It wasn't too long before Kent's family decided to move to another town in Ohio. I was very sad to have my best buddy leaving me. We hadn't had enough time being buds. It was only something like a year or so that we lived in the same neighborhood. When I consider all the memories that we packed into such a short time, it's amazing. I could go on and on telling you stories about our childhood experiences and the era and town we lived in. There is more to the story I want to share but this post borders on being too long. Stay tuned for the next edition of Childhood Friends.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Childhood Friends
Monday, May 26, 2008
Part 2: The Second Gift
As I grew into childhood, I was strong like my Dad. The only problem was that I kept getting sick. Lot's of colds, flues and other ailments. Once when I was about 9 or so, I was out playing with some friends in a corn field in Fairfield, Ohio. I hadn't been out there too long when my eyes began to itch with the kind of itch that doesn't go away but just gets worse the more you rub. Soon the itch began to move down into my lungs. It changed from being an itch at that point and began to transform itself into a vice. The normal airflow that one takes for granted, begins to require great exertion for a person like me. I could hear my lungs whistling at that point, an ugly tune with no discernible melody. I couldn't expand my chest cavity to full capacity. A full breath wasn't possible and it was hard to push out what little air I could take in. I made it home to an alarmed mother. By the time I reached her, I could barely see. The bags under bloodshot eyes were filled to brimming. They were virtually swollen shut.
This didn't stop me at the time from pursuing my dreams. As I said before, dreams are powerful things. They take hold of the imagination and emblazon themselves upon your mind and heart. Soon I began along with my parents down the road of visiting many medical experts to see if they could improve my symptoms if not my condition itself. Asthma and allergies are treatable conditions or so they seemed. But the truth is that they are not the only complications that have vexed me. For years I have suffered from chronic fatigue, food intolerances and other things. I have never found a doctor yet who understood the symptoms I have described to them. That was part of the test for me. Life would have been much easier to deal with if all my symptoms were easily attributed to some known condition. Instead I have dealt with mystery illnesses with no answers. This was especially hard for me while I was growing up. Many times I didn't look sick on the outside. I wished that I had some broken bone that was visible so that people would know I wasn't faking.
Here are a couple of pictures of me during my early dreaming years:
The picture on the left was when I was first starting out with my big dreams. I was nine years old and it was my first year of tackle football.
The picture on the right was when I was about 14 years old. I was a champion wrestler for my team. I only lost once that year and I was able to avenge the loss against that opponent later in a subsequent match. Both pictures were taken in Fairfield, Ohio.
I don't look sick in these pictures and I wasn't all the time, but the older I got, the sicker I got.
By the time I got to 10th grade we had moved from Ohio to Atlanta, GA. My asthma and allergy problems got so bad there that I came to a point where I could no longer successfully compete. I decided to retire from sports after that sophomore year, a decision that caused me considerable mental and emotional anguish. That pain was heightened by the fact that I didn't look sick to my coaches or my peers. They now thought of me as a "quitter", a "could have been", titles that in no way represented the true me.
I could never explain how this trial affected me on so many levels. It still affects me to this day. I still have my limitations, though thankfully I don't have the same pressure to win at all costs like I did when I was growing up.
I can tell you that I spent many hours consulting with God about the issue. As you might guess, I used many arguments and proposed many deals and contracts to have these health issues removed from me. I did my best to try to change God's mind. It reminds me of the scripture in 2 Corinthians 12: 7-8. It has become precious to me.
"And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me."
Like Paul I was answered through blessings and the promptings of the Holy Ghost.
"My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness."
Only recently in my forties have I begun to feel the rest of the sentiment that Paul expressed.
"Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
Paul goes on to say, "Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong."
I have also come to love a new scripture that I discovered recently that helps a dreamer on his way.
"He which soweth sparingly shall reap also sparingly; and he which soweth bountifully shall reap also bountifully." 2 Corinthians 9: 6
We may not be able to reach all of our childhood dreams in this life. Every crop we plant doesn't always flourish. However, I know this, the more you try, the more you gain. We can sow and reap bountifully in all areas of our lives and of course, the greatest gift I mentioned is still available to all, the gift of eternal life.
Please join me in pursuing that dream which transcends all other dreams.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Reflections of a Sporting Dreamer
Are you a dreamer? I am, and unabashedly so. Dreams are what make life worth living, the incredible prize waiting just over the next ridge. They are the substance of things not yet realized. They can be said to be closely related to the principals of faith and hope. If the dream is powerful enough, it can change your life. Not only can it change your life, it can transform your life. It's done so for others. It probably has done so for you too, for dreams define you. We are who we are now because of all those choices we made based on our dreams.
I continue in my adult life to have many dreams. My desire for good things has not dimmed with the passing years. My wife can attest that this is true. When I see something worth loving, I desire that thing and my spirit leaps inside me. I fearlessly attempt to capture that goal, acquire that skill or attribute. This sometimes causes my wife and children some embarrassment. I suppose that just because I can hear and appreciate a famous Broadway singer float on the wings of angels while he renders my favorite selection, "Bring Him Home" from Les Miserables, it doesn't necessarily mean that I can immediately do the same. Go figure. But there's nothing wrong with trying and reaching for something is there? I can say that I've gained much more by trying and reaching than by playing it safe. How do you think I won my wife all those years ago? Winning her was not for the faint of heart.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Teenage Beauties
Don't you just love them?
Needless to say, I am pretty proud of these two.
Please don't send your sons around for at least another 5 years. I'm still enjoying them.
I'm trying to help them through those turbulent teenage years.
I'm trying to help them remember who they really are and how special they are.
I don't want them falling into all those false beliefs that plague girls in this modern society; lies told to women about how to look, how to feel, and about a woman's role etc.
I want them to know that they are precious daughters of our Heavenly Father. I want them to know they are spiritual beings endowed with special gifts and talents that can be used to bless the lives of all of us around them.
I want them to know that they can keep on progressing forever and that they never need to settle for anything less than what our Father in Heaven has promised them.
I don't seek to control them or take away their agency, but I am actively protecting them, nurturing them and providing opportunities for them to develop in every way that I can think of.
Sometimes it's hard for me because I have so much to tell them, so much I have learned in my life that I want to share with them. Sometimes I forget that people learn line upon line, precept on precept. For that, I will have to ask them for their patience with me. I'm only an overzealous father like many others.
I only ask those of you who read this blog one favor. If you ever run in to my girls, remember how I think of them, how I believe in them. Remember they are your sisters if not your granddaughters, nieces or cousins. They are your fellow human beings that merit the respect and love that the Savior showed women in his day. Join me in encouraging them to be all that they can be and remind them that their father is watching. I'm talking about both of their fathers.
Thanks for reading.
Father of the Girls