The words stir the collective passion of America, unlike any other song… If tomorrow all the things were gone I worked for all my life And I had to start again With just my children and my wife We vigorously sing along with the entire song, not just the chorus… I’d thank my lucky stars To be livin’ here today ‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom And they can’t take that away She rings as a glorious foundational anthem,…
Nestled throughout the sacred grounds of cemeteries across the country — and on scarred battlefields scattered around the world — our military veterans lie at rest. Our veterans also walk amongst us every day… our neighbors, our friends, our family members. Unfortunately, some of us may not know a veteran. They, and every veteran, are the reason I will share a few stories today. I pause to honor and remember each of those who “Stood to Defend.” “Some people live an…
`In tribute to Elisa’s mother Julia who finished her mortal journey four years ago today, I share today the thoughts I shared at the time. Just as I felt then, I am grateful Julia chose to see my potential and her beautiful oldest daughter continually chooses the same. What’s a mother to do when her first baby girl falls in love with the kid on the other side of the tracks and decides to get married on their second date?…
Navigating to a new place before the days of GPS required a map, a general sense of cardinal directions, and a basic understanding of what one may encounter along the route. With these tools navigating from city to city or even across state lines is a fairly simple process. Except when it isn’t. Despite having great tools, sometimes I would still get lost! It’s so easy to miss a street sign, take a wrong turn, or simply be distracted. Sometimes…
If you have ever found in me a voice of encouragement or hope, I promise you friends it is not… Because my journey has not been hard. Because I figured everything out. Because I have all the answers. Because I am always hopeful. Because I don’t screw up. My journey, maybe much like yours, has been more of a crawl through the briars and thorns of living life along with the soul-destroying muck and mire of poor choices. I am…
Asking what we will do with our One Day is one of the most powerful questions we can ask ourselves. Those traveling a journey of healing, especially with addiction, often focus on “One Day At Time” as their mantra for making it through each day. While extremely empowering during the struggle through the muck and mire of life, such a focus on One Day can also be beneficial for the more beautiful times of life. Every day is…
When it comes to “Building A Community… A Business… [and] A Team,” the focus of the Intermountain Growth Summit Elisa and I attended Friday at Utah State University’s Huntsman School of Business, Ashray Cooper said you need to “give what hurts.” Arshay Cooper understands what it means to give what hurts. Raised on the West Side of Chicago by a single mom in a neighborhood surrounded by gangs and drugs, life was anything but easy for Ashray. But a chance…
What do you do when you’re on a flight, and you really need to work on a project, but you have an opportunity to engage in an incredible conversation with the person sitting next to you? As for me, I tend to engage in conversation. That’s exactly what happened last night on a flight home from Kansas instead of writing today’s Monday Morning Boost. FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD When Dorothy and Toto realized they, were “not in Kansas anymore,”…
In the frigid temperatures of a Stalag, a pianist with numb fingers composed. Amidst the sweltering rubble of tyranny, a priest came out to pray. Soaring lower than planned on, four strangers plowed millions of dollars into the ground. Across the vast prairies, cached at the base of majestic peaks, a collected diversity of hope created a community connected. And the harmonious silence of heaven commenced. THE QUARTET FOR THE END OF TIME On the eve of the 20th anniversary…
ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO REJUVENATE IS TO SIT AROUND A CAMPFIRE AND CREATE THE PERFECT S’MORE! That’s exactly what we are doing this Labor Day weekend, camping at Willow Flat up Cub River Canyon near Preston, Idaho. We’ll hike a little, read a book or two, and sleep. We’ll listen to the creek gurgle and the birds call out to each other. Maybe we’ll even see some wildlife. Mostly, we’ll relax, hang out, talk and laugh, and sit…