Actions Speak Louder Than Words

I met a young man this week who really impressed me. I found him to be a bit shy, but he was really interesting and actually quite inspiring!

He stopped by our house because he heard about my wife’s charity, which provides suitcases filled with clothing and essential items for foster children. She has it posted on Facebook, Instagram, and all the other social media, so it seems like every week people are stopping by to drop off donations and that was obviously the intention of this young man named Jeremiah.

As he walked up to our house, he was carrying what looked like birthday presents. Apparently, he decided on his own, that it might be nice if some of the items given to the foster kids were wrapped like gifts. Nobody had ever suggested that idea before, and as far as I am concerned, I think it’s a really cool idea! Just thinking about this stranger, taking the time to “gift wrap” donated items for foster kids, totally boosted my faith in humanity. Not that I’ve lost faith in humanity, but sometimes… you know what I mean.

I spoke with Jeremiah for only a few minutes. As I mentioned he was a little bit shy and quiet. But at the same time when he started telling me about wanting to donate to kids who don’t have parents, a home, or anything for that matter… his eyes got wide, his smile brightened, and his passion for helping other flowed from him like water from a busted fire hydrant. His enthusiasm was super sincere and contagious, and that my friends is what defines a loving heart.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you about my soft spoken new friend Jeremiah, because I am hoping he keeps coming over to see us. Just being around him for a few minutes will brighten anyone’s day!

Oh, I almost forgot to mention one small detail. Jeremiah is only 5 years old.

It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.

~ Mother Teresa

Handcuffs and Headaches

For many years (until she passed away) I would make time each week to visit an elderly lady in Irvine. We would always go for a walk around Woodbridge Lake. Pao Chi Chen was in her late 80’s but she loved to walk and be outdoors observing nature. She also loved to observe people as well, but not in a judgmental way. She was a truly caring person with intense insight and exponential wisdom wrought from years of hardship and struggle. She loved people of all races, and they must have loved her because half the people we passed by knew her and said hi to her. Maybe that is why she was always smiling.

Sometimes when we would go for a walk (okay every time we went for a walk) my cell phone would ring. I tried not to take calls because I wanted to focus on my friend, but one time I asked Pao Chi if she ever thought about getting a cell phone. She laughed and smiled and said, “I do not like headaches.” Pao Chi did not own a cell phone, a computer or even a fax machine. She had never been on the internet, never texted, tweeted or emailed. She has never “friended” or “liked” or seen a Facebook page and had absolutely no idea what I meant when I referred to social media, yet she is supremely happy and at peace with the world… and you can see it in her beautiful smile.

That got me thinking this weekend about how much life has changed over the last 50 years. My happiest moments as a child and even as a teenager did not involve an electronic device. One particularly fond memory I have is waking up real early on a Saturday morning and hiking to a nearby lake with my dog. We came over a hill in a heavily wooded area and the wild green grass was so tall that my dog disappeared into it. He started barking at me and we both started running through the wet grass, down the hill, with him jumping up into the air so he could find me as we ran and me laughing at how silly he looked. It was fun and it was funny and yet nobody captured it with a cell phone video. Darn!

It seems like young people today are absolutely handcuffed to electronic devices 24/7. I guess they have to be because that’s the way the world operates now. But are they better off? I’m not sure, but most of the time when I see them, they don’t seem to be smiling. Maybe they have headaches!

I keep the telephone of my mind open to peace, harmony, health and love.  

Then, whenever doubt, anxiety or fear try to call me, 

they keep getting a busy signal - and soon they'll forget my number.

~ Edith Armstrong

A Fly On The Wall

I escorted my wife to a special event last week at the 17^th Street Grill in Tustin. It was set up by my daughter Nikki, who is a Deputy DA with the County of Orange. There were about 30 lawyers and District Attorneys in attendance, along with two highly esteemed Superior Court Judges. They were all enjoying appetizers and cocktails on the patio, while jockeying for shade in the 92 degree heat. All of the men and women were dressed up and looking sharp in their work attire. I felt lucky (and comfortable) to be able to wear shorts and a golf shirt because I was basically just a fly on the wall.

The purpose of these monthly events for the OC District Attorney’s Office is to bring attention to, and raise money for, important local charities that serve the community. This particular event was focused on a charity that creates fully loaded suitcases of clothing and essentials for children entering the Orange County Foster Care System. A charitable cause created by my wife and daughter, called “My Own - A Case for Kids”

I’ve never spent time with a group of attorneys, prosecutors, and judges before, so I thought they might be kind of stuffy and seriously intimidating. But what I expected was not what I got. The women were smiling, happy, and super nice. The men were also smiling and happy despite sweating as they carried in dozens of donated suitcases filled with clothes and essentials.

What surprised me most was when one of the Judges got up to speak to the group. She was composed, articulate, and very sincere… and she absolutely commanded the room with her presence. Judge Maria Hernandez spoke about her 10 years of experience in the Juvenile Court System and how tragic it was to see so many young children suffering and traumatized. In fact, she made the statement twice that, “Children that are traumatized, will traumatize… unless we give them the help that they need.” I’ve always pictured Judges as super serious tyrants that hand out jail time to criminals. I never expected to meet a Judge whose obvious care and concern for children practically had me in tears. I might have just been a fly on the wall, but her heartfelt speech touched me deeply and inspired me in two very unique ways.

First, I was wrong to judge judges the way that I judged them. And second, if I ever start feeling sorry for myself, all I have to do is picture an 8 year old little girl who has lost her home and her parents, carrying her only belongings in a trash bag, and I will realize how fortunate a fly I really am.

Great-Full

I looked at the putt and tried to visualize it going in the hole. I was above the hole, at least 25’ away, with a slight downhill break right to left so I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I backed away, then walked completely around the putt line, checking it one more time. If I could make this birdie putt I would be even par through 7 holes and off to a great start on my last round here at Makai golf course. 

I was at the end of my vacation, and I desperately wanted my last round to be my best round. I took a deep breath, moved the putter back slowly, and released a really smooth stroke. The ball started on a great line, picked up speed, took the slight break I needed and then somehow clipped the edge of the hole without going in. Instead, it continued on another 6’ downhill before finally stopping.

Oh man did that hurt! I really wanted to make that putt and could feel myself getting super angry inside. So what did I do next? I took very little time over the comeback putt, left it short, and managed to turn a birdie opportunity into a bogie. I hate to admit it, but my blood was boiling as I walked towards the #8 tee box.

However, behind the 8^th hole tee box is one of the prettiest spots on the entire golf course. A place with perhaps the most beautiful view of the pacific ocean you’ll ever see. In fact, every evening at sunset, the golf course offers a special “Hanalei Sunset Tour” that finishes at this location, which is on a cliff 200’ above the shimmering blue pacific with Turtle Cove off to the north and the infamous Queen’s Bath to the south. Author and sportswriter, Dan Jenkins, once wrote, “A Hanalei sunset would awaken the soul of a Mummy”.

But I was so upset I didn’t even think about the gorgeous view behind me. Instead, I grabbed a tee out of my pocket and pounded it into the ground. But as I bent over to place my ball on the tee, I got a weird sensation. I felt like someone was watching me. I took two practice swings, but couldn’t shake the feeling and finally turned around towards the ocean. I was startled to see a man in a motorized wheelchair staring at me. He was 50 yards away, near the edge of the cliff, staring straight at me. I stood there watching him watching me, and without saying a word, he simply turned his wheelchair back around to face the ocean.

I didn’t move for several minutes, but my mind was racing. Here I am, totally healthy, playing golf on one of the most beautiful courses in the world on a bright sunshiny day… and I have somehow managed to become angry. Are you kidding me! I suddenly felt like a completely ungrateful jerk. Ungrateful for all the good in my life when so many things could so easily be bad. I took a breath, relaxed my body, and decided instead to be grateful for all that God has blessed me with. I don’t know who the man in the wheelchair was, but I am grateful to him as well, for helping me visualize my life for what it really is… great and full!

If we were crippled for one day each year, how we would enjoy the other three hundred and sixty four.

~ Isaac Asimov