States Naval Academy refused to take the field if Lucien Alexis, Jr., of Harvard did, too. Alexis was black. Harvard sent him home. Of course, both institutions, I’m sure, were convinced they represented the noblest ideals of our nation, and indeed of humankind.
Surely we can all think of examples today of how such ignorance manifests itself...maybe even in ourselves, if you can believe it.
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My client, a CEO, opens his heart, and I dive deep to translate into words his meaning, his spirit. Once or twice a month we create a message to his entire company. I share this particular one with you because it’s about living up to our own ideals in the face of tremendous pain––a challenge familiar to us all.
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Take yesterday’s reminder (yet again) that the purpose of life is simply to wake up, to be ever more mindful of our choices.
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Most holidays are sneaky. Their purpose is way deeper than how we commonly think of them. Thanksgiving, for instance. It reminds us that, gender notwithstanding, we’re all kings of the world.
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A singing coach friend recently asked for any insights I might have to help one of her students who is being challenged with performance anxiety.
One of my sons calls me the well-adjusted agoraphobic. Small talk is beyond me, but when it comes to the stuff of the heart I can speak at ease to anyone, single ear to the population of most phone books. Among the reasons is my one and only speaking coach, Charlotte Fitzpatrick, the woman who, 50 years ago when I was in 12th grade, made me the American Legion speaking champ in my county. Never mind that the achievement was helped by the fact that only I and one other kid competed for the prize, since ours was the least populated county in the state.
Mrs. Fitz asked me how I felt whenever I saw someone make a poor public presentation. I said I hated it. She said what do you wish for that person. I said I wished they would be wonderful. She said remember that, remember that's the way everyone in your audience is feeling about you. They're rooting for you to be great. Feel their support, and let it serve you.
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I’m three years in age junior to the lovely Ringo Starr (who’s just turned 70), but like him I’m aware that, when it comes to the things that matter most––peace, love and the ability to rock-and-roll––life surely can get richer with age.
I feel that, since birth, I’ve been in a school not dissimilar to Harry Potter’s (full of weirdness, magic, heartbreak, inspiring friends and over-the-top teachers) and I’m just about at the point of having enough understanding, humor and humility to be of service in our strange world. I’m nobody special. Lots of us feel that way, and probably will no matter how long we live. We see no finish line. Our goal is more and better. The tattoo on our heart says: “Just be naked.”
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