Discovery — Page 50

CLEAN SLATED

February 22, 2016 By ChuckBehrens 2 Comments

https://youtu.be/R45HcYA8uRA

Forgive me. . .

I’ve got

R E G R E T S

and u n l i k e

Frank Sinatra’s MY WAY. . .

They are way too m a n y to Mention

I, on purpose, D I D N O T post this on

New Year’s Day

Because that’s always a Universal

C L E A N S L A T E D A Y

B U T

The most needed C L E A N S L A T E D A Y

IS TODAY

or whenever the REGRET weighs the heaviest.

. . .or turns the r e a r v i e w m i r r o r into a w i n d s h i e l d

Psssssssst of the Day:

THE PROBLEM ISN’T THAT WE DON’T HAVE AN ERASER. . .

IT’S THAT WE DON’T USE IT !

Every day is a CLEAN SLATE

. . .DO THE THINGS YOU REGRET

N O T d o i n g

o f t e n

It may be tough living with your regrets. . .

but not as rough as n o t having the opportunity to make a few more in your life

or harder still. . .

g e t t i n g c l e a n s l a t e d

all over again

because our only p e r f e c t i o n s

are our i m p e r f e c t i o n s . . . .

S H A M M E R S

January 27, 2016 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

Does the REAL

T H E R E A L L Y R E A L Y O U

ever stand up?

I BELIEVE

are absolutely powerful words.

I BELIEVE . . .

I believe that there’s no one that writes a better blog, that speaks a more powerful message, that brings a more awesome presentation–EVER–than me. . .

I BELIEVE

I believe it with all of my heart

but. . .

I K N O W IT’S NOT TRUE

Ahhhhhhh. . .the Classic Case of the Impostor Syndrome. . .

It’s an old term. . . 1978

coined by a clinical psychologists

Dr. Pauline R. Clance and Suzanne A. Imes.

The Impostor Syndrome refers to a high-achieving individual marked by an inability to internalize their accomplishments and a persistent fear of being exposed as a

wait for it

. . . a fraud.

Pauline and Suzanne both surmised that despite external evidence of their competence, those exhibiting the syndrome remain convinced that they are frauds and do not deserve the success they have achieved. Proof of success is dismissed as success is dismissed as luck, timing, or as a result of deceiving others into thinking they are more intelligent and competent than they believe themselves to be. . . .

Marianne Williamson assures,

“We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? ACTUALLY, WHO ARE YOU NOT TO BE?

The Impostor Syndrome

is, if not universal. . .pervasive.

I remember reading once that the great Nobel Laureate, Maya Angelou once said,

“I have written eleven books, but each time I think ‘uh-oh, they’re going to find out now. I’ve run a game on everybody, and they’re going to find me out'”

I often feel the same right before a presentation or a workshop I’m presenting

or every Sunday morning as I stand before a congregation

or a grieving family as I conduct a loved one’s memorial service

or when I look in the mirror

and know the real truth. . . .

Does the Real you

T H E R E A L L Y R E A L Y O U

ever stand up. . . ?

Uhhhhhhhhh. . .

Would You Recognized Y O U

if you did ?

Pssssssssst. . .

B L I N K

and look again. . .

and do what you’ve been doing all of your life

looking the I M P O S T O R

right in the eye and spitting in it

as you go on living on in spite of the

haunting S H A M M E R !

Excuse Me. . . .

January 25, 2016 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

Sometimes. . .

Life isn’t so much as a cabaret

as it is a

C H A R A D E

T H E Y

tell us that 93%

of communication is non-verbal.

Dr Mehrabian

is a UCLA professor who published his study all the way back in 1967 in the Journal of Consulting Psychology.

He identified

N O N – V E R B A L

Communication is basically everything that’s not words;

Eye Contact

Gestures

Inflection

Dress

Proximity

all play important, but subtle roles in determining our understanding of a person’s meaning.

S E E

Life really is a Charade. . .

So maybe it’s so much as

W H A T S A Y Y O U ?

as it is

W H A T H E A R Y O U ?

Listen closely with your e y e s

and be amazed at what you

r e a l l y

hear!

Two Buck Chuck

January 15, 2016 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

Well. . .

Now you know. . .

Now you know that I didn’t win the 1.6Billion-dollar PowerBall

and I’m fairly sure that no one who happens to have split those winnings three ways, is reading this either.

Now you know. . .

maybe what you know,

know that you know,

and bet your life that you know. . .

but for the life of you don’t act like you know

or. . .even recognize.

I didn’t fully

until this morning when I, like millions of others, found out that what

W I N N E R S

we really are.

I found out that the odds of winning were about 1 in 292 million, which we are told are to be worse odds of being mauled by a bear and being attacked by a shark and marrying a supermodel–

A L L C O M B I N E D.

You know what my Two-Bucks bought me?

H O P E :

If you think about it–for two-bucks it’s a great deal, no matter what the odds. I mean, come on, for just two-bucks, I bought a chance for 1.6 Billion dollars. That’s a pretty great deal, isn’t it? H O P E ! It took no skill, no special prayers, I was on equal ground with everyone else without nothing to do or with anyone to compete.

Two-bucks bought me

P E R S P E C T I V E:

The simple experience of playing and actually l o s i n g was worth it. This two-bucks lasted longer than an amusement ride or a movie or a Broadway show; this p e r s p e c t i v e lasted for days as we dreamed about how we’d help people and actually change their lives; make dreams that have never been dreamt, come true. It allowed for friendships and camaraderie and love as I joined other groups at church, at work, in the neighborhood in buying tickets together; we even commiserated about how it just wasn’t in the cards for us to win, and like everyone else who bellied up to that PowerBall Bar, took the chance, anyhow–all that for being Two-Buck-Chuck.

You know what my Two-Bucks really bought me?

I had an awesome conversation with my son last weekend, one of so many other fantastic talks; I found out at in a matter of less than a week we were going to be grandparents to one of our daughters, first daughter, another daughter’s second expected baby, and another daughter’s engagement to be married; I am going to be celebrating thirty fast years of marriage to a woman who said y e s when the whole world and mostly myself was screaming, N O; I’ve served four amazing churches in the past 36 years; companioned hundreds of terminally ill patients; supported their families; conducted hundreds of weddings and thousands of funerals; been befriended by people that can’t be created or imagined by Hollywood’s greatest writers. . .what’s the price tag on all of that? Two bucks? 1.6 Billion?

Hmmmmmmmmmm of the DAY:

A L L O F T H I S F O R

t w o b u c k s. . . .

Two-Buck-Chuck figures the odds of winning some 1.6 Billion dollars don’t stack up to the best two bucks I’ve spent countless times over–especially just right now–that’s gotten me to the point of where

I know. . .

I know that I know. . .

I bet my Life that I know. . .

what for the rest of my life I intend to act

LIKE I KNOW

(what’s really precious and priceless)

Y O U ?

It’s great being
W I N N E R S

Two-Buck-Chuck realizes t h a t

(as do I now hope you do, too)

A Never Ending Wave

January 11, 2016 By ChuckBehrens 2 Comments

Q U E S T I O N O F A L I F E T I M E :

Is it easier to to

S T A R T

a R i p p l e

or to

S T O P

a R i p p l e ?

Psssssssst:

The only true way to answer the question is by

H O W Y O U L I V E !

. . . w e l l

H O W

L I V E

Y O U ?

Are you making a

S P L A S H

D A M M I N G

the Flow. . . ?

If you’re not soaking

you’re dry rotting.

NEVER

LET

KINDNESS

END

WITH

YOU. . .

Here’s to making your next kind act, your greatest

y e t

but

not

your best to come. . . .

Is it easier to start a ripple or stop a wave?

How Live You ?

It’s In Every ONE of Us. . . .

November 2, 2015 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

I first saw this video well over 20 years ago

at all places. . .

A Humor Conference.

I love when I have shown this to children–

they laugh–a lot !

I use to show this video with new Volunteers or Spiritual Care Volunteers with Hospice.

I would always ask this question as soon as it was over:

W H A T ?

WHAT’S IN EVERY ONE OF US ?

Pain

Un-met expectations

Hurt

Disappointment

Suffering

Expectations

Hopes

Joys

Love

Fear

Faith

Doubt

Happiness

Sadness. . .

I mean the list really is endless and it’s all with the same message, isn’t it?

IT’S IN EVERY ONE OF US. . .

it’s the one universal assurance–given–in our lives

ANY LIFE !

My favorite part of the video is near the end where it illustrates THAT point the best

when one face morphs into the next face into the next face into the next face. . . .

There’s so much in this World that separates us

. . .so much

that really doesn’t

What. . .what do you notice. . .recognize

the m o s t ?

Psssssst: Rub your eyes. . .rub them again. . .

do more than look–

S E E

celebrate

live

what’s

In Every One Of Us

and never experience it any other way.

The ROUGH Side of the Sheets

August 21, 2015 By ChuckBehrens 8 Comments

It’s this simple:

The Other Side of The Sheets are always Rougher, Scratchy, More Abrasive. . .

N O T C O M F O R T A B L E

There’s no such thing as a perfect day, but this one came close to it.

Do near perfect days scare you?

Are near perfect days, the big

B E W A R E:

SOMETHING BAD IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ?

Honestly. . .that thought didn’t cross my mind

THIS TIME!

After a very busy morning, we spent the rest of the day together.

We traveled two-and-a-half-hours to go visit and take my parents out to dinner. We spent over three hours together at a restaurant with them that felt more like less than thirty minutes.

We traveled the two-and-a-half-hour ride back home, much like we did there, talking, dreaming, scheming, singing songs from my LOVER PLAYLIST

We laughed, even got a little misty a couple of times when we talked about things of the past, the specialness of

THE NOW

and spoke of the great Look Ahead and how we saw ourselves

T H E R E

How many times do we say or heard it said:

GRAB THE MOMENT AND MAKE IT COUNT

NEVER PASS UP AN OPPORTUNITY TO SAY OR BETTER STILL, SHOW

I L OVE YOU.

. . .because ‘YOU NEVER KNOW’

We did THAT!

We knew it was GOOD

and we really embraced it for just THAT

We saw exactly how good Life was and then, it wasn’t. . .

We finally got home, but we really weren’t tired from a day of traveling;

Nearly perfect days REFRESH not REPRESS

We watched the end of a show on TV and then the 10:00 p.m. news and went to bed;

slept great.

We woke up early, just like always, ready to make the new day OUR’S like the day before

and before I could blink,

Erin had a seizure and then another one and then another one in the back of the ambulance and then another two in the emergency room. . . .

Before I could take a deep breath or several short gasped ones

We found ourselves on

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SHEETS

We found the other side of the sheets

are much ROUGHER than any other side we’ve ever felt

RAZOR BLADE-LIKE. . . .

Myth of the Day:
Just because we have a Near-Perfect Day,

and Know it,

and Act Like it,

Experience it fully,

EMBRACE IT COMPLETELY. . .

WE STILL WANT MORE. . .always a just a little more. . . .

(For the next several Friday’s I will be posting about the ROUGH experiences from the other side of the sheets, and mostly. . .the lessons experienced, learned and now, hopefully, shared. I hope you enjoy the journey’s and more, take the opportunity to share a few of yours so that we can all learn a little more about those razor blade laden sheets…and in the sharing, soften them a little)

Paint Your Picture

August 17, 2015 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

It’s one thing to paint a

M A S T E R P I E C E

. . .And it’s quite another to just realize

YOU are a MASTERPIECE

John Bramblitt

went blind and only then began to really see. . .amazing that he felt going blind was actually the BEGINNING, the Prerequisite of him becoming an artist?

Have you ever gotten the feeling that there just might be something else you no way, no how, ever can do?

John Bramblitt is a blind artist from Texas who not only had sight, but is now blind, but

NOW AN ARTIST WHEN HE ONCE WAS NONE!

John paints the most amazing, colorful paintings–and he can’t see them, but to paint them he just doesn’t

i m a g i n e

he actually feels them and maybe best of all. . .

makes you experience them!

Obviously the inspirational point is apparent. . .

or. . .or is it?

Need we become so blind to

g e t i t ?

Y O U

are the Masterpiece the YOU need to BE

Y O U

are the Masterpiece the World needs to SEE

Y O U

are the Masterpiece that needs set Free

S E E, B E, F R E E

that magnificent Masterpiece in you

(o f t e n)

Get SHARED

The World is your Canvas. . .

waiting for your

C O L O R S

Deprive your Audience no longer!

What Year Your Heart Beats

July 10, 2015 By ChuckBehrens Leave a Comment

Forget about Candles on a Cake. . .

They can never really determine how old your Heart Beats

How old does your Heart Beat?

I know it was a Youth For Christ weeklong event, somewhere in Pennsylvania. . .I was 15 or 16.

It was better than any Church Camp I ever attended or Directed.

It was filled with lots of memories, but none any more powerful than the last night.

It was a Girls vs. Boys Flamingo Football game, on a muddy field and it was intense.

Flamingo Football is when the guys have to do everything by hopping around on one leg while holding the other one by the ankle–like a Flamingo.

The girls had all the advantages and even though they were slipping and sliding all over the place, they at least had two feet to do it; I don’t think they scored all that much, but WE DIDN’T SCORE AT ALL. And they tackled and blocked HARD.

Everyone was covered with mud. . .some bloodied, most covered with bruises we couldn’t see because of the caked mud. It was 60 or so teenagers who became first or second graders not afraid to get dirty.

Muddy. . .all of us. . .we, without getting washed off or changed, were all marched into the cafeteria hall to hear about the lesson of the Mud Sessions. . . .

THE LESSON

actually took place as we were going into the Hall. . . .

The caretaker/owner of the property was holding the door for us as we were walking in. . .with the biggest smile on his face.

He was just as muddy as all of us. . .he was the referee. . .who couldn’t quite keep his feet under him

“Looks like you had a good time, sir. . .”

“The best time ever. . .you kids made me feel young again. . .

and it was better than actually being young the first time around. . . .”

I wish I could tell you that I made a pact with my muddy self right then and there; that promised I would never let the days of my youth slip/slide away into old age. . . .

But. . .but I did RE-Member. . .

And I just put it all back together again recently when I was out playing with my grand-nephew’s and a couple of my granddaughters.

My Heart beat young again

forgetting my Osteoarthritic Knees, my lack of range of motion, my A G E

I remember well how my heart beat that Friday night as a 16 year old mud-caked kid. . .

I remember well how that mud-caked old man smiled young as we walked past him into the dining hall. . .

I remember well how I wanted that moment to be more of a lifestyle than just an idle instant. . .

I remember well how I’ve tried to not only make my heart beat young, but help other hearts to beat just as young AGAIN. . . .

When was the last time you remember your heart beating young?

Q U I C K

Throw me the ball

or better still. . .catch it. . .

and run

or chase

someone to remember again.

Just Throw

February 23, 2015 By ChuckBehrens 2 Comments

Kevin Costner has made a lot of different sports movies.

FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME is one of my favorites…no, it’s not the Classic, FIELD OF DREAMS or the funny, BULL DURHAM or even TIN CUP or DRAFT DAY, but it has some strong moments.

It’s about Kevin’s character, Billy Chapel near the end of his career playing for a not so good Detroit Tigers Team and he’s literally pitching the game of his life. He’s pitching a no-hitter going into the bottom of the 8th inning with a one run lead and he’s tired with not a whole lot left in the tank, when his catcher counterpart tells him that the whole team is behind him and that right now because of his awesome performance versus the New York Yankees that they “Don’t Stink.” He encourages his tired, nearly worn-out friend to:

“JUST THROW”

Oh, that’s right, he’s lost the love of his life and will soon find out that even throwing a no-hitter means absolutely nothing if YOU HAVE NO ONE TO SHARE THE JOY.

But, but that’s not the story, really.

The real story as told by Kevin Costner recently in an appearance on Mike & Mike on ESPN was that the movie almost never was able to take place; at least not in Yankee Stadium.

George Steinbrenner, who was still alive and the owner of the Yankees almost pulled the plug on the whole project.

Do you know why?

It was because when George read the script he found out that someone would come into HIS HOUSE of Yankee Stadium and actually NO-HIT his beloved ball club. He almost pulled the plug on the whole project because THE YANKEES LOSE!

They had to convince George that the Yankees, in fact, had already clinched the Division and it was just another game at the end of the season before they made another march in the playoffs. They had to assure George that the game MEANT NOTHING–that it was just a throw away game. And after believing that the game didn’t have significance he allowed the movie to be shot in Yankee Stadium with the Yankees being defeated in a dramatic No Hitter.

I love T H A T!

I so very much admire and at times envy THAT Passion of Mr. Steinbrenner.

That makes the movie, ultimately different, doesn’t it?

WHAT. . .

IN YOUR LIFE WOULD YOU NOT NEGOTIATE

unless you were totally assured it really had no meaning or significance and that indeed, it was actually to illustrate a greater outcome?

Now THAT question is like an all day sucker you can’t quite get your tongue around. . . .

JUST THROW

is really good advice if you know you’ve got THE WHOLE TEAM behind you; if you knew that just for this one significant moment in your life you could put your EVERYTHING in to IT with nothing to lose, when you were at your weakest, at your can’t-do-one-more-thing-exhaustive-break point.

JUST THROW

is really easy to do with pure, unadulterated PASSION!

It’s one thing to Recognize THAT Moment. . .

It’s one thing to Have THAT Moment. . .

It’s one thing to Give THAT Moment. . .

It’s one thing to Share THAT Moment with another. . .

It’s one thing to Combine THOSE Moments into ONE. . .

Go ahead…

JUST THROW!

Be the Magic!

Batter UP!

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