FIT@50 \ week 14
Thursday night at a family birthday supper my niece said how odd it looked to see a wedding ring on my hand. I said it throws me off balance. Then I thought about what I said.
There’s a weight associated with this ring. It’s called balance.
To shift from decades of doing what I wanted, when I wanted to coordinating daily calendars for meeting the needs of the family took balance. Shifting gears from an “I want” to “We need” has been easier than I would’ve led Liliana Hart to believe (don’t tell her though.)
Balance is the key.
The day after the wedding, we both returned to our regular Monday schedules. There was work to be done after all. Our pastor (who said being tagged in one of our post was a never ending series of alerts) talked about celebrating marriage and carving out the time to honor it.
This week we unplugged and headed out of town for the weekend. It rained, so the pool, the beach and the outdoors we both enjoy were taken off the table. Instead, we goofed off, avoided talking about work or business and never once cautioned the other about eating dessert for breakfast.
Balance is what we found.
FIT@50 \ week 6
Today is Max’s birthday.
This picture becomes more special to me each year. It was taken moments after he arrived—perfect.
There was no Down syndrome, no mental, physical, emotional or social challenges in this picture. There was no speech therapy, physical therapy or occupational therapy in this picture. There was no blame or shame in this picture.
There was also no idea about the joy of God’s merciful blessing in this picture. There was no shift in my life’s priorities in this picture. There was no worldwide community of physical or virtual supporters in this picture. There was not the man you know me to be today in this picture.
Today is Max’s birthday.
This picture was taken moments after he arrived—perfect.
PLEASE SHARE to SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX
This week honors Emergency Dispatchers – the life lines who answer frantic 9-1-1 calls, dispatches officers to the scene and records the funny or painful details of each call for service. Often unsung, Emergency Communications Operators are the true heroes – Hug a Police Dispatcher – Do it today
FIT@50 \ week 4:
1 hour –
I was feeling a bit omniscient this week as my 25th year in law enforcement roared around. Sharing a few old stories with the guys helped me reflect on how incredibly different my life had turned out.
Our historical journey migrated to a generational generalization. You know the one about, “kids now a days…” Seems the moment 8 hours of accrued leave is earned, some employees miraculously become ill for precisely 8 hours.
Just then a commander interrupted. He shared the story of an officer who asked permission for 1 hour off to attend a doctor’s appointment. This senior officer’s eyes turned glassy, red and he dropped his face.
“This guy’s fighting for his life, and he asks permission to take 1 hour for the doctor.” I understood his emotion. Officer Paul Thibodeaux who suffers with Cystic Fibrosis has blessed us all. He needs a double lung transplant to survive.
His passion to live his dream of being a police officer is so incredibly intense, that he humbly asks permission for 1 hour away from that commitment to serve. Being fit at any age includes seeing the “amazing” in others – This young man inspires me.
1 Hour – Just imagine if we all shared that commitment.
It’s My Anniversary:
This has been a banner year for me. Within weeks of celebrating my 50th birthday, I’m now blessed with my 25th Anniversary.
This is the date I answered the call, and the lifelong desire to serve became reality. It’s the day I became part of another, much bigger family that didn’t always share with my first one. It was the year I first gained new brothers and sisters, and became part of something mystical called the Blue.
My Anniversary also means more than seniority or experience. The significance of loss through line of duty deaths emblazons the significance of being blessed with surviving yet another year on the Job. The experiences (amazing and horrific) over 25 years are almost unimaginable, but the sacrifices are noble when offered with a sincere heart.
Would I do it again? Yes—it’s an honor to serve you.