Living in a viral age: Hello Germany

airplane-paper-2648958_640When I was a kid, I would take out a piece of composition paper from one of my school notebooks and fold it into an airplane. I would be especially careful to keep the folds crisp, like I had steamed them with a hot iron. I would repeat this process, making a hangar-full of planes, coloring and designing them with lightening bolts and flags.

When I was finally ready, I would run to our small porch and have competitions to see which plane would fly the farthest. I would heave each plane as far forward in the air as I could. Most attempts would start off strong and then spiral out of control into a nosedive. When I was really lucky, a plane would hit a little bit of a breeze, build-up even more speed, and take off down the hill and land in my neighbor’s pasture.

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Superman versus Batman? Who ya got?

We jostled each other in line to go back into school from our morning recess. The bell always seemed to ring too soon. I’m not sure who started it, but everyone started chiming in with an opinion on their favorite superhero. One kid cried out Superman. Another yelled Batman.


When together, comic book publisher DC Comics called them “The World’s Finest” as they worked to fight the Joker and Lex Luthor and all that’s wrong in the world. When against each other, they each brought something different to the fight.

The Man of Steel was “faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound” and to boot he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. On the other hand, Batman possessed no superpowers; but relied on his genius intellect, physical prowess, martial arts abilities, knowledge of science and technology, vast wealth, and indomitable will.

Hence, my classmates’ fight.

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My own lil’ time machine

A friend of mine recently gave me a unique, one-of-a-kind gift. You can’t find one of these in an Apple store or on Amazon. You can’t even travel across the globe to a quaint little shop in some faraway country to pick up a gift like this.

My friend gave me a mini time machine that allows me to go back to an earlier time in my life. Think H.G Wells Time Machine, Doc Brown’s Delorean from Back to the Future,  the time traveling TARDIS from the Dr. Who TV show, or if you must, the hot tub from the Hot Tub Time Machine from more recent fame.


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An unlikely mentor

I keep trying to write something about the current state of politics. I’ll start commenting on one side of the aisle and then the other does something that I find completely ridiculous. In the end, I find myself right back where I started. So, instead of a political blog, I write today about a mentor who saw something in me that no one else had ever seen.

I lifted the ax and took a huge whack out of the log. With each swing, I could feel the anger seep out of my pores. I worked the summer helping a family friend on his small farm. I mowed his fields; helped build a fencepost and clear out a small barn, hauled hay; cut wood and a million other odd jobs.

Every day seemed to wrap into the other.


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My difficult day: life & death up close

I’m not sure what put me over the edge. My first thought was two sad stories I saw on my local news on a terminally ill teenager and a woman fighting breast cancer.

It could have been the realization that my children are getting older. They’re no longer little kids, running around the house. In a few years, we’re going to have a tougher and tougher time getting everyone together at the same time for the holidays.

In addition, I’ve been putting in a ton of hours in my job. I have a major project coming due in a few months and my work-life balance has certainly been tilted too much in one direction. It could have been the Christmas lights or even the picture a friend of mine sent me of him and his newborn baby.

I had a million thoughts racing through my head, but nothing prepared me for the news I got later in the day.

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‘With a little help from my friends’

When you hear former NFL Quarterback Jake Plummer describe Pat Tillman, who left a lucrative NFL career to become a U.S. Army Ranger and who died in a friendly fire incident in 2006, you find yourself wishing that you would have had the chance to get to know him too. Continue reading “‘With a little help from my friends’”

You’ve got a friend!

My friend had barely picked up her phone and greeted me with a hello and I was off to the races on my mini-rant. “Did you see the note I just sent you? Did you see the latest change?”

Without missing a beat, my friend picked up right where I had left off and we were soon catching up on the latest work news, business school assignments, and everything else going on in each other’s life. I would start one topic and she would chime in leading us in an altogether different direction. We were located several miles away from each other, but we just as easily could have been sitting across the table from each other.

My hands were flying every which way and we were both talking a mile-a-minute over and around each other. If someone were trying to follow our conversation, their head would spin, turning from one side to the other trying to keep up with the two of us. “Oh yea, that’s a great point,” I jumped in quickly when my friend gave me some advice on a work issue that had been nagging me for the past three weeks.

Friends like that are special. Business author and consultant Simon Sinek describes true friends like that as “someone with whom protocol is no longer necessary.” We all know that about friendships — especially in today’s online Facebook friend world — but good friends are still hard to find.

Despite my sometimes standoffish ways, I’ve been fortunate over the years to have a handful of friends whom I’ve been able to call-up on a spur of the moment without reservation and trade opinions and advice.

They are the type of friends that you may not see for months on end and then pick-up and chat on the phone for hours, sharing long forgotten stories and experiences. They are the type of friends who know instantly your foibles, flaws and idiosyncrasies and like you anyway. And for me, these have been the trusted friends that I’ve been the most open and vulnerable in showing them the drafts of my written work for their review and opinion.

The safety zone

Despite all that, when I picked up the phone to call my friend, I knew that I could chat with her — even though we come different races and backgrounds — about any number of challenging topics, including the types of subjects that usually are off-limits at work or in mixed company: politics, race, crime, or even family to cite a few of them.

I knew that if I wanted to, I could bring up and ask: Where does President Obama rank on the list of Presidents, one of the best or one of the worst?  Is Donald Trump a crazy liar or exactly what the U..S needs? Is Hillary a devious career politician or someone who cares deeply about the American dream? Was neighborhood watch volunteer George Zimmerman guilty in shooting African American Trayvon Martin or was it case of bad timing?

These are all meaty subjects that deserve serious consideration but are rarely brought up in the workplace or public square. We Americans love to talk about our First Amendment rights and the Freedom of Speech. We’re experts on our rights, but we usually run away from these heavy, highly opinionated discussions. I understand why: one word slogans or responses fail to cover these topics.

And most important, the fire burning underneath rages so deeply that these conversations usually go from zero to sixty with the snap of a burning twig. They offend. They anger. They tend to throw you off-guard in a sweaty panic. If taken the wrong way, they can turn father against son or daughter and brother against brother. You may as well forget about friend against friend, the chances of the relationship surviving are limited, very limited.

Stand-up and be counted

I have the deepest respect though for my friend because she rarely lets me off the hook, forcing the two of us to face these conversations head-on and in direct manner. For example, when I touch lightly on a particular topic,  probing but too scared to bring up whatever is on my mind for fear of offending her sensibilities, my friend will tell me to shut-up and tell her what I really think.

Yes, I note the irony too.

As I’ve gotten older,  I’ve come to place even more value on these friendships. I’ve recognize how rare they really are. I value them because they allow me to let my guard down and to admit that, despite my best of intentions and all the bluster that I can muster, I don’t have all the answers.

No, I don’t have all the solutions, but these conversations help me to open my eyes and see an issue or challenge through the eyes, or better yet, the shoes of another person.

We need more of these conversations. I know I do. Here’s hoping the rest of world recognizes that they need these conversations too.

Thank you friend!