The birth of BILD

2014

Some say turning 39 does things to the mind, I would have to agree. My joints crack a bit more and coffee went from a luxury to a necessity. In fact, I even opted for the convenience of the Kuerig machine at home after years of swearing off low quality drip coffee I oft referred to as dish-water. My wonderful wife would bring me up a cup each morning and set it at my night stand…I’ve got it good.

January: “Live store” — that’s it!! Marriot Platinum.

February: Oscars. “He’s handsome.” Insecure. Resicom is cranking.

March: We’re expecting! Impossible. What? Seriously? Wow! Silence…Carter is falling behind. Is it the autism, or whatever “it” is?

April: Ultrasound, somethings not right. Stay positive. Pray. Carter’s getting picked on at school, fist clenched.

May: Happy 39th! …Hello? “You’re Dad is dying.” Flight. Drive. Awkwardness. Carter can’t wait for summer.

June: Do we bury Dad? High likelihood of what? Holes in the baby’s heart? We have to make a decision. We make a decison. I climb Mt. Whitney.

July: Work stuff. Conflict. Cooperation or Collaboration? Guilt. The fog rolls in.

August: Still foggy.

September: I need to make some changes. I want to live smaller. Is Carter ready for 5th grade? My sons need me. My wife needs me. Resicom needs me…or do I need Resicom? Resign.

October: Now what. School called. Carter is drawing pictures of hurting himself. Phd.

November: Stirring. Dinner in San Francisco with a friend…wow, that would be innovative. That would suit my talents well….pondering. Road Trip. Carter and Ethan smiling. Olivia working out again and looking pretttier than ever.

December: Pondering. Meetings and more meetings. Gratitude concept. You don’t have to be rich to start a non-profit, but you still have to pay your bills. Its not either / or, it can be both. I have an idea…