Homeless not Helpless

Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean being helpless. It doesn’t mean you don’t have a heart for helping others either. Let me explain.

When I was Junior in High School, I found myself scared and homeless for the first time in my life. I was living in a sleepy little country town, Fallbrook, north of San Diego when my Dad decided to retire from the USMC. He had landed a new job in San Francisco and decided to move there with my Mom. But I didn’t want to move, so I asked my parents to leave me behind. I was getting good grades in school (most of the time), I had transportation (a beat up 1964 El Camino), I had a good part time job (okay, it only paid $1.75/hour), and I had a girlfriend (or at least I hoped she would become my girlfriend).

I guess I was already a pretty good salesman because I convinced my parents to leave me behind, especially since I had a place to stay. A nearby rancher offered to let me stay in his plywood shack that normally housed workers during the summer. It had electricity and a light, but no running water. Fortunately, there was another shack with a bathroom about 100 yards up the hill. So to me, it felt like I was going to be this cool young man, living on his own, experiencing a really awesome adventure.

The adventure didn’t last. After only 6 months, the ranch hands showed up for their normal work season. I had to leave but I had no place to go. Guess I didn’t think it all the way through. As I packed my meager belongings in the back of my truck, I had a knot the size of a baseball in the pit of my stomach. Fear can be a great motivator. So can hunger. So I decided to start asking my friends (and their parents) if I could do chores or help around their house in exchange for a temporary place to stay. I realized early on that even though I was homeless, I wasn’t helpless. My willingness to help others turned out to be a great way to help myself. One year later, I had made it through High School with a scholarship to UC Berkeley, and enough life lessons to fill a hundred Monday Messages.

Recently I was reminded of my humble homeless beginnings when I was working on a Parking Lot Light Pole Inspection in San Diego. When I got to the rear of the industrial complex, I spotted something unusual behind the parking lot, hidden behind some trees. A picture is worth a thousand words!

Down in their hearts wise men know this truth; 

the only way to help yourself is to help others.

~ Elbert Hubbard

Communication Counts

Last week my wife, Debby, wrote a Monday Message about how some of the most significant moments in life involve words spoken out loud. It was a great message to remind us of how our words, when spoken from the heart, can generate feelings of love, and being appreciated. I think she is right but I would like to take that idea one step further.

As a business owner, who at one time had over 100 employees, I learned a lot over the years. I learned that if you work hard every day, put out an honest effort, and make integrity a necessity, all those things will help you succeed. But the most important thing I learned was something I had plastered on a huge banner right outside my office. The banner read, “Communication is the single most important factor that leads to success in any business… and in any relationship”.

Unfortunately, being able to express yourself clearly, and effectively, is hard for some people. Expressing emotions is even harder, especially for men. But if communication really is the most important factor for success, we ought to be working on it every single day.

My wife and I are deeply in love, even after 26 years of marriage, but we work hard at it. We write each other love letters all the time. We have special words and even secret numbers that we use to express our love. I know it sounds nuts, but if we are in a crowded room with lots of people and lots of noise, we even have hand signals we use to express our love to each other. All of that is communication, and since it’s from the heart, it is definitely the language of love.

Early this morning I was performing an Ultrasonic Pole Inspection at a retail shopping center. I took a break around 10:00am to go into a fast-food restaurant for an iced tea. Before I went in, I texted my wife to ask how her morning was going and to tell her that I love her and that she is always on my mind. I know… I should have used my phone to call her instead, but I was in a hurry to get back to work and texting is so fast! Excuses, excuses!

As I entered the restaurant, I noticed four workers with orange safety vests on. They were the same four guys who had been up on the roof all morning, working in the hot sun. Their job was obviously a lot harder than mine, so I don’t blame them for taking a break. But what I noticed, was that all of them were sitting at separate tables, each one texting intently on his phone. Maybe, just maybe, they were texting their wives about how much they love them. Wouldn’t that be great communication in action!

A good relationship starts with good communication.    

                                                                                   ~ Anonymous

A Treasure to Others

I admit I enjoy texting with friends and family and readily take advantage of the benefits of sending a quick text. Texting allows ongoing communication throughout the week, a seemingly unbroken bond of written words, keeping connections without bother or intrusion. It seems the under 40 crowd especially values the time saved and ease of texting to share messages without having to take a lot of time to do so. As was true when email was invented, more can be accomplished in less time, and with less stress.

However, I believe the spoken word is crucial to our overall wellbeing. We were made to speak out loud, in times of trouble or danger, in times of fun and love, and when it comes to forming relationships of all kinds. The spoken word helps us to clearly convey our thoughts and ideas to our loved ones and friends. The brain is wired to speak, and doing so often is important to brain health and emotional health. Will our brain health decline as text messaging (or the inevitable improvement) gradually cause us not to speak as much as people did 100 years ago?

I hope not because never has the spoken word seemed more important to me than right now. Yesterday, I lovingly embraced my mom because she is losing her ability to speak due to advanced Alzheimer’s. We basically communicate through facial expressions and touch because she is losing the ability to bring words forward, to speak. It is heartbreaking, and yet sometimes she can still say “I love you” when I hug her close. Those are words that are so natural and embedded in her that she is still able to recall them at important times.

Some of the most significant moments in life involve words spoken out loud; words that are heard and with them generate feelings of love, being needed, and being appreciated.  Words that mark special occasions and everyday moments of joy. On the other end of the spectrum, my nephew Dylan is turning two and there is much joy in hearing his newfound words. And oh, how I love hearing any words spoken in my Moms own voice right now. Before you send your next text, remember that your spoken words are a treasure to others. Use them today with regularity, use them with a sense of celebration, and enjoy the luxury of being able to do so.

My Mom

No matter where we come from, there is one language 

we can all speak and understand from birth, 

the language of the heart, the language of love.

                  ~ Imania Margria

The Test of Love

Yesterday was the 4^th of July and everywhere I went flags were flying and people were smiling. Maybe I noticed the smiles because for the first time in 15 months people were mask free. And maybe people were smiling because all of us really needed something to celebrate right now after suffering through such a horrible pandemic. All I know is that when the fireworks started at exactly 9:00pm, my first thought was… I love my country, a place where love and freedom live hand in hand.

Actually, I say that I love my country and I truly do in my heart, but what have I done to show it? I ask that question because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that love is an “action word”. To love something or someone means you actually have to get your butt up off the couch and go take action. Unfortunately, when it comes to showing my love for my country, I haven’t really done much other than vote and proudly display a flag. As far as showing love to my country, I think my butt has been stuck to the couch far too long and I need to think of more ways to put love into action.

Sometimes I find that putting love into action is easy, like when it comes to loving my wife. She means so much to me that I am constantly looking for ways to express my love. Sometimes it’s a little thing like hiding love notes throughout the kitchen cabinets. Sometimes it’s a big thing like giving up watching the US Open on TV and instead, buying and installing a new TV for her father.

The bottom line is, I love my country so I need to find more ways to show it; and I love my wife, so I need to find new ways to show her my love. But what do I do when I’m supposed to love someone but that particular someone isn’t good to me at all? In my case, it’s my sister who I haven’t heard from in years. We’ve been estranged for a long time, for a lot of reasons, and the whole situation makes me sad. I have reached out to her in the past, as recently as two years ago, but I’ve never heard back from her and probably never will. So why do I care? Because of that action word, love. And also because I recently heard that her diabetes has become life threatening.

When I first heard the news, I tried to ignore it. But then I realized I was being tested. So if I am being tested, and if love really is an action word, and if I truly do love my sister, then I have to take action no matter how I am being treated in return. Why? Because love is patient and love is kind. (I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere.) So I took action and wrote her a letter, filled with love and devoid of anger and bitterness. I hope she reads it, but even if she doesn’t, I will know that I have passed the test.

Writing a letter to my sister was really hard. But I hope by sharing it below, you will be encouraged to reach out to that certain someone in your life that you’re having trouble with… and pass the test yourself!

June 29^th, 2021

Dear Vivian,

I heard through the grapevine that you're not doing well, that diabetes is taking a toll on you and causing you serious problems. That makes me sad and worries me. I have been thinking about you ever since I heard that and thought maybe I would reach out to you.

I know you are not happy with me and that you don’t like me and probably never have… and that’s okay. I am far from perfect and can be a real pain in the ass sometimes! So I probably deserve plenty of criticism. But I’m still your brother, and your still my sister, and you and I are all that is left of the original family of Joan and Allen Thrailkill. We share blood, we share DNA, and we share a lot of good memories despite the few bad ones.

Mostly, I just wanted to tell you I hope you get better soon and that I care about you. So please listen to your doctors and do what they say because life is short enough as it is and your kids and your grandkids and your husband need you. And if you ever need me, please just ask, and I will be there for you.

One other thing I wanted to share, just a brief comment about my faith. In 1988, my marriage was on the rocks, and I was suffering from serious health issues. I will never forget the day I went all by myself to the base of Black Mountain in Rancho Penasquitos and sat on a big hard rock. I sat there for such a long time that my butt started hurting as much as my head, and then I started praying and asking God for help. I told Him I needed His help. That was the first time I had ever asked for God’s help, and something happened that day that changed me for the rest of my life. I didn’t become perfect. I didn’t even become a better person right away. But over time I kept talking to God on a regular basis and I slowly formed a personal connection with Him. That connection has brought me great joy and a level of peace that I can’t really explain in words. I just know that I wake up every day happy and able to face any problem that comes my way. I want that for you as well… peace, joy, and happiness no matter what problems you may be facing!

I live 60 miles away but if you ever need me, or even just want to talk, please call me.

Joe