Drink Up

On Tuesday morning I woke up feeling miserable. I was still really tired, my head was hurting, and I couldn’t remember anything about the night before, which I am sure is completely my own fault. Plus I had this sharp mystery pain pulsating behind my left knee, which I’m sure was also my fault as well.

But the previous night was a complete fog bank, and I knew it wasn’t going to lift anytime soon. So I stood up and tried to walk it off. The more I walked, the worse I felt, and what the heck is causing that throbbing pain in my left leg?!! After a cold shower and two large cups of hot black tea, my head still hurt, and my left leg felt like I was plugged into an electrical outlet. WTH!!!

After two hours of torture I finally drove to a nearby urgent care. I told the Doc about my mystery pain, and he asked me what I did the day before. I had to think about it, but then mumbled something about swimming in the morning, working in the field at my job for 5 hours in the afternoon, and then playing catch at a baseball field with one of my sons. His next question was, “Were you drinking yesterday?” I answered, “Just a few beers, Doc”, which was probably not totally accurate, and his immediate response was not what I wanted to hear. “I think you have a serious drinking problem!”

Ouch!!! Those were not words I wanted to hear. “But Doc”, I protested… and he cut me off saying, “Let me explain something to you. Do you realize you’re over 70 years old? Do you realize how active you are and that it has been over 90 degrees outside every day this week? Your problem is you don’t drink enough!” (Music to my ears!) “Water”, he said. “Oh”, I said. “You are displaying the classic symptoms of severe dehydration. Don’t you know you should be having at least 90 ounces of water a day? No wonder you’re in a fog and your body is cramping up.” As a glass half-full kind of guy, I responded immediately with, “Sure Doc, I think I can probably fill that prescription all by myself.”

And that got me thinking… Being thirsty isn’t a good thing. But sometimes we find ourselves thirsty in a different way. Thirsty for love, thirsty for friendship, thirsty for acceptance. If you find yourself thirsty, and your glass is half empty, maybe try seeing a doctor, better yet speak to the Divine Physician, who once said, “It is not the healthy that need a doctor, but the sick.”

Then He said to him, “Rise and go your way; your faith has made you well.”

                                                                                        ~ Luke 17:19                                                     

Catch This

The MLB Baseball season is heating up! The All Star Game is over now, trades are being made throughout Major League Baseball, and teams are gearing up to make a run for the playoffs. I love this time of year, especially watching baseball and rooting for my hometown LA Angels. And partly it’s because growing up my Dad and I would always play catch in the front yard and have great conversations about everything from baseball to God. I miss my Dad, and I miss playing baseball… in more ways than one!

Let me explain. I’m a workaholic for sure, but in my defense I love my job and I enjoy my relationships with my customers and vendors. Sometimes though, I let it get in the way of other things I love even more, like family, friends, and fun.

For years now I have been working on Saturday mornings with my son who lives close to me. We always start early and work really hard doing light pole inspections all over San Diego, OC, LA, and Palm Desert. It’s hard, strenuous, physical work, but we work really well together and have completed large projects at many of the most iconic properties throughout Southern California.  And every time we get ready to head out to a job I ask him to bring his baseball glove. Mine is always underneath my back seat. Unfortunately, it just sits there because we are so busy and get so tired that by the time we are done working, we just never get around to playing catch.

This past Saturday the same thing happened once again. And I realized that if I don’t set aside special time for the things I love, and the people I love, that time will never come.

And that got me thinking… Sometimes the best conversation is a game of catch! 

Baseball was, is, and always will be the best game in the world to me.

                                                                    ~ Babe Ruth                                                     

In All That You Do

“Dear Lord, may the actions of my life… forever reflect my love for you.” Those were the last words I wrote two months ago as I completed the last Monday Message I would ever write, Monday Message #700.

What started out as a 70-day Journal turned into more than 17 years of writing Monday Messages. And  I thought perhaps it was time to consider putting down the pen. It was becoming more and more difficult to come up with new stories, new ideas, new life lessons to write about. Plus, it’s a lot of work because it takes time, it takes energy, and it takes a lot of thought.  

Well, for two months now I have “taken a break”, but something just doesn’t feel right. When I woke up this morning, I took a moment to reflect on why I started writing Monday Messages in the first place. It was to pass on to my children life lessons I had personally lived in the hope that it might remind them about the important things in life, such as faith, family, and friendship. And after expanding my reach over the years to hundreds of people, and getting positive feedback, I realized that we all need a little reminder now and then to focus on the important things in life.

Which includes me! I too need a reminder now and then that the world does not revolve around me. That reminder came this morning when I opened my Max Lucado Study Bible. I was reading about King Solomon and how he built the most amazing temple on earth in order to honor God.

And that got me thinking… What have I done lately to honor God? Well, let’s see. I haven’t built a temple, but I have been working at my job more than usual. I haven’t gone to church, but I have been playing more golf than usual. And I haven’t driven to San Diego to take care of the Battle Mountain Cross, but I did drive to the Orange County Fair yesterday for a ton of fun.

Which led to a question I had to ask myself… Are my actions reflecting my love for Christ, or are they a reflection of my love for myself? Hey, that’s a good idea for a new Monday Message!

Ask God to help you honor Him in all that you do.

                                                                         ~ Advice from Pastor Max Lucado                                                     

I turned 70 a month ago and ever since that celebration, I have found myself praying more than ever. Probably because there are so many bad things that have happened in my life since then.

The first thing that happened was that the Foreman for my company, who is a very physically fit young man, had a heart attack. A very serious widow-maker heart attack that nearly took the life of someone who isn’t just an employee, he’s a close personal friend. Second was that my wife caught a cold, that turned into pneumonia, which then settled in her one bad lung, making it extremely hard for her to breathe. Which then resulted in seven doctor and/or hospital emergency room visits within a 3 week period scaring the hell out of both of us. Third was that at the same time as those things were happening, I had cataract surgery. Cataract eye surgery usually goes well, but my right eye did not respond properly and stayed swollen and inflamed for more than 10 days making it difficult for me to drive, let alone do the work of two people, and more importantly making it hard for me to take care of my wife.

At one point, in the early morning hours just before dawn, I found myself driving north on the 405 freeway heading for a pole inspection project in Cypress. The sun was starting to peek out over the top of the mountains, and as is my usual custom, I began to pray as I drove. Hands clasped at the top of my steering wheel, head spinning as I thought about all the things I wanted to ask God to help me with. When all of a sudden the tears started. I’m still not sure why, but I think the stress was just more than I could take. I wanted to ask God to take away all my worry, all the pain, all the stress, and heal my wife, my friend, and myself. But the words never came out.

Instead, as the sun hit my windshield and reflected off of the wedding ring on my clasped fingers, I began to reflect on the entirety of my life. I have a beautiful, loving, and amazing wife. Four accomplished adult children that I am so proud of. Seven grandchildren that bring me great joy. A business that is steadily growing with customers and vendors that are as passionate about doing a good job as I am. And a Cross that I helped install, on the top of Battle Mountain in San Diego, that will forever remind me that there is nothing that can’t be done if your faith is strong enough.

My prayer changed. Instead of asking for God’s help, I decided to thank God for all the awesome blessings he has bestowed upon this humble steward, who fails more than he succeeds, but whose faith will never fail. My prayer was simple. “Dear Lord, may the actions of my life… forever reflect my love for you.”

God is in the hearts of all, and they that seek shall surely find Him when they need Him most.

~ Louisa May Alcott

With My Heart

I celebrated my 70th birthday recently and I think I had an epiphany. Or perhaps I just realized something that I actually already knew.

My wife set up a birthday celebration for 40 of our closest family and friends at the beautiful Prego’s Restaurant in the District in Tustin. We had a huge room all to ourselves and I remember coming back from the restroom and stopping just outside the door. As I looked in at all the people filling the room with smiles and laughter, I didn’t see a group of people. A stranger looking in would have seen just that, a large group of people. But that’s not what I saw, because I wasn’t looking with my eyes, I was looking with my heart.

For starters, these were obviously people who were very important to me. But more importantly… they were people who (for some crazy reason) thought that I was important! 

And that got me thinking about a passage in Max Lucado’s Study Bible that I just read this morning. Back In the time of King David, he didn’t start out as a King. He started out as a lowly shepherd caring for his flock of sheep. And whenever David looked out at his flock, he didn’t see a flock of sheep all looking exactly alike, making the same sounds, and moving in the same direction. David saw each one separately, and loved each one uniquely, because each one was truly special to him. And when I looked out at my friends and family, that’s exactly what I saw… with my heart. 

I saw Scott, my golf buddy who is a tough competitor and yet always willing to give good advice to his competitors. And the beautiful lady with him, an animal lover who cherishes all creatures. I saw Steve and Ceci, he a gifted designer/builder, and she a great cook who loves nothing better than sharing her gorgeous home with as many friends as possible. I saw Kim a devoted nurse and her husband Marvin, a doctor who has spent whole his life delivering at risk babies. They were cracking jokes with Jeff and Brenda, the most charity minded couple I have ever met. Next to them was Brad, an avid ocean swimmer who volunteers with the Sheriff’s department to help keep our community safer. Speaking of community service, sitting across from me was Bill, my baseball buddy, who is a successful yet humble businessman who has won numerous awards for his civic contributions. Tom and Susan were there, who drove all the way from San Diego despite Tom being 84 years old. And sitting next to me was Chris, my best and most loyal friend for well over 50 years now. So many truly special and unique people were there, including my beautiful wife and awesome children who stood up and made speeches about me and yet not once did they mention my awful Dad Jokes. They did, however, almost bring me to tears.

There are too many wonderful people in my life to mention here, but the point is every single one them is unique and special. But I wouldn’t know that… if I just looked at them with my eyes.

It is in the heart that the value’s lie. I wish I could make him understand 

that a loving heart is riches, and riches enough, and that without it, intellect is poverty.

                                                                       ~ Mark Twain                                                            

Defining True Love

My wife and I just celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary on April 2nd. We didn’t buy each other anything, but we did go out for a romantic dinner at a really nice restaurant in our small town. We sat on the patio, which was softly illuminated with old fashioned incandescent lights hanging over head. 

The ambiance was perfect, and my wife looked absolutely beautiful in the soft evening light. We found ourselves holding hands, which we often do while we waited for the waitress to bring us our drinks. I had an idea and suggested we make a list of the 10 most memorable things that have happened to us over the past 30 years.

It was a great idea because the truth is, we have enjoyed a really great life. Yes, there have been a few bumps in the road and unfortunately a few tragedies. But mostly, it has been a life filled with laughter and fun, family and friends, faith and trust, and passion, lots of passion! We had so much fun making the “10 Best Things List” that it actually turned into a baker’s dozen. And if we had a little more time, I bet we could have come up with so many more things, so many more blessings to be grateful for.

When dinner was over and we got ready to head home, I looked at my wife one more time and asked her a question. “Are you happy?” She smiled and said, “Of course, and I hope I’ve made you feel as loved as I have felt for the past 30 years”, which made me smile back.

And that got me thinking about the definition of true love… When making him (or her) happy makes you happy!

The Right Place at the Right Time

Exactly one month ago I wrote a Monday Message about timing. On Saturday, I lived that message.

My son, David, and I had a couple of Saturday morning pole inspection projects in Temecula. After picking him up in Rancho Santa Margarita, I suggested we take Ortega Highway because I hadn’t been that way in a long time, and scenery is really beautiful. My GPS would not pick up that route, so I asked my son to check his phone to see if Ortega Highway was open. He checked, it said it was, so off we went. Unfortunately, after 40 minutes and reaching the top of Ortega Highway, we came to a complete stop because there was a construction crew working on a bridge and a CHP Officer turning traffic around.

That was a mistake on my part, because when we first got on Ortega Highway, there was a sign that said, “Through traffic only”. It should have said, “No traffic only” and/or I should have heeded the warning, but for some reason I just kept going.

By the time we reached Temecula, we were more than an hour behind schedule. Fortunately, the first job went really well, so we made up some of the lost time. Unfortunately, as I was pushing my tool cart towards the last Light Pole in the Shopping Center, I saw a locked car, with a little boy inside. He could not have been more than 3 years old, and he was banging on the window at me. It was 75 degrees out and starting to get much warmer, and the little boy looked scared, which scared me!

I looked around for the parents and then checked the doors and the windows, but they were all closed and locked. I didn’t like what I saw, so I quickly headed to the nearest store to see if I could locate his parents. As I started inside the nail salon, a lady walked out of the coffee shop next door. I quickly asked her if that was her silver Honda in the parking lot and she smiled and said yes. I immediately responded with, “What the H… is wrong with you?!!!” There’s a toddler locked inside that hot car, and he was banging on the window for my help!” She laughed and said, “I was only gone for a few minutes”. That did it for me. I totally lost my cool and screamed at the woman, saying, “It’s not funny! There’s nothing funny about putting a child in danger - and you’re an idiot! Get that car opened up right now, and you’re lucky I don’t call the cops and report what you did!”

I was angry and I was harsh, but I don’t regret it. I think sometimes it’s okay to get angry. Especially if you need to get someone’s attention who is making a huge mistake and putting others in danger. And I’m pretty sure I got that lady’s attention in a big way, so hopefully she won’t make that mistake ever again.

Went I got home I asked my wife if she thought I did the right thing. She said, “You were in the right place, at the right time, and did the right thing. She must be right, because she’s no idiot!

It’s not enough to be in the right place at the right time. 

You have to be the right person at the right place at the right time.

                                                                       ~ T. Harv Eker