Why I Had To Get Back On That Horse (Power)

If you’ve ever crashed a motorcycle, you’re probably familiar with what I felt like when I did. I shouldn’t have been surprised since I have a history of crashes when it comes to trying new things equipped with motors. The first time I took my daughter on a jet ski, I dumped us . .…

Anger Is A Gift – Learning To Like My Grudges

I get angry, but I hide it well.  People tell me that I’m calm and even-tempered.  I am, mostly.  They admire that about me, they say.  I realize that they only see the outside of me, though. Inside is where the anger is……or where it can be.  Hidden. I’ve heard it said that people who seem…

How Does It Feel To Be Taken Out Of Use?

I sold my business a few years ago and, since then, almost everyone I run into, who knows about the sale, asks me how I’m enjoying retirement.  I’m gracious and smile, but I’m not enjoying retirement, because I’m not retired, at least not the way they (and all of us) have been trained to think…

An Uncomfortable Lesson I Took Too Long To Learn

Saturday, September 21, 1991, was the scariest day of my life. I was 24. It was the final day of a three-day company management conference. A bunch of trashmen, gathered in a Houston hotel to learn about what’s happening with the company.  How it’s performing, what the future looks like. What’s new, or next. A…

Judgments I Can’t Ignore Even If I Could

All I was interested in was getting some breakfast.  I wasn’t pressed for time.  I wasn’t looking to judge. I’d taken the hotel shuttle and passed through the TSA screening.  The shuttle was filled with flight attendants soon to be on their way to who knows where.  Their uniforms were crisp, professional.  I glanced at…

Why My Best Friend Is My Best Friend

No one’s ever asked me why my best friend is my best friend.  Maybe you’ve been asked that. I heard someone talking about this (on a podcast – “Cal Fussman, Big Questions” – that I’m test-driving), so I decided to ask myself.  Here’s the answer, for what it’s worth, which, I’ll admit, may not be…

A Football Play Saved Me From The Cemetery

I started playing football when I was in the 5th grade, and by the time I was in 8th grade, I felt like I was pretty good.  Others took notice as well.  Our coach went by the name Bucky.  I never knew, or can’t remember, his real name.  I thought he knew everything about football, like I…

My Lack Of Curiosity Cost Me Millions

I like to think lots of things about myself, but being curious is something I think I really am.  I like to explore the unknown, ask about and understand what appears to be known, learn what’s possible. 'They’ say we’re born curious (I can’t remember what I was like when I was born, so I’ll take…

Why My Mirror Means More To Me Than My Photo

I’m not a narcissist. I promise and pinky swear.  But I have to admit that I don’t mind looking at myself in the mirror.  I prefer that to seeing myself in pictures, by a long shot. When I look in the mirror, I see hair and height, straight teeth, youth.  I can’t hope for handsome. …