April 11, 2015 - No Comments!

Jet Lag. Silence and Waiting.

Jet Lag

I've been home from Uganda now for a few sleeps. But today the jet lag is killing me. My body hurts. My mind is numb and my heart is a mess. I'm a little lost too. I feel guilty to come home to the opulence of my life that I have, in some respects, taken for granted and always strived for more. I have a great job at one of the best organizations in the world. I have some amazing clients I'm working with. I have 3 amazing kids who are excited to have me home. Life is good. I mean really good. But my mind is fuzzy and I'm feeling overwhelmed.

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March 17, 2015 - 5 comments

I Want To Forget Today; But I Hope I Never Do!

Today I cried.

It’s not something I do much but today I cried because of pain.

Pain is relative, or so I found out today - I remember playing soccer in High School and breaking a few of my toes, and I thought that hurt, when my son fell in the bathroom hit his head I thought that hurt. Holding young Brian in my arms today hurt, I hurt for his pain.

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March 16, 2015 - No Comments!

Jetlag, Timing, and Hope For The Future

First Morning In Uganda

I woke up this morning, before the sun came up, to the sound of the Adhan (the Islamic call to prayer), I wasn't sure if it was the middle of the night or dawn as time is lost now that I’m back in Uganda at the Sole Hope guesthouse for the second time as part of #solestories. Just as started to drift back to sleep a rooter started to crow, for the next 90 mins - this dude crowed with all the gusto and all the power he could muster.  The sun was not going to be up for while but the rooster knew whathe needed to be doing, but his timing was off. As I lay in the dark, jet-lagged, listening to the different sounds outside I thought more about the conversation I've had many times with Drü and Asher Collie as they recounted their story of the early days of Sole Hope and how important timing is - everything has it's time and place.

 

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November 21, 2014 - 6 comments

The Call

The Call

A few weeks ago, I was sitting watching a movie on my couch when my iPhone rang. When I looked at the screen, I knew something was wrong. The screen said: “Dad.” I answered:

Me: “Hey Dad, what’s up?”

Dad: “Hey son. I’ve been in a wreck and I need you to come get me. I’m ok, but I need you to come get me!”

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September 29, 2014 - No Comments!

You Care Too Much!

This week I had a chat with a friend that gutted me. You know the kind conversation I'm talking about. The kind where you feel like you've been kicked in the gut. Punched in the face. They just take the wind out of you. They have you "out of sorts" for a while. They leave you questioning who you are a little. They even cause you to question your own motives.

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