Rachel, a few days from turning 104, went to the doctor’s office for a cortisone shot. She asked where a couple of specific doctors were, and her daughter-in-law let her know that they had already died. Rachel responded, “What! All the doctors have died and I’m still here?!!”
That’s the Rachel I know, or for me, Grandma.
Rachel was born on Nov 29th, 1915, in Hope, Indiana.
She lived through the Great Depression, losing her life savings she had put away in the bank to attend college.
She was a female reporter in an era where few women worked. She went door to door around the square in Hope, Indiana and walked into the local shops and asked them what news they had. …
What a fun year spending time with all of you. I’m a lot like most of you. I love to write. I dream of being published. And I didn’t quite know what my next steps were. A friend recommended I sign up for Medium and it’s been quite the year.
I kicked off my first month of writing with 5 cents! Any of you feel me?! (No matter how much you start with, you’re getting paid, which means, you’re a professional writer, congratulations!)
I’m surprised at how much I have enjoyed Medium. I’m surprised at the amount of people I have connected with on here. And I’m surprised that no matter how much traction your stories get, it’s still hard to make money, haha. …
It’s 7:44 am as I’m running out the door to my car, water bottle in one hand, a cup of green tea in the other, backpack on, and extra clothes piled on top of me for changing after class.
It’s just another morning on my way to Barre3 class.
It’d be easier to just sign up for the 10:00 am class or noon class or just do it from home so how did we get here?
Well, it’s because I’m lazy.
When COVID lockdowns began, I was working from home. And by working, it was often 70-hour weeks, 7 days a week. …
What is it like to be living in Portland, Oregon right now?
In one word, heavy.
Everyone’s perspective is different pending their race, religion, gender, political affiliations, etc. My lens is through that of a 38-year-old white, heterosexual male. But although people come from varying backgrounds with varying experiences, it would be hard-pressed to find someone in Portland who does not feel the pain, sadness, and heaviness of what our community has been and is going through.
This is a layer that covers the entire world. Although some communities seem to think its targeting their local church or that it’s a Democratic hoax that will be gone in November… regardless of one’s thoughts, it’s something that is affecting the entire world, the global economy, and individual relationships everywhere. …
With Thanksgiving around the corner, I reflect on a story I wrote a couple of years ago, the last family Thanksgiving that both Rachel and Taylor were able to be at together. My grandmother Rachel would go on to live until 104 and my Uncle Taylor (the younger brother of my grandfather) would go on to live past 100.
A month away from 99 years old, with sad eyes and a cheerful heart, he looked at his sister-in-law and said, “It was a good life, wasn’t it?”
And she, turning 102 later in the week looked back and responded with a solemn cheer, “It sure was.” …
There’s a quote I love from Naval Ravikant in Tim Ferris’ Tribe of Mentors which says “Ignore the unfairness — it is not fair. Play the hand you’re dealt with the best of your ability.”
Life is tough. And it’s not fair. We all have different circumstances. Different wealth or poverty we’re born into. Different giftings and abilities.
Some receive opportunities you should have received. Some are given something that should have been given to you.
And after you’ve done everything right… someone else gets rewarded.
But it’s all a matter of perspective.
Who said they got the reward? What trophy determines who actually gave their best? …
You don’t know the cost ahead of time.
Life is different from shopping. When we go to the mall or on to Amazon, we look at prices, we compare, and then we make a purchase.
In life, we don’t truly know what something costs. We make decisions out of faith, in hope, and from experiences.
When you submit your life to something or someone, you don’t know what the cost is.
Unless it’s everything.
And that’s a hard thing.
To lay down your life for something greater than yourself or for someone other than yourself.
But what is life, if it’s not something to be lived for the sake of another.
I looked but did not see it in the sky
But I thought you told me, time does fly
I asked you how, could you tell me why
If time is alive, why did mine die
I held your hand and began to cry
Time, like love, can be so blind
Even when it felt a lie
I set it free and I said Goodbye
I sat on the couch at our apartment in Lynchburg, Virginia with my roommate Erik, watching the 2007 NBA Draft, and while I was watching the cameras go in to the Portland Trail Blazers War Room before they drafted Greg Oden, I said to myself, “I would do anything to be in that room, even if just to bring in drinks for them.”
Hopefully it wasn’t a devil’s bargain because one year later, I was in that exact same War Room.
The NBA Draft is a magical time of year for me, ever since I was a kid. Some kids dream of playing (well, most of us), some dream of coaching, and some dream of being the person who puts together a team. …