Sunday, July 15, 2012

Goodbye Sweet Patrick (not my brother)

Remember Patrick from this blog (click here)? Well, the girls sent him a birthday card and even raised another 35 dollars buy selling lemonade at Pop's golf course.  In the midst of all this, Patrick's mother took the time to write my girls a thank you card.  She thanked them for the money and for the birthday card.  I can't imagine why she felt the need to take time out to send our girls a card, but I think that is somewhat a reflection of who they are as people.

Last night at 4 am Patrick passed after a long battle with Cancer.  I didn't know Patrick, I don't really even know the whole story.  I couldn't imagine the pain his parents are going through right now, but I'm somewhat comforted to know Patrick is no longer in pain.

With that, I wanted to thank you Patrick.  You taught my girls a lesson that is one of the most powerful lessons on Earth.  They prayed for you, the worked for you, they loved you, without ever knowing you.  Most importantly....you taught them compassion.

May you rest in peace Patrick, you have certainly earned it.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

World vs Land

I was recently in California for two work related reasons.  First, I was celebrating a friend of mines bartmitzvah. I was fortunate that I had to be in the area anyway (90 miles away) for a conference.  Two birds, one stone.  The service was this past Saturday morning and it was beautiful.  I could probably blog about that at some point, maybe I will.  Anyway, I had about 6 hours of down time between the ceremony and the party.  What is a guy to do?  Being in Newport Beach, I was about 30 minutes from LA, but having been there in March, I didn't feel a strong urge to return.  Before I continue with my blog, let me give you some back story.

I love my job as Eminent Supreme Recorder of SAE.  I would like to stay as long as I am being an effective leader for our organization and people want me around.  However, I know some day I will have to look towards life after SAE.  So what will I do?  There is really no telling, but I do have three dream scenarios.  1st, I would love to work for the SEC.  And by SEC, I mean The Southeastern Conference.  SEC sports is one of my passions.  If I could make a living off of it, that would be amazing.  2nd, if I didn't need money, I would love to run a bar in Key West.  I would name the bar Burbon's.  I know it is spelled wrong, that is the way my PawPaw and Dad have it spelled in their names.  With my place being a bar, I think it is a cool play on the word.  I would LOVE to run a bar down in the islands.  Funny I know, considering I don't drink.  Last, but not least, I would love to work for Disney.  I have no desire to be a character (which some would say that I am a character), Id want to work in the font office.  Working at Disney would be amazing.

I never went to Disney when I was Kid, at least not that I remember.  I didn't grow up watching too many Disney movies either. Toy Story was after my time. I watched Indy, ET, Star Wars, etc.  Course now you can find Indy & Star Wars stuff at Disney.  Many of  the Disney movies prior were really geared towards girls.  So my love for the place is not something that dates back to my childhood.  In reality, the first trip I took to Disney with my girls wasn't a great experience.  We first went when the girls were too small and on New Years Day.  As it turns out, NYD is the busiest day for Disney World ALL YEAR.  Yes, they closed the park at 10:00 am because it was at capacity.  The biggest benefit of that 1st trip is that we learned better what not to do.  We have gone back numerous times since then, gotten better and better with our trip details, and the girls are now at a age where the LOVE Disney.  They might not always remember going, but they love it when they are there.  It is a significant investment but a worthy one.  As a result of seeing their joy, I have become a huge fan.  Riding Splash Mountain with Reagan, Pirates with Caroline, and eating cotton candy bigger than her head with Baylor, is what it is all about.  Being such a big (new) fan of Disney, I thought it would be interesting to see how the west coast lives at Disneyland.  So with a few hours to kill and only being 15 minutes away, I thought Id go check it out.

First and foremost, the presentation on property is probably a little better at DL.  Being in California you have much more predictable and better weather.  Everything was very neat and a resort like setting.  Plus, there is a giant parking structure for people to park in.  This is in VAST contrast to the huge, sprawling, lot at DW.  You go down a couple of escalators and you are right there to get picked up by a  tram.  In a matter of minutes you are parked, on the tram, and at the park.  At DW, you park, take the tram, to get to the park, to walk some more, to either take the monorail or steamboat to the park.  That whole process takes about 2 days.  There is only one stop for the DL tram.  It takes you to Downtown Disney, Disneyland, and The California Experience.  All three major attractions right there at one stop.  Downtown Disney is actually very cool and free.  To have that right next to DL is a great idea.  Not anywhere close to the case with DW.  Also, it should be mentioned that it is early July and the temperature is a perfect 78' with ZERO humidity.  At DW, you sweat your butt off getting to the park, then they cram everyone (and their stench) into the monorail.

Entrance Advantage: DL


Once you get into the park you right way begin to see the "biggest" difference between DL and DW.  Disneyland (at least it appears) is so much smaller.  Main Street USA is the first experience at the Disney parks.  MSUSA looks much more claustrophobic, smaller, and older (which it is) at DL.  At the end of MSUSA is the iconic castle.  The castle at DL literally made me laugh out loud.  I thought it was a joke.  It is absolutely tiny compared to the DW castle.

MSUSA Advantage: DW

I first went through Adventureland to get to New Orleans Square.  In Adventureland you have The Jungle Cruise, (same) Tarzan tree house (which is smaller than the Swiss Family Robinson th at DW), and the Indiana Jones Adventure.  This last one sounded awesome.  Due to the fact I was by myself I could skip all the lines and go to the front of the fast pass line.  A very cool perk.  It took a long time to get to the front of the Indy line and as soon as I did the ride closed.  FAIL.  Therefore, I can't report back on the Indy ride.  The Jungle Cruise is close to the same as DW, except they don't have as many boats, so it takes a lot longer to get through the line, and the ride isn't as long.

Adventureland Advantage: Slight DW but Indy not scored

I then went to the New Orleans part for DL, which is a non existent area at DW.  Im torn because I love New Orleans, but I also love Liberty (Libertyville being the replacement for New Orleans at DW).  After all, I am an 'Merican.  I will consider this a push.  Pirates of the Caribbean begins through the front door of an old plantation home....this is pretty cool.  They also do a great job of moving you through the line.  Once you get in the boat it takes you right past a New Orleans style restaurant.  This is pretty cool as well.  I feel like you are in the boat much longer at DL than you are at DW.  The ride is very similar otherwise, except for one major difference.  You can tell that DW shut the ride down for some time and gave their ride a face lift.  As a result, DW's looks newer and there are more Johnny Depp Jack Sparrow references.  Jack Sparrow is only referenced 3 times at DL, almost an afterthought.  I like the New Orleans setting, I like Libertyville.  I liked the plantation home look, but it did not fit at all with the pirate ride. Therefore, I have to go with the setting of the DW ride better.

New Orleans Square vs Libertyville (which isn't where the PotC ride is at DW): Push

I then went to Critter Country which is where the Pooh ride and Splash Mountain is for DL.  Splash Mountain was a good bit different.  All I can say is that it is much less southern at DL.  Splash Mountain is significantly toned down.  Also, the ride itself is different.  It is a single log flume, and it goes faster through the ride.  I like sitting side by side with Reagan, and I like taking my time through the ride.  There are only a minor few differences within the ride itself, but DW has the advantage here.  Lumping this ride in with the rest of Frontierland as it is at DW, all other aspects are pretty similar.  The other biggest difference is that you sail around Mark Twain's island in an old wooden US warship at DL, where at DW it is a paddle boat (more my style).

Frontierland Advantage: Disney World

I mentioned the castle at DW being much better, probably should have included it in Fantasyland.  The rides are similar, give and take with some of them.  The biggest difference between the two in this area, is that I feel like DW was much more Princess driven. If you have girls, which if you haven't heard I do, Fantasyland is much better at DW.  I will include Its A Small World, in this area even though it is sort of separate.  Its actually a pretty neat ride at DL, part of it takes place outside.  Again, better weather.  The boat ride at DL is in a very contained area.  You are given the appearance of being in a bigger river at DW.  I did like the illusion of being on the river at  DW better.  However, the animation, and the layout of the animation, was probably better at DL.

Fantasyland Advantage: Slight edge for DW.

Mickey's Toontown at DL was fine, I didn't spend too much time there.  Really just a fly by.  I know that DW is totally redoing theirs and turning it into a circus like feel.  Gotta go with DW here.  The rest of the parks are pretty similar and I didnt spend a lot of time there because Im not a fan of them either place.  DL does have the Matterhorn Bobsleds, but DW has the new Beauty and the Beast area.

I didnt mind being there by myself, even if it was somewhat creepy to others at the park.  I just stared at the kids with a crazed look in my eyes, talked to myself out loud, and people parted like The Red Sea.  It was actually nice to be able to go at my own pace and skip to the front of the lines.  All that wasn't enough to mask the fact that Disney is so much better with my little girls.  There will probably come a day when the girls are grown, that Brooke and I can enjoy it by ourselves.  However, at this stage of my life, the experience is just so much better with them.  To Reagan, Carolina, Baylor Grace, and Hadley,  it really is the happiest place on earth. That makes this father happy.

Both are great places and have their own advantages.  If I had to choose, I would take the size, space, and newness of DW...... as long as my girls are with me.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Don't Give Up, Don't Ever Give Up

Dedicated to my father in law, mother in law, Mom, and my PawPaw, who all battled Cancer.  The ESPYS are on tonight, please watch.

Monday, June 25, 2012

The Giving House...

If you have never read The Giving Tree, please take a look at the above clip before you read the rest of my blog.  The whole gang came down to Louisville to visit with the fam before we head to Nashville.  Also, today was Caroline's birthday.  We got to celebrate that with Mom, Dad, and Patrick.  While we have only been a here a few days, it has been a great few days.

When we are here we usually like to hike around my the subdivision that I grew up in.  Brooke and some friends tease me and call me Huck Finn due to the stories I sometimes tell about my childhood here.  In my defense, there is a river that runs through this subdivision, there are 70 acres of land, plus  some great woods to hike around in.  Not to mention, across the river there was a HUGE farm to get lost in.  Plenty of places to canoe, fish, shoot things, swim, etc.  Growing up here actually was a little like Huck Finn.  It is such a joy for me to show my girls where their Daddy grew up.  It is great to tell them stories about what I did when I was just a bit older than them.  I had some great summers here with Mickey and Josh.  We would be gone all day, doing all sorts of kid things.  The worst thing our parents had to to worry about was us getting lost in the fields....or the bull across the way.  We were pretty confident we could get across the water back to safety before he could.  The three of us were "Kentucky Wildmen" before it was a toothless wonder on TV.

More importantly to me is to share with the girls this house and my parents.  Both the house and my parents are like the tree in the story above.  The tree loves the boy and gives the boy every thing it could.  Both the house and my parents come alive with joy when we come back, just like the tree.  And each time the boy comes back he was a little bit older and he would asked for a little more.   By the end of the story all that was left of the tree was a stump to sit on.  This worked out well because by then that's all the old "boy" wanted.   I see the same feeling in this house and with my parents.  Each time I come back it looks a little bit older but it never loses the special feeling.  During the summer when we are here the girls swim in our pool all the time. They sleep so well because they are exhausted from all the exercise.  I can't help when I'm watching them in the pool to think of all the summer days I spent in the pool with my friends.  I also can't help but contemplate that if the pool had a soul,  there is no question it would be smiling.  It has been a while since it has had young kids playing in its waters.

Then there is Mom and Dad, pretty much the same applies to them.  They have given and given, and will continue to give until all they have left is a stump for me (us) to sit on.  Watching the girls play in the same places that I played in, with at times the same toys I played with, is exactly what Mom and Dad want.  When I come here, I don't need to swing, I don't need limbs, and I don't need a trunk.  All I need is a stump to sit on to rest my body.  That's exactly what I get here.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

We will never forget.....

For all those brave men who stormed the beaches, took the cliffs and freed a world.....we say thanks.  I am very proud that my grandfather was there, thanks PaPaw.


The Boys of Pointe du Hoc

By Ronald Reagan
(Note: The following are remarks delivered by President Ronald Reagan on June 6, 1984 commemorating the 40th Anniversary of the Invastion of Normandy.)
We're here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved and the world prayed for its rescue. Here, in Normandy, the rescue began. Here, the Allies stood and fought against tyranny, in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.
We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but forty years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, two hundred and twenty-five Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs.
Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here, and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.
The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers at the edge of the cliffs, shooting down at them with machine guns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After two days of fighting, only ninety could still bear arms.
And behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there. These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. And these are the heroes who helped end a war. Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender's poem. You are men who in your "lives fought for life and left the vivid air signed with your honor."
I think I know what you may be thinking right now -- thinking "we were just part of a bigger effort; everyone was brave that day." Well everyone was. Do you remember the story of Bill Millin of the 51st Highlanders? Forty years ago today, British troops were pinned down near a bridge, waiting desperately for help. Suddenly, they heard the sound of bagpipes, and some thought they were dreaming. Well, they weren't. They looked up and saw Bill Millin with his bagpipes, leading the reinforcements and ignoring the smack of the bullets into the ground around him.
Lord Lovat was with him -- Lord Lovat of Scotland, who calmly announced when he got to the bridge, "Sorry, I'm a few minutes late," as if he'd been delayed by a traffic jam, when in truth he'd just come from the bloody fighting on Sword Beach, which he and his men had just taken.
There was the impossible valor of the Poles, who threw themselves between the enemy and the rest of Europe as the invasion took hold; and the unsurpassed courage of the Canadians who had already seen the horrors of war on this coast. They knew what awaited them there, but they would not be deterred. And once they hit Juno Beach, they never looked back.
All of these men were part of a roll call of honor with names that spoke of a pride as bright as the colors they bore; The Royal Winnipeg Rifles, Poland's 24th Lancers, the Royal Scots' Fusiliers, the Screaming Eagles, the Yeomen of England's armored divisions, the forces of Free France, the Coast Guard's "Matchbox Fleet," and you, the American Rangers.
Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief. It was loyalty and love.
The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead, or on the next. It was the deep knowledge -- and pray God we have not lost it -- that there is a profound moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.
You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One's country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it's the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.
The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They fought -- or felt in their hearts, though they couldn't know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4:00 am. In Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying. And in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.
Something else helped the men of D-day; their rock-hard belief that Providence would have a great hand in the events that would unfold here; that God was an ally in this great cause. And so, the night before the invasion, when Colonel Wolverton asked his parachute troops to kneel with him in prayer, he told them: "Do not bow your heads, but look up so you can see God and ask His blessing in what we're about to do." Also, that night, General Matthew Ridgway on his cot, listening in the darkness for the promise God made to Joshua: "I will not fail thee nor forsake thee."
These are the things that impelled them; these are the things that shaped the unity of the Allies.
When the war was over, there were lives to be rebuilt and governments to be returned to the people. There were nations to be reborn. Above all, there was a new peace to be assured. These were huge and daunting tasks. But the Allies summoned strength from the faith, belief, loyalty, and love of those who fell here. They rebuilt a new Europe together. There was first a great reconciliation among those who had been enemies, all of whom had suffered so greatly. The United States did its part, creating the Marshall Plan to help rebuild our allies and our former enemies. The Marshall Plan led to the Atlantic alliance -- a great alliance that serves to this day as our shield for freedom, for prosperity, and for peace.
In spite of our great efforts and successes, not all that followed the end of the war was happy or planned. Some liberated countries were lost. The great sadness of this loss echoes down to our own time in the streets of Warsaw, Prague, and East Berlin. The Soviet troops that came to the center of this continent did not leave when peace came. They're still there, uninvited, unwanted, unyielding, almost forty years after the war. Because of this, allied forces still stand on this continent. Today, as forty years ago, our armies are here for only one purpose: to protect and defend democracy. The only territories we hold are memorials like this one and graveyards where our heroes rest.
We in America have learned bitter lessons from two world wars. It is better to be here ready to protect the peace, than to take blind shelter across the sea, rushing to respond only after freedom is lost. We've learned that isolationism never was and never will be an acceptable response to tyrannical governments with an expansionist intent. But we try always to be prepared for peace, prepared to deter aggression, prepared to negotiate the reduction of arms, and yes, prepared to reach out again in the spirit of reconciliation. In truth, there is no reconciliation we would welcome more than a reconciliation with the Soviet Union, so, together, we can lessen the risks of war, now and forever.
It's fitting to remember here the great losses also suffered by the Russian people during World War II. Twenty million perished, a terrible price that testifies to all the world the necessity of ending war. I tell you from my heart that we in the United States do not want war. We want to wipe from the face of the earth the terrible weapons that man now has in his hands. And I tell you, we are ready to seize that beachhead. We look for some sign from the Soviet Union that they are willing to move forward, that they share our desire and love for peace, and that they will give up the ways of conquest. There must be a changing there that will allow us to turn our hope into action.
We will pray forever that someday that changing will come. But for now, particularly today, it is good and fitting to renew our commitment to each other, to our freedom, and to the alliance that protects it.
We're bound today by what bound us 40 years ago, the same loyalties, traditions, and beliefs. We're bound by reality. The strength of America's allies is vital to the United States, and the American security guarantee is essential to the continued freedom of Europe's democracies. We were with you then; we're with you now. Your hopes are our hopes, and your destiny is our destiny.
Here, in this place where the West held together, let us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Let our actions say to them the words for which Matthew Ridgway listened: "I will not fail thee nor forsake thee."
Strengthened by their courage and heartened by their value [valor] and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died.
Thank you very much, and God bless you all.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Prayers for Patrick (not my brother)

There is a family Brooke has followed for awhile on Facebook.  The mother is from Kentucky, but she now lives in Hendersonville, TN (where Brooke is from).  The family is friends with a lot of Brooke's friends, and she heard about Patrick through mutual friends on Facebook.  Patrick is a 2 year old, blond haired, blue eyed boy.  Patrick is a big UK fan. Patrick likes Thor and race cars..... Patrick has a brain tumor they found just 70 days ago that was discovered by his pediatrician. His pediatrician happens to be his grandfather.  It is scary and shocking how fast your world can be turned upside down.  Patrick is an incredible fighter.  He has defied all odds to live this long but it is getting more and more difficult for Patrick.  They have stopped treatment for Patrick and are simply trying to make him as comfortable as possible.  I recommend you go to "Prayers for young Patrick F" on Facebook to read his entire story.  If you want, a video is available here....tissue alert

For the most part, I have refused to let Brooke read me any of Patrick's story.  It is simply my worst nightmare, and I cannot listen to it without getting emotional.  Yes, I recognize the immense struggle the entire family is going through, and the pain that Patrick must feel.  Selfishly, I shy away from the story in part because you can't help but imagine it being one of your kids. Being a parent can be one of the most challenging, yet rewarding things you can do as a human.  It isn't always beautiful but it is such an amazing ride.  However, sometimes the world is cruel, and occasionally you are placed in a position where must watch your children suffer.  You are always supposed to be the calm, reassuring force for the family.  Seeing your baby become ill is very difficult.  Seeing your baby slowly die in front of your eyes is unimaginable.  You suffer because their future is disappearing, you suffer because you can't take away the pain, you suffer because they suffer.  

Enter my girls above.  Brooke decided to have a garage sale this weekend.  With that, the education of what a garage sale actually is began for my girls.  They didn't quite understand why we were selling all our stuff.  One thing they do understand was getting money.  Dollar signs danced in their heads, and future plans were being made with their soon to be acquired riches.  At some point, Brooke told them to hit the brakes and slow down.  Perhaps with the garage sale they could also have a bake sale.  The next step then was to explain about the possible options of donating the money from the bake sale.  We don't think they fully understood what all this meant.  Brooke had to explain almost everything.  Some people don't have money, some people are hungry, some people don't have homes.  One thing they did understand was that there was a sick baby that their mother talks about, and that this sick baby could probably use the help.  The girls decided to make a poster (see above), and that they would donate some of their money from the bake sale to Patrick.  The girls decorated the poster above and Reagan thought it would be best to draw an angel watching over the sick boy.  Each girl made their own mark.  

Im not sure of the success of the garage sale, however the girls made $17.50 from their bake sale.  There were people who didn't even want the cookies but couldn't say no to the girls.  When all was said and done, Reagan made the executive decision that all the money should go help Patrick.  

This is a horrible situation, any way you slice it.  There are very few silver linings in this cloud.  Maybe, it will make you a little more appreciative of your good health.  Maybe, it will bring you closer to your God. Maybe, you will hug your children a littler tighter tonight.  One silver lining, for me, is how proud I am in the girls (all 5 of them) for doing what they can to help Patrick.  Im proud of Brooke for teaching the girls some good lessons,  and Im proud of the girls for giving up their money.   Brooke and I  thought it would be best to put some of our money in the pot to send to Patrick too.  None of it will pay back to Patrick and his family the lessons his family has given to mine.  A boy, far away, belonging to two parents we have never met, teaching all of us a lesson.  

All I ask is that your be thankful for your blessings.  Don't wait until a day in November to give thanks. If you believe in God, whoever your God is, say a prayer for Patrick before you go to bed tonight.  

Patrick,
I pray that your suffering is short.
I pray that your parents find comfort knowing that you will soon be snuggled by the Angels above.
Our loss is heaven's gain.