Marshall Ramsey

Drew Brees was cut by the San Diego Chargers — both literally and figuratively.  He was injured. They lost faith in him. They let him go. He had to start over and rebuild his life in New Orleans. And he has done so in a spectacular fashion.

Yesterday, Brees broke one of the most cherished records in NFL Football — Johnny Unitas’ record for consecutive games with a touchdown pass. And then the Saints went on to break their not-so cherished losing streak.  But what was even sweeter was who Brees broke it against. It was the very organization who didn’t believe in him so many years ago.

Drew Brees has set a powerful example. He didn’t complain. He just worked his butt off and elevated his game.  And he won in the end.

It was a victory for every person who has been cut loose due to a lack of faith in their ability.  Drew Brees proved once again why he is a leader.

This is a sequel to my post “10 things I learned in College.” When I graduated in 1991, the job market was almost as grim as it is now — particularly in the media industry.  I ended up moving back home, diploma in hand, and working as a high school custodian at Alan C. Pope High School in Marietta, Georgia.  My job was to clean six classrooms, the 400-hall boys bathroom, the band room and scrub the cafeteria.  I also vacuumed the library.  It was not the job that an honors graduate would seek — particularly one who had won a ton of awards in his chosen field. But it was where I ended up.  I was there for my fifth year of high school and I was miserable.

Now I look at it as my master’s degree in life.  For all the great opportunities I received in college (I would not be here today without them), I also would not be here without what I learned from cleaning tile floors. It was the year that I grew up.

Here are 10 things I learned while being a custodian:

1. Your worst moments can turn into your best. This was reinforced when I had cancer and recently when I had my career turned on its ear. But when I was a janitor (what I thought was the low point in my life), I met a person at the school who had a lovely daughter.  That daughter is now the mother of my three children and my wife of 19 years.  I wouldn’t have met Amy if I had not been at Pope High School. She fell in love with me when I was a janitor. (I think she really married me because she hoped I would clean the house. Oh well.)

2. You are not your job. When people looked down on me because I was cleaning toilets, my pride hated it. But I learned that I am not my job. It’s something I remembered when I when I was at the top of my career as a cartoonist. And it is something I remembered when I was made part-time. I’ve seen too many people crumble when they lose their jobs.  My job isn’t what defines me. It’s what feeds my family.

3. Good people are good people, no matter their social status. Kind of seems like a no-brainer.  But I learned that ever person has a great story to tell.  I worked with great people at Pope. No matter what their paycheck.

4. Never stop learning. Just because I was out of school, I didn’t stop learning. I read library books during breaks.  I took classes during the day.  That’s why I call my year at Pope my fifth year of high school. I read over 50 books that year.

5. A pity party is only enjoyed by the person who is throwing it. I felt REALLY sorry for myself for about six months.  Then I realized even I was getting sick of myself.  By being miserable, I was creating a self-fulling prophecy — I was making my life miserable.

6. Don’t be the servant who buries his talent. During my pity party, I had stopped drawing.  One Sunday, I went to church and heard the parable of the talents. I realized I was the servant who was afraid and was burying his talents.  I started drawing  t-shirts, caricatures and cartoons again. My attitude improved and the next thing I know, one of the teachers hooked me up with her friend who worked at the local newspaper. The rest is, as they say, history.

7. I learned the value and satisfaction of a hard day’s work. Scrubbing tile floors and cleaning bathroom wasn’t exactly my dream job. But I learned that my effort and attitude made the day go by much easier.  My work ethic was supercharged back then. It is something I depend on today. And I have appreciated every job I’ve had since.

8. Stuffing a text book and a roll of toilet paper in a toilet and then pooping on it is not funny. Enough said.

9. Find people who believe in your talent and stick close to them. My friend Luke Prescott, who was a science teacher and the Cross Country Coach at Pope, believed in my ability. He gave me chances to draw the CC team’s t-shirts.  He still motivates me today. There were people who were sent into my life during that year to make sure I became what I am today.

10. Worry won’t take you where you want to go. While I was having my pity party, I was completely worried that I’d always be a custodian.  I couldn’t see the future because I was obsessing with the past. Once I stopped worrying and started taking positive action toward my goals, I started making rapid progress up the career ladder. Within three years, I was a nationally syndicated editorial cartoonist who worked at a national syndicate based in California.  It is a lesson that I’m remembering currently as I worry about my future.  I know that while times seem tough now, the harder I work, the sooner great things will happen. It provides hope.  And hope destroys all worry.

I like to go over to Pope and run on their track occasionally.  It grounds me and reminds me of the year that forged me into what I am today. College made me into iron. Working as a custodian made me into steel.

Lightning danced between the thunderheads as dusk fell across the cotton fields.  “Looks like a storm coming in from the east, ol’ boy.”  Farmer Jack Fransconi secured his green tractor in the rusty-roofed red barn as he talked to his little brown dog.

The dog, a terrier named Harvey, scratched behind his ear and watched the storm with a wary eye. Not a big fan of storms, the dog noticed that the clouds rolled across the Mississippi Delta in an odd way.  “They look artificial,” he thought.  “Not of this world.”

Little Harvey was more right than he knew.

A cylindrical space craft was hiding behind the clouds. It was the scout ship for a massive alien invasion force.  Like Independence Day, War of the Worlds and a thousand other stories about alien invaders, these aliens weren’t visiting in peace.  They were looking for a new home.  And ground zero for their attack would be a small dried-up town in the Mississippi Delta.

Quint, Mississippi had a population of 150 humans and 78 dogs.  There were dogs of all sizes and breeds. Big dogs. Little dogs. Hunting dogs and stray dogs.  The town had 36 buildings, a town square, four churches and a small gas station on the main road.  The scout ship landed behind the gas station, not far from the Fransconi Farm.  When the ship touched down, four massive figures emerged from a ramp.

The speeding pickup truck holding the farmer and the dog didn’t see the aliens until it was too late.

If the workers in the gas station hadn’t had the radio cranked, they would have heard the impact. The truck struck the fourth alien, hitting and killing him instantly on impact.  The other three pulled their guns from their suits and fired, halting the Chevrolet in its tracks.

“Get out,” the lead alien commanded. The farmer, who was on the verge of having a heart attack, and the small dog fell out of the cabin.  A flash of light lit the oak trees and brush.  The farmer lay unconscious next to the truck. “Take him to the ship,” the lead alien commanded.  Harvey growled.  “Easy boy. We’re one of your kind.”  The lead alien took off his mask, revealing a canine head.  “We’re here to conquer this planet for all dogs.”

Harvey looked up at the tall alien and said, “You’re not my kind. I wouldn’t have hurt the farmer.”  The alien grinned and said, “Tell your friends we are here.  We are here to liberate dogs from humans.  We’re from the fourth planet from what you call the dog star.”

Harvey ran away.  He wanted to help the farmer but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it right now.  He ran toward Quint barking his head off. Like Paul Revere, he was warning the world. “The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming!”  The world, however, was not listening.

By the time Harvey made it into downtown, he saw that all the humans had been rounded up and put in a pen in the town square.  Dogs barked nervously as they ran around the chain link fence.  The three aliens carried the farmer’s unconscious body into the grass and threw him down. He groggily started to move.

The dogs all gathered around the aliens, growling.  Rex, the police dog, ran at the second alien, wanting to rip him to shreds.  The third alien pulled his pistol out and shot Rex, stopping him in his tracks. The lead alien stepped on the limp German Shepard. “You can do this one of two ways. I would recommend you choose peacefully.”

The dogs slumped. They had to rescue their humans but they didn’t know how.

Dottie, the town Dalamatian, looked at Rex’s body and said, “If you can’t beat them, join them. And when you join them, find their weakness.  We have to stop these guys somehow. We have to find someone who can get aboard their ship. But who?”

Harvey stepped forward. “I will. I know where their ship is.”  He stopped for a moment and scratched behind his ear. “#$%# fleas!”  The other dogs nodded. They agreed 100%. In a way, the aliens were as bad of parasites as their arch enemies the fleas.

Later that night, the aliens were searching trailer to trailer, looked for any remaining humans.  Harvey ran back through the darkness to the Fransconi farm. The alien craft was illumanted and abandoned.  Harvey ran up the ramp and into the hold. What he saw disgusted him (and he was a dog).

Hanging from the ceiling was a stripped cow.  Bones and meat lay on heaped the ground. Pools of blood were everywhere.  He realized that these alien dogs had a taste for blood.  And he knew what the aliens would eat when they invaded. Time was short. His master was about to become lunch.

He scratched his ear again.  And then he began looking around.

Nothing made sense. The aliens spoke dog, but the dog didn’t read alien.  He flipped a few nobs and tried to see if he could sabotage the ship. No luck. He scratched one more time.  Then he looked out the window. The aliens were coming — he had to get off the ship.

He ran down the ramp and into the darkness. The other dogs would be disappointed.  As he ran toward the town, he realized that he had failed.

The next morning, the dogs approached the alien ship quietly. There was no sign of movement on it as the snuck around to the ramp. Harvey quietly crawled up the ramp. Still nothing.  He looked into the room where he saw the cow and saw the three aliens lying on the floor.  All seemed to be unconscious.  Harvey walked up to them and was shocked.

They were dead.

He called out to the other dogs and they came aboard the ship.  Ralphie the Lab looked at the bodies closely.  “They have hundreds of red welts on them.”  Sadie the Jack Russell, also examining the invaders, said what they all were thinking, “Fleas. They’ve been killed by fleas.”  All the dogs started barking and laughing.  Their worst enemy had become their best friend.

When they got back in town square, Frank the Great Dane pushed open the gate.  The residents of Quint found their dog and cheered their freedom.   And high above their heads, the alien invasion fleet tucked tail and headed home.

It was on that fall day in a small Mississippi Delta town that a motley group of dogs truly became man’s best friend.

One topic I enjoy talking about on my radio show is education. It’s my belief that it’s the key to a better life.  Knowledge is power. And applying knowledge is harnessing that power.

Every once in a while, someone will question whether college is worth the expense. As any parent who has college-age kids knows, tuition is skyrocketing. And sorry Isaac Newton; it’s the one thing that goes up and won’t come down.

But is it worth it?  I emphatically say, “YES!”  I have been out of college for 21 years now and I can look back on my time at the University of Tennessee and realize it shaped me into who I am today.

Here’s a list of 10 things I learned in college that made my diploma worth every single penny.

1. The dare of a special professor. Dr. Faye Julian was my speech teacher my senior year.  (she also was one of Peyton Manning’s favorite professors).  I remember her handing out the first graded test of the class. I took mine and noticed I had gotten a 95 — a solid A.  While I was happy, she looked me in the eye and said, “You can do better.”  That was the first time I had been challenged like that. And I did better. Every time I speak before hundreds or thousands of people, I hear Faye Julian’s voice. And I try to do better.

2. Finding my niche.  I was a marketing major, so it only makes sense that I took a few marketing classes. I wish I could remember the professor’s name (somethings fade with time) but the lesson he taught sticks with me.  We were doing a group exercise. We owned  a small craft-beer brewery.  We wanted to build a new facility and had two choices: In an industrial park in the suburbs (where we could produce high volume to compete with the big breweries) or in a redeveloped, trendy section of downtown (think Beale Street). We, of course, chose the suburbs.  And got clobbered by the big breweries.  It was the first time I was exposed to the concept of finding your niche and pursuing it. It is a lesson that has stuck with me for over 20 years now.  Know what you are good at and being the best at it you can be.

3. The Daily Beacon. I wasn’t your typical journalism student.  In fact, I wasn’t a journalism student at all. I was a business major.  I did, however try out to be the editorial cartoonist for The Daily Beacon, the student newspaper.  Best move I have ever made.  I learned how to produce under deadlines (five cartoons a week), I ended up being Journalist of the Year my senior year. I won awards and I learned how to deal with numerous editors’ personalities. I still count the staff at the Beacon as some of my most beloved friends.  For five years I drew cartoons and jumpstarted a career.  I learned my craft in Room 5 of the Communications Building.

4. I learned self-discipline. In high school, you are spoon-fed your responsibilities. In college, you are free to sink or swim.  It was my first true dose of personal responsibility.  No one was going to wake me up and make me go to class.

5. I learned that when pushed to the brink, I would not fail.  I graduated with honors from the University of Tennessee. But I had one big, fat D.  And that D was in Accounting II.  I’ll admit, I initially didn’t do the work — accounting was tedious and completely polar opposite to my right-brain way of thinking. And I stopped going to class. I failed my first exam, digging a hole I could barely climb out of. But I did. I busted my butt and ended up getting an 82 on my final exam.  So yes, I got a D. But I’m as proud of that D as I am of the dozens of A’s I received.

6. Don’t be a water bug. I had an English Comp. professor who went into a strange lecture one morning about the meaning of life. But it was one of the most profound lessons I learned in five years of college. He said,” don’t be a water bug. Don’t skim along the surface of your life. Live each moment.  Dive deep into the cool waters of your world.”  Most people think that you learn lessons from a textbook in college.  Mine seemed to pop up in the strangest places.

7. The value of a great advisor. My first college advisor wasn’t very good (that’s being kind). She even told me not to bother to try out for The Daily Beacon (I did after she said that and got the job).  My second advisor got me out of college. Her name is Dr. Sarah Gardial (she’s now the head of the University of Iowa’s Business School and still a friend).  She realized I was not a typical business student and she rewrote my schedule, having me take classes as diverse as persuasion, history, speech, logic and branding.  Every class she suggested I use on a daily basis.  She was like an angel guiding me out of the wilderness.  My last two years of college were amazing because of the path she put me on.  We all need advisors like Dr. Gardial.

8. The value of engagement. No, I don’t mean the diamond-ring kind. I mean really participating in what you are doing. My first quarter (we switched to semesters halfway through costing me nearly an extra year of college), I took one of the dreaded large classes at UT: Western Civilization. I was blessed to have a great teacher, Dr. John Bohstedt. (who later was a hero during the church shooting at the Unitarian Church in Knoxville by tackling the shooter.)  I sat up front, visited his office, got to know him and ended up getting a high A. I know if I had not engaged, I would have gotten a B or lower.  But I learned a valuable lesson about making an effort.

9. The value of friends. College was a place where I met a new group of people and created a new network of friends.  I met Charlie Daniel, the cartoonist at the Knoxville Journal (now the Knoxville News Sentinel). He and his wife Patsy took me under my wing and treated me like their third child.  I am a cartoonist today because of Charlie.  If I had not gone to University of Tennessee, my life would have charted a different course.  I’d probably be a laid-off advertising copywriter.

10. I learn more when I stumble than when I soar. There is a common thread through many of the other nine things I learned in college: My most valuable lessons use usually came when I was making mistakes or needed help.  I learned the value of failure to serve as a catalyst for growth.

I get to go back to Tennessee occasionally and when I do, I remember the good times. The parties. The football games. My friends. And I remember the bad times. The bad tests. The challenges I had to overcome.  I walk around campus and feel the currents that shaped me. And then I smile.