For the first time..

For the first time since the 2009 Chicago Marathon on October 11th. I hit the path with my fearless training partner Tim. Because of the recent spat of tests, I was asked to stay away from all exercise. Given a clean bill of heath, with absolutely nothing found, it was time. I must admit I would have preferred a leisurely job. But Tim (not having 1 and 1/2 month layoff) kept the pace lively. I'm not what pace we race, but that 6 miles was a workout. I'm thrilled to be able to resume some exercise. Maybe I can burn off some of that pent up work stress.

Peace

btw. I've updated the Destination Addis.. we're on the home stretch. Less than 500 miles to go. that should be a snap..

Honey how was your day? Its wasnt so Good..

Traffic was bad.. they were out of my favorite Latte.. Someone cut me off.. that Guy/Gal at work was a pain.. I didn't get enough sleep.. that nagging cough is back.. My blackberry flaked out.. Gas prices jumped $0.25.. I was cold.. Some jerk bought the last snickers bar from the vending machine while i was waiting to get it.. The kids were fighting over watching Sponge Bob or Elmo.. the cat puked on the carpet.. the pile of leaves blew all over the lawn.. its snowed again so I have to shovel again.. My health insurance went up during open enrollment.. On black Friday i got shoved out of the way before I could grab the last Nintendo wii

We can all come up with a limitless number of other things to that list. They are all legitimate. They all impact us. Some greater, some only a little. In our world, those are the things, that make or break our days. We all deal. We all cope. But sometimes, at least I feel, we need an adjustment. We need a reminder about how to put it all into context. I'm not suggesting or advocating radical lifestyle changes here, rather, just trying to present a case for compassion. For a moment of understanding or empathy. A moment to pause, if only for one brief second, to step aside from those very real things listed above that impact our days. And to look beyond the walls of our homes.. our cities.. and our Country.

I had my reminder today (Thanks for sharing J!). I'd like to share it with you all. Perhaps you will also have a second to pause as well. If we think about changing the entire World, its overwhelming, to the point of why bothering. But if you think about that story about the little girl on the beach with her father. The story goes something like...

A Father and daughter were walking on the beach. The beach was filled with starfish that washed ashore from a storm. They would all surely die, being outside the water. The father watched as the daughter picked up a starfish, and walked up to the water and carefully placed it back in. She did this over and over and over. The Father, while filled with Pride for his daughter, comments. Honey. Why are you doing that? You are not going to make a difference, look at all those starfish. They are everywhere (as he motions to the thousands of starfish across the beach) As the Daughter picked up another starfish, carries it to the waters edge and places it into the water, the Daughter replies. "It made a difference to that one"

Amen I say to that. That's what I'm talking about. We can change the World. We can change it with each little baby step we take. I hope that following, First hand account of a Gentleman that recently returned from Western Africa, give you a moment of pause.

Today was full of emotional highs and lows. We started the day by going to an Orphanage. We had been warned it was bad. We had even seen some pictures. Pictures nor warning could have prepared us for what we saw. As you drive down a dirt side street there is a big green gate on the left. We stopped in front of it, stepped over the street side latrine and went thru the gate. When we went in there were several kids running around the path leading into the office area. There were no adults until we got to the office. All of the kids were curious to see what these people were doing there We visited with the 2 women who run the orphanage. There were probably 35-40 kids at the orphanage, 10-12 were under the age of 2. The remaining 65-70 were in school. We walked into the “nursery”, a large room with 10 or so bunk beds. Most of the kids under 2 were either sleeping or sitting in their bed crying. Few were able to walk at this age due to malnutrition. The girl I held stopped crying the minute I touched her. I held her and she snuggled in for a hug. She was probably 12 months and weighed at most 7 lbs. My wife noticed that the little girl I was holding was covered in feces, as was I now. For some reason it did not matter at that point. I gave her to one of the teenage girls who went to clean her up. I went and cleaned myself up and could not believe what I was seeing. How can 2 women, care for 10-12 infants, and 90+ other children? The answer is no one was getting cared for. At age 15-16 the kids are turned out to the street. So if they are lucky enough to survive no care as infants they will be homeless as teenagers. The bad part of this story is this is one of hundreds of orphanages just like this in this part of the world. The images I saw today will haunt me for a very long time. We are to visit 2 more orphanages in the coming days. They are not supposed to be in such desperate shape. In the storage room all they had was rice and a few beans, no formula, no baby food. There was no running water, no toilet, and no shower. The kids carried water from a well a few blocks away.

How is my day? You know. My day is not so bad. In fact, as i finish my plain turkey sandwich, at my desk at work, tired from lack of sleep. As I look over the pictures of J, E1, and E2 on the cubicles walls around me, you know my day is pretty darn good...

A minor hassle...

Hi, so anyone that reads this blog, or posts comments, or what have you. Because of some growing spam comments, I had to turn on the "word verification". If I did it correctly, I think that anonymous posters are still allowed, only that they will also need to enter in the words. Should anyone have trouble.. just let us know.
Peace.

Can it be..

Everyone knows that I'm an 80's music nut. I'll dabble in the 90's a bit. But I'd say pretty much all of the .. umm.. 00's? have been a bust. The music styles I just can stand. So what happens now as we are closing out the decade? I find myself listing to the top pop hits again. Except the people singing them could be my daughters or sons. How sad is that. The fact that I know who Miley Cyrus or the Killers, or Plain White T's, or Lady Gaga are.. I shake my head at myself. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks. So where do I go for my fix for tops hits.. Fresh 105.9 baby!
http://www.fresh1059.com/

Peace

Wisdom or Reading(s) of the Day..

or both.. As Catholics we are taught to not interpret individual passages of the Bible literally. But sometimes its not easy. If you are looking for discernment and direction. Perhaps just inspiration. It can be a small challenge to not look at a daily reading and think how does this apply to my life, how is this providing answers or Wisdom to my life or situation. Its along those lines that I smiles and scratched my head over (a section of) today's Gospel, and a portion of of Today's 1st reading

(1st) Reading of the Day...
Wisdom 2:23 - 3:9

God formed man to be imperishable;
the image of his own nature he made them.
But by the envy of the Devil, death entered the world,
and they who are in his possession experience it.

But the souls of the just are in the hand of God,
and no torment shall touch them.
They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead;
and their passing away was thought an affliction
and their going forth from us, utter destruction.
But they are in peace.
For if before men, indeed, they be punished,
yet is their hope full of immortality;
Chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed,
because God tried them
and found them worthy of himself.
As gold in the furnace, he proved them,
and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.

(Gospel) Reading of the Day...
Luke 17: 7-10

Who among you would say to your servant who has just come in from plowing or tending sheep in the field, 'Come here immediately and take your place at table'?

Would he not rather say to him, 'Prepare something for me to eat. Put on your apron and wait on me while I eat and drink. You may eat and drink when I am finished'?

Is he grateful to that servant because he did what was commanded?

So should it be with you. When you have done all you have been commanded, say, 'We are unprofitable servants; we have done what we were obliged to do.'

Peace

The Danger of a single story

A new attitude - on bended knee - a Reading of the day

Not sure how easy it will be. But I found myself getting ticked off on the way to work when I heard about an activist Judge that caved into to an ACLU request here in Illinois, and ordered on injunction on a new law. I'll not get into the hotbed about the law, but just one of the reasons the ACLU was behind stopping this law was "because the state is not in a position to enforce it".

Since when does "enforcement" or the readiness to enforce a law help to "compound the unconstitutionality" of a law. Gimme a break. But its the attitudes in my head that lead me to the Reading of the day.

Reading of the Day...
Roman 14:10-12

Why then do you judge your brother or sister?
Or you, why do you look down on your brother or sister?
For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of God;
for it is written:

As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bend before me,
and every tongue shall give praise to God.

So then each of us shall give an account of himself to God.

Why is this reading relevant to my activist judge story. Well I need to stop judging others and also getting worked up about it. My time on earth is wasted on that negative stuff. I have to learn to trust those folks will need to account for their actions. That Judge. That ACLU attorney. I gotta tell you. Trying to be less judgemental is not easy...

Peace