Are you making a difference in this world?
After the loss of a very close, lifelong friend I thought about what my legacy would be. What am I doing to enrich the world just a tiny bit?
Very few people would tell you that they need to work less and make less money. People always tend to live just above their actual income level. If you think you’re struggling with life, you should know there are others in lower AND higher socioeconomic classes that would trade places with you in a heartbeat.
Is there a way to leave a legacy? Yes….volunteering! People who ask me about my personal experience often tell me they have zero extra hours a week. I guarantee you, EVERYONE has a few extra hours per week; it’s all about time management.
In your town, there are lots of opportunities to help. There is probably a Meals on Wheels program nearby. Delivering meals to senior citizens for just a few hours, one day a week is a much needed service.
In my city, there are food banks that are always looking for a little extra help. You can also help by donating canned food to the food bank.
Schools are always looking for volunteers to help students who might be struggling with a subject and would otherwise be left behind. If you can read or do simple math, you can help.
Most local law enforcement agencies have a volunteer program where you can help taking phone calls, helping people fill out forms or even checking on the homes of people on vacation.
Do you have a special skill in your in your career that might be of use elsewhere? My last job in law enforcement was working a police K-9. I trained my dog daily and helped other handlers train theirs. It was a pretty easy fit when I volunteered at a local animal shelter working with dogs. The greatest feeling I’ve experienced in many years was when a local radio personality adopted a dog I had been training and posted his experience on social media. He posted a video of the dog walking very nicely on a leash…..that was all me!!
Helping less fortunate humans and animals leaves a warm fuzzy feeling that lasts; not only with you but with the human or animal you’re helping.
60th Birthday Thoughts
It’s not hard to reflect on one’s life on their 60th birthday. Didn’t think I’d make it to 30 let alone 60?
So, as I sit here with my coffee and my cat, I thought I’d bang out some of my thoughts. Some things I’ve learned over the years.
As a young man, my pathway led to a career in Radio. I loved it as a kid. Spent many a Friday night with my “Realistic” 9 volt radio to my ear. Though that radio, I grew up listening to some of the greatest radio talents and some of the greatest music of all time. Never knowing then, that radio had a plan for me.
In this storied field, I have had so many incredible experiences. I’ve drank Whiskey right from the bottle backstage with Grace Slick and Mickey Thomas. I did stand up comedy opening up for Jackson Browne. Hell, I even went bowling with Weird Al!
Accomplishments were many. I was too young to realize and appreciate them back then.
Turning this milestone birthday and reflecting back on life begs the question… what is my legacy?
It’s really pretty simple. It has nothing to do with your job and your accomplishments. It has everything to do with your Family. Money and material things will come and go. My legacy is the life I have created with my wife. We have been married for 28 years. We have three grown children. We have two beautiful, healthy grandsons. At this point in my life, their happiness is all that matters to me.
I have many friends, but few I call close. As I believe it should be. Want to know how many friends you really have? Just count the ones that would help you move. Be very thankful for those!
Life was going pretty much as planned when I was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer. It always happens to someone else, right? It was hell. But I learned a lot. Here’s what I learned.
When you have Cancer, you will begin a journey that only you can go on. Oh sure, your loved ones will be there for you, but you’re the only one who ultimately will be on the operating table. Or in Chemo. Or in radiation.
You need to have a support group. Be it friends, Family or even strangers in a group setting. Cancer not only ravages your body, it really fucks with your mind. It will make you question your very existence. Before my surgery I had a mantra of “I got this!” I found out quickly… I didn’t.
It was at that point I thought I would gladly give up my life so that no child should ever have to go through this uncaring, indiscriminate disease.
I learned that I could not have gotten through this horrendous time in my life without my wife, Teresa. She was my rock.
I had a very close friend from High School who sent me funny jokes or a song or whatever crossed his mind to try and make me smile. Not just two or three times… every single day for two months! If that’s not the true definition of love and friendship… I don’t know what is? I hope you have this in your life.
I swore that if there ever came a time when a friend with Cancer called on me for help… I would always be there. No on should ever go through this alone. It’s impossible.
I promised that I would bounce back. I would beat Cancer and be better and stronger than ever.
I’ve saved these for last. This is what I would like to pass on to you.
Pursue your dreams but remember… Dreams are just ideas without commitment. Oh and your dreams will come up against challenges. Stay committed!
Hard work does pay off! It may seem like it’s taking forever, but it will happen at exactly the right time in your life.
And finally, learn to stay in the moment. Recognize it as a moment and stay in it as long as it naturally lasts.
Want to know the secret to a happy life? It’s “Living in the moment!”
Thanks for reading!
If you're like me, and I know I am...
My eyes are extremely “light-sensitive”.
I never leave the house without sunglasses. Even on a rainy day.
I only wear good glasses. I’ll spend a buttload of dough because I take care of them.
I don’t lose or break them. I keep them in a case. Protect them like an iPhone.
I only wear Ray-Bans. Aviators actually. I rock them as you can clearly see!
At my last license renewal, I was labeled as needing “Corrective Lenses” while driving. Sucks!
It was at that point that I decided I needed to have prescription sunglasses.
In an effort to save a few bucks, the guy at Costco suggested a pair of Ray-banesque looking “knock-offs”.
I tried. Just not the same. My Ray-Bans were an amber hue, the new glasses green. Couldn’t do it.
When I’m driving on a foggy day here in Sacramento, my Ray-Bans cut right through it.
If it’s dusk and that beautiful big red ball is sinking into the horizon… yup! My Ray-Bans!
You can’t beat a great pair of sunglasses! And summer is coming!
Here are the ones I wear:
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Here are some others I think are pretty cool!
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Hey Mom! My iPhone screen is cracked again!
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard this from both of my kids.
Since the inception of cell phones, I’ve probably owned three? That’s it!
How is that possible you might ask? Like you, my phone is an extension of myself. It is rarely out of my sight. I keep it in a protective case. I’ve never had it in my back pocket. I don’t take it near water.
Now that I think about it, my phone is like a hammer to carpenter. It is in fact a tool that I use every day.
Almost all of my kids are grown. However, not grown enough to pay for a new phone. Mom and Dad still have to do that. I think between the two of them. They’ve probably broke 6 iPhone screens?
How is that possible?
People wonder why it is that I will spend $200 on a new pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. “You’re just going to lose them?” they say. So NOT true. I keep my glasses (both prescription) in a case that holds both pair. I wrap them in a soft cleaning microfiber towel before putting them in. They are never scratched and I always know where they are.
So how is it that when people are constantly losing, scratching or breaking theirs?
Well, flash back 50 years or so to when I was a kid growing up in the late 60’s. We really didn’t have much money. At Christmas, we’d get a bike as our big present, but it was used? New to us but… still… used. My Dad would buy it from somebody at McClellan AFB and he’d fix it up! He’s really make it shine. I used to think about how much work my Dad put into the project. It made me always wanted to keep it new and clean and shiny! But mostly because it was mine.
Later in life as I began to play sports in school, when the time came to get new football cleats or basketball shoes, my Dad would say “How much are the new shoes?” I’d say $40? He’d say “here’s $20, you can pay for the rest!” And I would. And I’d take care of them. Why?
Because you don’t fully appreciate something of value that you earned until YOU have to pay for it!
Through time, parents have always wanted to provide for their kids a better life than they had as children. That just perpetuates a vicious cycle that doesn’t teach a lesson?
We need to STOP giving our children everything they desire. Sure, it’s easier to just give it to them to shut them up. Cave to peer pressure so that your kids aren’t the only ones not to have the latest fad.
They need to earn it.
I used to sell fruit from our backyard fruit trees to our neighbors door-to-door. There is always a way you can make money if you just use your head.
They need to make a goal and work towards that goal. Maybe have a matching plan like a company does with a 401k plan? For every dollar they keep in savings, you’ll match it at the end and before they make their purchase.
People do not have respect for things that they didn’t actually pay for. When you wonder why that is?
Blame it on your parenting!
Resolutions shouldn't necessarily be things to stop doing or to get rid of, but instead they should be about embracing a different mindset.
It's time to drop the bad habits. A purge if you will!
The key is to find what makes you happy and do whatever it takes to get it and keep it.
Here are some ways to make this the best year of your whole life:
Do something that scares the shit out of you.
Spend time with people who make your life better.
Allow yourself sleep in sometimes!
Take a day off just because you want to.
Perform a random acts of kindness.
Don't take everything so seriously.
Pick a new hobby that makes you happy.
Don't bring work home with you.
Don't dwell on things you can't change.
Do something that makes you feel accomplished
Make time for yourself.
Finish something you started.
Treat yourself to something you've been wanting forever.
Get rid of things (and people!) you don't need!
Decide what you want, and go f*cking get it.
Thursday, January 11, 2018
I had a moment of “Divine Intervention” this week.
Have you ever, in an emotional state, banged out an email or message to someone that would completely change the dynamics of a friendship upon their receiving it? Things you wrote that were absolutely the truth, but so hurtful in context.
And in your fit of rage, you hit send anyway? With total disregard for the other person’s feelings?
I did that Friday night.
Person A asked me via email if I would please not discuss something very specific in front of Person B for fear that they might see their sub-par efforts on a project.
My feelings were such that this person would not have put themselves in that position had they just done their job properly in the first place.
I practically handed this very lucrative project to Person A, and he/she really just goes through the motions and collects the money. Money, for all intents and purposes, really should be going directly to me. Oh, and that’s not to say there isn’t a lot of schmoozing going on. But this person is all about the sizzle and as it would appear, very little steak.
It was Friday night, so… I hit send.
Throwing caution to the wind… I hit send!
And so it began. My heart became roommates with my stomach, for the whole weekend. What would the repercussions be? You know that feeling? When you actually pull the trigger and hit SEND!
Had a busy Saturday and worked for most of the day with it constantly in the back of my mind. Sunday was much quieter but yes, it was right there with me.
Why hadn’t this person replied? Was all this anxiety worth it?
I woke up Monday morning and figured this person was probably devastated by my harsh words. That’s when I remembered that I had forwarded this message from my work email, to my home email so I thought they might have sent the reply there! Either way, I expected to see some sort of retort.
I got to work and immediately opened my inbox.
There it was!
My message had been sent to me and not Person A. When I forwarded it, instead of replying to them, I had replied to myself. All of my communique was sent to myself. That’s why they didn’t reply?
All of this because I hit SEND. On a Friday night. After a few beers.
You can't put toothpaste back into the tube. You can’t take back words. You can't go back!
I will never do that again.
Devine intervention and lesson learned.