The best way to make
Valentine’s Day
a
l i f e s t y l e
of being an ongoing
Caring Catalyst
is summed up with
JUST 4 WORDS
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Who Cares - What Matters
The best way to make
Valentine’s Day
a
l i f e s t y l e
of being an ongoing
Caring Catalyst
is summed up with
JUST 4 WORDS
l e t
y o u r
l o v e
f l o w
https://youtu.be/RIUkqTq7RZQ
Have you actually ever
had a
D R E A M
come true?
Did it unroll before you
just as you scripted?
Was it better than you expected. . .
Greater than you imagined. . .
A Disaster ?
What would happen if
Y O U R D R E A M
actually
emphatically
unbelievably
inevitably
came true. . . ?
Would it fit under the
PHYSIC EQUATION:
FOR EVERY ACTION
THERE’S A REACTION ?
I F
Your every Dream
actually came true
at what cost
would
it
be
?
Emma Stone poses these kind of questions
p o w e r f u l l y
in her
Audition Song:
H E R E ‘ S T O T H E F O O L S
from La La Land
an Academy Award Nominated Movie
for the Best Picture of the Year
Here’s to rebels
the ripples from pebbles
The Painters
The Poets
The Plays
Here’s to the Fools who Dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here’s to the Hearts
that Break,
Here’s to the Mess
W E
m a k e. . .
L I V E
your life in such a way that
s m i l i n g
through
you’d pledge to do it
a g a i n
. . .a life full of dreams
realized
and not so
c o m p l e t e d. . .
A Caring Catalyst Life
fulfilled
and
intentionally
purposely
painfully
F U L F I L L I N G
I’ve got to
H A N D I T
to you. . .
no pun intended!
Really. . .
It’s never the Hand
you’ve been dealt. . .
Go ahead. . .
finish the cliche. . .
it’s the way you play it!
W R O N G !
When I do my presentation:
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I DIDN’T SAY,
I always H A N D
everyone a card as they walk in
and then I let them choose one on their own. . .
Most ask,
“Am I allowed to look ?” or
“What’s this for ?”
Then I forget about it. . .
almost until the middle to end of my talk;
I tell them to take their cards and ask:
“W H O W O N ?”
It’s amazing to me how many people
tell me that they have won and why. . .
. . .Say’s Who ?
“Why did you win?”
I ask,
don’t we know what game we’re playing and more. . .
here’s the clincher:
W H A T A R E T H E R U L E S ?
We play
U N A N N O U N C E D
G a m e s
e v e r y d a y
and as if that’s bad enough,
what’s worse,
we’re trying to F I G U R E
out the rules
let alone being willing to play by them;
Each person,
friend,
family,
stranger
deals up a set of cards for us
and the Game is O N !
The most important Language you’ll ever Speak
or Hear
is the one you’ll never utter or detect by sound,
but begging to be understood. . .
Pssssssssst of the Day:
It’s never the Hand you’ve been dealt,
or the Hand you’ve had
or are currently holding right now. . .
It’s Not the Hand you’re playing—
It’s the Hand you are Extending. . .
the hand you are Sharing. . .
the Hand you’re Giving. . .
and yes, most importantly,
the Hand you’re holding
(THAT’S ATTACHED TO ANOTHER ARM)!
NEVER let the hand you’re dealt
interfere with the
H a n d y o u E x t e n d. . .
Well. . .
What was your favorite Superbowl Advertisement?
Mine?
The one that
W A S N ‘ T
Isn’t that really the case with so much of our
L I V E S ?
We get so hyped up on the hype that we miss the real
h y p e
T H I S ?
A very, overly simply
Public Service Reminder:
It’s what you don’t see you need to keep your eyes open for
Now . . .
THAT’S worth the paper it’s printed on!
This Advertisement didn’t cost $5 million or $166,666 per second. . .
Cost me just a little bit of time–
Y O U, T O O
Pssssssssst of the Day:
P R I C E L E S S
The best kind of jingle in your pocket ?
the s i l e n t one. . .
T h e N e w L E S S
r e a l l y i s
M O R E !
He was the first AIDS patient I had ever met, let alone visit.
He was in the hospital and I was a part-time Protestant Chaplain.
I HAD TO VISIT HIM
within the first 24 hours of his admittance;
He was sick. . .
very, very sick. . .
It was 1993
He didn’t say he was gay
. . .I didn’t ask.
I introduced myself and explained why I was coming by to visit him.
I asked if he was comfortable and if there were was a Church or someone he wanted me to contact?
He told me that he grew up Catholic and had fallen away. . .
that he never felt comfortable or was made to feel welcome. . .
He told me that
‘t h e s t o r i e s’
didn’t ever make much sense to him
and felt like it was a little late to make any sense of them now. . .
He told me that he was a professional Ice-Skater/Choreographer
and really missed being with his students;
While we talking an Aide brought in his lunch–
Soup. . .
some orange jiggly jello. . .
a toasted cheese sandwich. . .
a carton of milk. . .
and an extra side of sandwich;
There were tears in his eyes which started streaming down his cheeks. . .
and before I could say another word. . .
“THEY do this three times a day. . .
THREE TIMES. . .
and then walk out thinking I can feed myself. . .”
He half laughed as he started sobbing
“JESUS CHRIST. . . I’M IN HERE BECAUSE I CAN’T FEED MYSELF!”
We both started laughing. . .
I opened up his milk carton and put a straw in it and gave him a sip
I cut his toasted cheese sandwich into small squares and gave him a bite
I brought the bowl of soup to his lips so he could sip it
I put a spoon in the jello and brought a small spoonful of jiggle to his mouth
I wiped his chin when another sip of milk dribbled out
and I held his hand
and I held his hand
and I held his hand
and I held his hand
and asked him if he wanted me to offer a prayer. . .
He put his other hand over top of mine
and didn’t look up
for what seemed like a longer than a significant moment could ever hold;
He spoke very slowly and almost in a sigh:
“You know. . .
I can’t remember the last time that anyone has ever touched me without having to. . .
I can’t remember anyone ever touching me without gloves on or wearing protective clothing. . .
I can’t remember. . .
I can’t remember. . .
I can’t remember. . . .”
he said over and over again.
I broke the trance
by asking him again if it would be okay if I offered him that prayer. . .
I’ll never forget what he said next:
“YOU JUST DID”
I said what you usually do a the end of a prayer as I squeezed his hand:
“a m e n”
T O U C E D
It wasn’t the first time
it certainly hasn’t been the last time
but I’m at the very best of me
when I can’t answer,
t r u t h f u l l y
WHO
TOUCHED
WHO ?
https://youtu.be/3L8diP48eN0
How long has it been?
There are many million
M I L L I O N D O L L A R Q U E S T I O N S
but not a whole lot of
M I L L I O N D O L L A R A N S W E R S
and the only one that ever really matters
e v e r
is the one single answer that makes any difference
to all of the questions put together
that seem to ask
W H O A R E Y O U ?
Are You More
Forgiving
Compassionate
Hoarding
Giving
Loving
Revengeful
Forgetful
Add A Verb
Add An Adjective
Add A Noun
Add A Pronoun
Add A Feeling
. . .It’s never a favorite possession
. . .It’s never your favorite Sense
. . .It’s never a favorite body part
. . .It’s never a favorite activity
. . .i s it. . . ?
. . .It’s always a loved one
. . .i s n ‘ t i t. . . ?
Which is the easier road with any one of these
on your back ?
How. . .long has it been
since you r e a l l y,
r e a l l y f o u n d o u t ?
(maybe that’s the tougher road)
The Common Cold Explained?
Has it ever been?
We get sniffles
We cough
We sneeze
We wheeze
We wipe a nose that can’t stop dripping
“WE CAN SEND A MAN TO THE MOON BUT WE CAN’T CURE THE COMMON COLD”
. . .and then there’s the Winter Cold.
There’s studies on this stuff, you know?
Dr. Mike Tipton, a Professor of Human Physiology at Portsmouth University in the UK studies the human body’s response to extreme environments–like being dunked in icy water or like what so many did on New Year’s Day when many took the Polar Bear Plunge in Lake Erie and I’m sure, other parts of the World.
Dr. Mike says the temperature of how your hands and feet dominate your overall sensation of thermal comfort. “You can be warm, but if your hands and feet are cold, you will feel cold,” Tipton states.
Hardly earth shattering information, huh? I mean go to a football game in sub-degree freezing temperatures WITHOUT GLOVES and in thin socks and thin shoes. . .you won’t make it till kick-off.
But maybe the worst,
the absolute worst kind of C O L D S
we can ever feel is not the ones we sneeze or shiver our ways through, but the
C O M M O N C O L D
we seem to be experts in giving one another
on any given day
at any given moment. . .
Isn’t THAT the worst?
Is it REALLY just because we’re different?
I remember my best friend when I was in third grade was Nathan. We were inseparable. Every waking moment, especially in the Summer, we were playing football, baseball or hide-and-seek and any other game we’d make up on the run. We traded baseball cards and had camp-out-sleep-on-the-living-room-floors sleep overs. We shared everything but his grandmother hated me; wouldn’t let me on her front porch or in their yard because I was a Lutheran and he,
. . .they were Catholic;
Somehow that brought out her Common Cold
. . .and it could kick the furnace on in a heat wave.
The Social Scientists will tell us
it’s all ingrained in us since our Cave Woman/Man days
when we fought over food or pelts or fire wood or a certain corner in the cave;
Maybe this is wired in us,
this ME-FIRST attitude
or my Tribe first,
my family,
my nation
first,
the idea of attacking someone first out of fear
that something will be taken from us. . ..
But more and more I’m finding I really am
S E A R C H I N G
N E E D I N G
an U N-C O M M O N C O L D.
It’s always seemed as if we have had to
O V E R C O M E
each other in order to guarantee our survival;
now more and more. . .
isn’t it that we are actually
D I S C O V E R I N G
new ways of relating to one another,
and here’s the KICKER,
we actually need each other to accomplish THIS!
When we IMAGINE
that the person,
known or unknown
before us might be having the worst day of THEIR lives,
that THEIR suffering is actually our Suffering. . .
it’s utterly amazing how the Common Cold becomes vastly more
M O R E U N C O M M O N
Now, THAT’S NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT. . . .
Ahhhhhhhhhhh,
a life without thick gloves and thicker shoes. . .
because
O U R W A R M T H
is sufficient!
(or maybe we keep sending our feelings/emotions and ourselves way past the Moon and Mars before ever getting around to curing THE COMMON COLD?)
THIS BLOG POST IS NOT A STORY ABOUT
D O N O R ‘ S or R E C I P I E N T S. . .
This is a blog posting about
T r a n s p l a n t s. . .
This is a blog posting about
A L L T H I N G S B E C O M I N G N E W. . .
As we are literally just a days p a s t of Old becoming the New
—-A G A I N—-
How is it that this special Transplant will take hold and not be rejected?
It all comes down to
One Word
One Person
Y O U !
What’s going to be refurbished?
What’s going to be Begun?
What’s going to be so far left behind that no high-powered Rearview mirror could detect?
What’s going to be Habit?
What’s going to be discarded?
What’s going to be Finished?
What’s going to be seen that’s been unseen?
What’s going to be heard that’s been muted?
Have you actually lived
The Best Year of Your Life ?
The answer to each of these questions are more
f u n d a m e n t a l ly i n d i v i d u a l
than your own heart beat or finger print. . .
The answer, in fact, is all about
Y O U !
So. . .
begin taking inventory. . .
Really find out
The WHAT
The HOW-COME-
The WHY
of it all
and just don’t carry the box load
of your old self
over to a different selected place and call it:
N E W !
Make THAT Heart beat count in the very best of all ways:
By making others feel. . .
hear it. . .
O F T E N !
The truest Transplant is something you donate and receive simultaneously
And not only is it NOT rejected but the
Truest Transplant is everlasting from year to year!
You’re on
The List. . .
Get a Transplant!
And more. . .
Give an Old Heart
a New B E A T
Sometimes. . .
it’s really less about the
p r o d u c t
and more about the
c o m m e r c i a l
When’s the last time you’ve been
Mrs. Claus’ed?
Maybe the better question:
When was the last time you have been
Mrs. Claus
to someone else. . . ?
You know it’s really not that hard. . .
See
Hear
Feel
Learn
of a need
and
M E E T I T
It just might be one of your
greatest secrets
you can share
without
having to
w h i s p e r
H O W
. . .Get Claus’ed
and then make sure you
C L A U S
away
without
C L A U S E. . .
because the best way to
Celebrate
D e c e m b e r 26
is simply to treat it like
D E C E M B E R 2 5
(f o r e v e r)
Psssssssssssst of the Day:
That’s the biggest not-so-confidential
s e c r e t
you’ll never quite be able to
hide
or
ever need to. . . .
https://youtu.be/PYOJ1j7axrE
T H I S I S C H R I S T M A S
Most wait 364 days for it to come
but the best Kind of Christmas
isn’t the one that’s expressed
with language
it’s the one that’s spoken with
with the heart
The best Kind of Christmas
isn’t the one that needs words
but the one that leaves you speechless
The best Kind of Christmas
isn’t the one sung of
but the one that symphonies match not
The best Kind of Christmas
isn’t found in a manger thousands of years ago
but the one found in you–
shared with countless others
T H I S I S C H R I S T M A S
HAVE THE MOST ENDLESS
MERRIEST ONE
A
Caring Catalyst can share
365 days a year
Pssssssssssst of the Day:
It just might be
one
simple
h u g
away!