This November will be five years, five years since I was told by my doctor that I had Parkinson’s Disease. I don’t recall the exact date, probably because for me, it’s really not that important. After all, I don’t plan on hosting a kegger to celebrate but I do think that it is important to pause and reflect on how it has impacted me and those nearest to me.
I love my wife in more ways than my words can express. But Lisa isn’t my first love. Before her, I had another love, but it was the kind of love that can’t love you back. I was in love with the idea of making money.
What kind of journey are you on? Will it take you to far-away places full of excitement and adventure? Or are your explorations that of introspection and renewal? Is it your intent to reach an exotic locale that can be pinpointed on a map or come to a place that is transformative and life-changing? Are you on a journey or are you on a quest?
Why would anyone what me to speak to impressionable young minds? High schoolers, none the less. Don’t they know that my GPA in high school was lower than the price of a fountain drink at Speedway! I barely passed the easy classes, like art and physical education, that should have boosted my grades not send them deeper in the tank. I was smart, or so I was told, I just didn’t do the work, any work.
Of all of the things that I aspired to be while growing up, a rock star was not one of them. Fire fighter or astronaut, maybe when I was young; an entrepreneur and business owner, done that; a boxer and a tribe builder are both yet to be realized. But who we are, or what we do, is quite different from how we are treated or made to feel.