The Path

Great story...wonderful life....

Glad to hear things are going well kristy...

I get it on a google they click and hit it here Eddie...

He seems to have his priorities backwards...maybe think about his poor son?

Funny, those five wouldn't make it in my top ten...well may be just one would...

5 ACTIVITIES I FAIL TO UNDERSTAND...I couldn't agree more!

Are you kidding??????

The man with the golden throat...that man could sing! If you see him tell him I said hi!

My wife trained and did the 60 mile walk in DC in the fall. We had to raise $2000 before she could do it. We ended up raising $2400. When she finished that she came home and burnt out the tread mill. We had to buy another one and I had to make sure it was a good one. She comes home now and hops right one it and now puts in on full incline because she's preparing for another fund raiser to race up the stairs of a 44 story building (88 flights). I'm not sure what clicked, but she's become completely driven. She use to lift weights with me years ago but gave it up and now she's off on this. I'm incredibly impressed. However, when she was training for DC and we walked the dogs, me and the dogs had to drop out because we didn't and probably couldn't walked another 10 miles with her. Best of luck...great story...

I think that saying sets us on a course in life that if we hold onto it, we will get to where we want to be. I know some people know I coached girls basketball for 12 years while balancing my regular career. One thing I always remember is that first medal I gave my very first team. I inscribed on it simply that "Success is living one's Dream". It always stuck with although at the time the thought came to me on a whim. The last years I coached varsity basketball and then elite teams in the summer. From day one when I started coaching there was one college coach I admired. I read everything I could about him. One day I received a long distant call from Boston and it was from his son who asked if his daughter could join our summer team. I was a bit shocked and of course knew she was extremely talented and said yes. Unfortunately, this coach that I admired was very sick. One day when I went to practice with the girls, there was a huge thunder storm raging outside. Lightning and thunder was crackling through the skylights of the gym. While running some drills the gym door swung open and a man approached slowly, leaned against the wall and slid down very slowly. I was stunned, it was him at my practice. I told the girls to take a break and walked slowly toward him and stuck out my hand to shake his. He couldn't do it, but we could talk and I simply told him how much I admired him and why...it felt incredible. Later when we went to a scrimmage mode I noticed his granddaughter running the floor like a Philly and knocking three point baskets. She loved him dearly and knew his time was short. That was the last gym Al McGuire was in. However because I couldn't make the World Festival Tournament, his son was going to coach them, but he asked if his father could sit on the bench...I thought wow of course. He never made it and died shortly after that. That night it was pouring rain once again as huge lines formed to pay their last respects...former college players, announcers he worked with at ABC all those years and so many others...the line was huge. I had a lot of success as a coach and as I stood there again thinking about him and the pouring rain I decided to quit coaching. The time needed along with my career was too much. But I did feel that one of my dreams was accomplished by this incredible encounter...it was over and I never looked back but it's a keepsake that I treasure forever deep inside.

Some people just move, some people are movable and some will never move. Once we make that decision to move, we never stop moving no matter how small those steps are...but move we must to eliminate in our later years the thoughts of should have or would have. I think we have to seize the moment, for it is only in the present we can take action. Regrets for the past are for those who mourn life and fear of the future is only misplaced imagination. Boldness is for those who refuse to live in the gray twilight and understand that the sun always rises and we are there to greet it every day. My daily salutations to the sun every day offers like so many others limitless possibilities...bring on the day what ever it brings...best of luck kristy and ride those high tides in the affairs of us all, catch that crest and ride it as long as you can. It is always a wonderful life...

Well at least you didn't get a full facial splash!