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It’s The Bricks

You are worth more than the worst things you’ve ever done and the worst thing that’s ever been done to you. A lot of things in life are complicated. This is not. My friend John says that every one of us is walking around with a backpack on our backs. And inside our backpack are several bricks, each representing something we’ve been carrying around with us for some time, in some cases for decades. The bricks are the stories we tell ourselves. Things that happened. Your hurts. Your mistakes. Childhood trauma. Guilt. Rejection. Shame. Broken relationships, whatever it is. I have my bricks. You have yours. And every morning we get up, get dressed, check our social, maybe grab a …

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Keep Breathing

“I know what I have to do now. I’ve got to keep breathing because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?” ~ CASTAWAY Tom Hanks’ “Castaway” character was trapped on a deserted island for four years. After his rescue, he found everything had changed. The world he once knew ceased to exist. He hadn’t turned the page, the page was turned for him. He needed time – time to process trauma, time to take another step, time to grieve. It looks like we’re coming out of the strangest periods of our lives. The pandemic was horrific, both in terms of the human toll and the economic devastation. Sometimes I still can’t believe it all happened. …

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David Cassidy

I was sitting in the green room at CBS This Morning in New York, looking down at my phone answering an email or something. Toward the back of the room was a small table set up with a few hard bagels, cinnamon rolls, OJ and coffee for guests. The only other person there was a guy pouring himself coffee into a small white Styrofoam cup. I looked up and said, “hello.” He said something about the taste of the coffee, but since I don’t drink that stuff, I didn’t know how to respond. But I did recognize that unmistakable voice. That’s David Cassidy: teen idol from the 70s, my sister – everybody’s sister’s – massive CRUSH. Cassidy is best known …

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LOVE > Hate

Love is better than hate. Faith is greater than fear. We often drive past them. We sometimes look through them. We avoid eye contact with them. Suddenly, I found myself embracing one of them. I was on my way home Saturday afternoon when I saw this homeless man sitting alone. He looked super chill like an old blues singer — black guy with dark shades and a short, grey beard. I felt some kind of strange connection to him, so I turned the car around. I drove up to him and he waved. I got out of my car and handed him $20. I said, “Hey man, I found this.” He stared at me for a few seconds because he …

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Christmas Magic

December 25, 1974. It’s Christmas morning and I’m up before the sun. I don’t think about what time it is. Who cares? I’m in my red footie pajamas slowly opening the squeaky-hinged door to my bedroom, shuffling down the L-shaped hallway, past my parent’s closed door, toward our small living room filled with presents. My mouth hangs open at the sight of the neatly wrapped boxes stacked taller than me. Red, green, and blue paper with silver and gold bows glittering beneath the tree. I make my way over to the window, pull back the curtain and look outside hoping to see evidence of our recent visitor. A fresh blanket of snow lights up the entire neighborhood and my breath …