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Until We Meet Again

My friend Steve got to attend his own funeral. Can you imagine? His body was filled with cancer. His treatments were prolonging his life, but they weren’t going to save him. He was surely dying. He shrugged that kind of talk off. “We start to die the day we’re born,” he reasoned. “Life’s not done until it’s done” His co-workers at Family Christian Stores decided to “throw him” a funeral. He joked that he still planned on being at his actual funeral but he could really enjoy this one. “This is a time to laugh and cry,” he said. And he did. I couldn’t attend the celebration. I sent a letter which was read out loud. Someone sent me a …

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Hope and Shi

Like a comet Blazing ‘cross the evening sky Gone too soon ~ Michael Jackson Two girls on opposite sides of the country. Two girls with big smiles, big laughs, and even bigger dreams. Two girls I never met but would come to know. Hope is forever twelve. Shianne is forever nineteen. In 2003, Hope’s parents, Stuart and Shelby Stout got the most devastating news of their lives. Their happy little redheaded fireball had a rare and aggressive form of bone cancer. A few short months later, Make A Wish asked Hope what she wanted. A trip to Disney? A swim with dolphins? Name it. This little girl who loved kittens, stuffed animals, and cheerleading decided she had everything she needed. …

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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 …