10 Ways to Save Your Life

Posted Thursday, May 31, 2012


I was recently on a plane and the flight attendant spoke up about the safety information she was about to share. She said, "It is better to know this information and not need it than to need it and not know it. This information could save your life." Good point!

Here is a list of "truths" that may save your life—specifically save you from living a life that EVEN YOU believe is not worth living.

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Do You Smell Something?

Posted Thursday, May 19, 2011


So, what’s the stench in your life? The one you don’t notice? What’s the fragrance in your life—the one that only other people smell?

Think of it this way. Have you ever come back from vacation and noticed the odor of your house? I’m not talking about forgetting to take out the garbage—I’m talking about that special smell that other people know as the fragrance of your home but you rarely smell because it is yours.

You also have a way of looking at life that is uniquely yours—or unique to your community. That smell or odor or fragrance—whatever you label it—that’s a piece of you. That’s your perspective on life.

Once upon a time—not long ago—my odor contained quite a bit of judgment of others, better than-ness, and self-righteousness. I wouldn’t be surprised if the odor still lingers although I am working hard to exchange it for inclusivity, friendship, and authenticity.

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It Starts Here: Love People--All of 'Em

Posted Saturday, March 05, 2011


Here's a picture of my family. I'm the little guy on the lower right. People who know me only now have a hard time believing it--but I was an outcast as a kid. This was back when the term "geek" had nothing to do with computers.

I was the awkward kid that didn’t quite fit in. I was a full year younger than some of my classmates so I was socially inept. Also, I was so skinny, pale, and my hair was so white that I was constantly teased with names like albino boy, chlorox kid, Whitey Herzog, and many more less savory names.

One of my favorite stories is one of revenge against a cruel classmate. It happened while I was working the drive-through at Wendy’s. At this point, I am a model 16-year old employee with a reputation for sharing the gospel with my co-workers while being an amazing cash-register operator. :-) Up pulls a convertible with a young high school couple and wouldn’t you know it—one of, if not THE WORST, tormentor of my middle school years is driving. My heart starts racing and I want nothing more than to poison his food with exlax or find some maggots—but I don’t have the time to do anything but hand over the completed order and say as loud as possible “Here you go—ASSHOLE”

He was pissed.

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