Resolutions Made and Broken...Maybe

A conversation with myself...

"New year, new me!"

Yeah, OK.

"No, seriously, I'm going be a better version of me in 2019."

That's the same thing you said last year, remember?

"Well, yes, but..."

That's my point. Good intentions and sincerity turned into the same old you.

"Hold on a minute. I ate better, lost weight and got my A1c down over 2 full points,"

Yeah, you did...for awhile. Then good ol' Mr Temptation eased his way right back into the mix, though.

"Hey, but I did what I set out to do, didn't I?"

True. You're doing OK with the blood sugar and slipped up just a little on the 'eating right' deal but, overall, I guess you were a little different. So, what's it gonna be this year?

"Well, for one thing, I AM going to write a little more. I also want to let go of a few things, you know, put the past behind me and just keep moving forward. 'Can't change the past', as they say, and regret doesn't do anyone any good. I also will be making a concerted effort to get rid of smokeless tobacco."

Really? HA! How many times have you tried that one, then crashed and burned?

"I admit, its been very difficult; this time, though, I have a little extra motivation."

Oh yeah? What's that?

"Her name is Mila, my month-old granddaughter. She's gonna need her Papaw so I have to kick that habit. I mean, who else will make her ornery and spoil her? Plus my wife will be happy if I get rid of the pouches, too."

Yeah, gotta keep your redheaded angel happy. I mean, she's the one who turned you around and got life back on track for you. You owe that woman a lot.

"Yes I do; she sure could have done a lot better than me, that's for sure. I'm a lucky guy."

No, you're blessed. You also need to stop with the self-negativity, bub.

"That's true. If she's happy, I'm happy. Still, when I look in the mirror while shaving, I wonder what she sees in me. She sure didn't marry me because I'm dashingly handsome."

There you go again...

"Right. Sorry."

So, how soon do the pouches go away? It IS January 1st....

"How about....NOW?"

"

Semantics, Generations and Society

Please forgive the extended absence...we've had a lot happening lately.

Have you ever noticed how, as you've progressed through life, words and titles change, yet still have basically the same meaning?

For instance, a doctor's office or medical complex is now a 'wellness center'. Same place but different title. 'Wellness' implies 'good', kind of gives us a warm and fuzzy feeling. Instead of asking 'how's your health?' maybe we should ask, 'how's your wellness?'

Personnel managers are now 'human resources officers'....as opposed to 'inhuman resources'?

Maintenance departments are now 'operations centers'. People who work in operations still wax the company floors and mow the company grass.

The examples are endless.

During the War on Terror, there are no 'combat reporters'; they are 'embedded journalists.' Regardless of the title, they still get shot at right along with the troops they are annoying. Side note: none of the embedded newsies today can hold a candle to the great Ernie Pyle, who was a war correspondent in the Pacific theater during WW II. Pyle was killed in combat during the Battle of Okinawa in 1945. Being so highly respected by the troops he covered, he was interred in the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific in Honolulu...with his helmet. Pyle was also awarded a posthumous Purple Heart, a very rare occurrence for a civilian.

Which brings me to generational labels. Pyle was a part of America's 'Greatest Generation'; since then, we've had Baby Boomers, generations X and Y...and now Millennials. In my personal opinion, each generation has gotten a little weaker as far as societal standards and moral direction. Need an example? The old TV show 'Ozzie and Harriet'. When they'd shoot a scene that took place in the parental bedroom, they always depicted Mom and Dad as sleeping in separate beds. Always. Now? It's not uncommon to see partial nudity in bedroom scenes on television.

As part of the Baby Boomer generation, we grew up in a much different world. Cell phones, selfies, the internet, social media...they didn't exist. If we rode bikes we didn't do it wearing helmets; if we crashed and got scraped up, Mom would douse the wound with mercurochrome and slap a band-aid on it, good as new. We weren't rushed to the wellness center for an MRI or CT scan, where the medical staff could quite possibly report the parents to social services for child neglect because the kid wasn't wearing a bike helmet.

Don't even broach the subject of discipline. We didn't have 'time outs'; we had Dads with belts or Moms with switches.

...and the world would be a better place today if society still had them.

Self-Inflicted Wounds

I don't sleep much, averaging around five hours a night; arthritis in the shoulders and metal in the lower back see to that. As Dick Marcincko said in one of his books, 'Pain lets you know you're still alive.'

Awakening to this reminder of life at 0430, I made my usual breakfast of oatmeal (containing a tablespoon of peanut butter) and a non-fat yogurt, to go along with my Tim Horton's black gold, and retired to the recliner to browse the TV menu.

'Destroyed In Seconds' on Discovery caught my attention; this show depicts all sorts of disasters and accidents caught on video, so this would be my breakfast entertainment. Hey, it beats reading the back of the oatmeal box, right?

I was struck, while watching, by the number of avoidable incidents the show depicted. Things like earthquakes and hurricanes happen, you can't prevent them, but the number of people hurt by performing less-than-intelligent, unnecessary stunts was dumbfounding. That's saying something, coming from a guy who spent 31 years dealing with the public's problems.

For instance, the guy performing stunts on his motorcycle on a public highway as his buddy rides behind him, filming. He lost control in a high-speed wobble, went down and slammed into a car parked on the berm, all caught on tape. He suffered a broken arm and spine, but he survived.

The amateur stunt rider was lucky, though he suffered a painful price; others in the program weren't as fortunate.

It got me to thinking about the title of the program and how it can apply to events in our lives; a moment of pleasure or daring destroying our lives, literally in seconds. Allowing external influences to overcome our common sense, we have often made straight-out dumb moves or judgements. Some of those can do or has done irreparable damage, either physically, emotionally or both.

Though my life wasn't destroyed, Lord knows I've made my fair share of short-sighted, spur-of-the-moment decisions, most of them when I was a younger man. Its by the grace of God I am even here to realize those facts. For instance, my cousin and I thought it would be a good idea to walk out to the middle of a twin-tracked railroad bridge spanning the Ohio River; we discovered an access ladder that led down to the top of the central support buttress, about ten feet below the rail support timbers. That's where we were when a 100-car coal train rolled by mere feet above our heads, shaking the entire structure so badly I was sure it would come apart and throw us to certain death into the river a hundred feet below.

There's an excuse for that one, though, albeit weak: I was 14 years old. Kids and teens don't see danger nearly as well as adults, but that little trek could easily have cost us our lives. I told my parents about that one thirty-five years after the fact; Mom still wanted to take a belt to me.

The worst of the wounds we cause aren't the ones to ourselves, though, but rather to those we love. I've been on both ends of that scenario and, in both incidences, the emotional pain was just as intense as any physical pain could have been. Somewhere along the lines of both alcohol was involved.

I stopped drinking a long time ago, one of the best decisions of my life. The pain I had been causing to both myself and those I cared about was destructive. I took care of me first, which also took care of those close to me and, as a by-product, terminated other problems. Unfortunately, when the other side of a partnership refuses to acknowledge that a significant issue exists in their life, you can't fix it for them. They're far too busy revelling in their imagined glory to really take a look at themselves and see it.

What do you do? You move on. Impulsive behavior, in most cases, is going to cause damage somewhere in your life or someone else's, either immediately or down the road. Damage that appears later will always be at an unexpected time. Believe me on this one; experience is a great teacher.

Learn from your mistakes. Listen to those who have gone through some tough times of their own making.

STOP hurting yourself.

Truth In Advertising....Or Lack Thereof

When a realtor lists a foreclosed home and the first three words are "move-in ready"...beware. Chances are very high that it is not. Listing a home as MIR does NOT mean having to install a heat source, septic system and digging a new well because there is no water.

There's a security system commercial that is shown frequently on television; in this commercial, criminals are shown slowly creeping towards a home, intent on stealing something. The doorbell, which is also a security camera, allows the absent homeowner to see their approach and warn them off. The catch? This company follows the line of thinking that infests insurance companies and other home security advertisers on TV...every criminal in these commercials is caucasian. That's not racist, just fact. Watch and see for yourself. To those of us that enforced the law for a living, though, it goes like this: we're blue, and then there's everyone else. Race doesn't matter. A criminal is a criminal is a criminal, period.

On social media today I saw a poll; I won't go into what it involved, but you had to click a link to vote. Then, after you cast your vote, a pop-up asking for your credit card info appears because they want you to donate to their website...you know, so they can keep running their polls online. If you don't donate, your vote isn't recorded.

"If you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor." We all remember that lie, don't we? Well, now the Ohio Police and Fire Pension Fund is telling their own version of that fib. We were all told that retired members would receive a monthly stipend to offset the cost of health insurance, as OPF wouldn't be providing health insurance for its members as of January 1, 2019. As it turns out, that stipend will only be provided if a member enrolls in one of four Medical Mutual coverages; in other words, we can't shop for our own insurance...which would without doubt be cheaper and offer more coverage that the MM policies. Oh, and as for keeping my doctors? Under Medical Mutual, every one of my physicians, from my family doctor to my cancer surgeon in Columbus, is out-of-network. MM pays nothing if I have to see one of them. NOTHING.

THAT is outrageous, and I'm still three years away from Medicare eligibility.

Endeth the rant.

One Veteran

One veteran carried three wounded Marines, one at a time and under heavy fire, to safety after being caught in a Vietnamese ambush, only to collapse from exhaustion. He regained consciousness inside a body bag because the corpsmen thought he was dead.

One veteran fought to get to a trapped soldier inside BOQ 3 in Saigon, along with 14 other military policemen, during TET; only one other of his rescue group survived. Once inside the building, he watched as a Communist B-40 rocket exploded in the doorway, vaporizing one man and wounding everyone else inside, including himself.

One veteran charged ashore during the D-Day invasion at Normandy, under intense German machine gun fire, on June 6, 1944.

One veteran was captured, along with most of his company, behind German lines and held in the infamous Stalag XI B, a brutal prisoner-of-war camp, until being liberated 4 months later by a British armored column.

One veteran survived being shot down while piloting helicopters on five different occasions.

One veteran survived despite being so badly wounded by mortar fragments that corpsmen loaded him aboard a chopper that was carrying out dead soldiers.

One veteran survived aboard ship despite five Japanese kamikaze attacks in the South Pacific.

One veteran, as he exited a bunker while under attack by North Korean artillery fire, was wounded in the legs. His rifle was blown in half.

One veteran survived a mortar round explosion that blew him into the air, peppering both arms and legs with shards of metal; his life was spared because the flak jacket he'd been given just days before absorbed fragmented pieces that would have killed him.

One veteran, whose job was to remove wounded soldiers from battlefields, was wounded by a mortar round while carrying a badly injured soldier to safety. His unit suffered 50% casualties in Italy.

One veteran survived being wounded by grenade shrapnel from a Communist booby-trap that another Marine had triggered. He then was shot twice.

One veteran survived an exploding North Vietnamese rocket, taking a jagged steel fragment in his back. It killed the medic behind him.

One veteran took out a North Korean tank that had overrun their position with a bazooka.

One veteran left high school his senior year to enlist in the Navy; as his destroyer was under Japanese kamikaze attack in the Pacific, he shot one of the planes out of the sky with the 20-millimeter antiaircraft gun he manned.

That veteran, who never received his high school diploma, will be presented with it tomorrow at his alma mater in front of the current student body.

And I'll have the honor and privilege of introducing him.

THANK YOU, VETERANS!

Mindset

The alarm goes off right in the middle of a dream...or maybe you're so sound asleep that there is no dream. You roll over, reach out and your hand hovers above the 'snooze' button.

What you do next, that miniscule little moment of decision, can set the tone for the rest of your day.

It forms your mindset, frames your approach to everything you're going to do until you slip back between the sheets at bedtime.

The lure of a few more moments in that warm bed can be strong, can't it? Its powerful, that urge to doze a few more minutes, but does it have power over you? A study done by some think-tank on the taxpayers' dimes says that there's eighteen seconds to decide whether you hit that button or get out of bed and into the day.

I don't think its anywhere near 18 seconds. I can't recall the last time an alarm woke me up because I'm generally hitting the 'brew' button on the coffee maker right around 0430 hrs.

Why arise that early? There's things to get done, tasks to start or finish.

We generally have an idea of what the day ahead may entail, but we also know no two days are ever the same. There's too many variables, too many 'Murphy' moments that can occur. You get in the shower only to discover there's no water due to an overnight line break. Car won't start or you notice a tire with low air. It snowed while you were sleeping and the roads are slick. One of the kids wakes up sick. Your elbow bumps the coffee cup, splashing its contents all over your shirt. Caught in traffic because of a wreck that has the highway snarled.

That extra five minutes in bed put you that far behind.

Your mindset, your approach to life in general, can be what sets you apart. The snooze button? That was a rather mundane illustration but it fits the topic. We all have tasks we don't like but they have to be done, right? A former Navy SEAL and founder of SEAL Team Six, Dick Marcinko, says, "you don't have to like it, you just have to do it." I don't know how many times I said that to my boys when they were growing up, but I'm sure they'll recite it to their kids too.

Get it done. Attack those uninteresting or unavoidable tasks and put them behind you.  Don't procrastinate, not even for a day, because it just makes it easier to put things off in the future. Don't rationalize, incentivize. Give yourself a little reward for completing a job.

Like maybe hitting the snooze button tomorrow morning.

Rid Yourself Of Subconscious Stress

The worst kind of stress or tension you have in your life is the kind you don't even know about.

Take some time for you and only you. Seek solitude. Shut off the phone, the TV, the radio, the internet and get away from people. Find a quiet place with no distractions. Take a walk in the woods, sit by a river or lake and just be by yourself, just for a little while. It doesn't have to be a daily event, or even weekly, but you need to make time for yourself.

Its amazing then, at those times, how clearly you can hear that still, small voice that should be guiding your life. I say 'should' because we allow the clutter of daily life to all too often drown out that voice; when we allow that to happen, when we permit the static and noise of things that cloud our judgement strangle that voice, stress is created. Tensions mount. Problems are magnified.

Choose, at times, to be alone. Refresh your spirit. Drain your mind of those things causing your storms.

And seek the voice of God.