Let the Lord be with the East Coast

On this date six years ago, Katrina had raked across South Florida. It was back over open water and was beginning its march toward destiny. The Gulf Coast was just hours away from having its life changed forever.

Today the East Coast sits in a similar situation.  Irene is no Katrina, but it’s still a monster storm. And she’s aiming at a part of the world that is way more populated and way less prepared for a major hurricane.  Forecasters keep talking about how the storm could be the “big one.”  I pray that they are wrong.

Our country is teetering on the edge of a double-dip recession.  A disaster wiping out a major northeast city would push this country off into the abyss.  Not to mention all the individual suffering.  No Katrina survivor would wish that on anyone.

So with that suffering in mind,  I say let the Lord be with the East Coast.  I  pray that you never have a Katrina in your life.

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Monuments

A new Martin Luther King, Jr. monument is now on the Washington Mall.  It’s large. It’s grand. It’s powerful. But it’s not as powerful as much smaller monument to him nearby.

That monument is just  four words and a date etched into a granite step.

Those four words are, of course, “I have a dream” and the date is August 28, 1963. That’s when Dr. King gave his powerful 17-minute speech during the March on Washington.  And that step is one of the Lincoln Memorial’s steps.  From that step, Dr. King continued the work that Abe Lincoln began 100 years previously.   The words mark the very spot where he gave the speech.  Lincoln’s statute is watching it from behind.

My sons and I stood on that spot and looked out at the Mall. The world has changed since 1963.  And that small but powerful monument was a reminder of just how much.



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Friday Free-For-All

Good morning. What’s up?

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Leaders

This week two news stories shook me harder than the East Coast earthquake.  The first was the announcement that Tennessee’s legendary basketball coach Pat Summitt has been diagnosed early Dementia/Alzheimer’s.  The second was that visionary Apple CEO Steve Jobs was stepping down from running the company he had built into one of the world’s largest because of health reasons.

In an era of cheating in sports,  Pat Summitt has set a powerful example on how to win — and win honestly.  Hard work. Planning. More hard work.  So to see her now face a foe as cruel as Alzheimer’s is a sucker punch to the stomach.  But as difficult as the news of her diagnosis is to take, I know she’ll set an example as she fights the disease. That’s how she rolls. Alzheimer’s may win the battle. But it just might lose the war.

With the news filled with stories of bailouts, short-term profits and layoffs, Apple’s success has been nothing short of mind-boggling.  Steve Jobs’ leadership of the computer giant has been both visionary and inspiring. He took a company that was on the financial and creative ropes in 1996 and breathed new life back into it. Within the last few weeks, it even flirted with being the largest company (based on stock value) in the world.  He was able to back his vision up with action and leadership.  He will be missed by millions of fans of Apple. And the stockholders.

Our nation is in the middle of a leadership crisis.  From Wall Street to Washington, the people and the institutions who historically lead aren’t.  There’s a huge vacuum out there.

Our country needs more leaders like Pat Summitt and Steve Jobs, not two less.  We need visionaries who can inspire us to work hard and succeed. We need to win again.

Me? Well, one thing I plan on doing is reading more about both of their lives. I want to know what makes them tick.  Like America, I need their inspiration. And I need it now.

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CARTOON: Fault

Yes, I ripped one of my own tweets off.

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The man of few words

Something happened to him when he was one. But no one knew quite what.

It took him years to learn to talk. He had the words bouncing around in his brain — he just couldn’t couldn’t get them out.  It was a little fact of his life that was so incredibly frustrating. Doctors theorized that the connection between his brain and his tongue was faulty.  No one knew for sure. All he knew was that he was a man of few words.  And that was fine with him.

He could express himself very effectively in other ways. His blue eyes. His smile. But mainly his deeds. Yes, he was a man of action.  His accomplishments spoke when his tongue failed him.

His corner office in the impressive office tower was dark. Bright lights annoyed him; he preferred the dim glow of his computer screen.  Streetlights flickered off below as the sun lazily greeted them. It was 6:30 a.m. and he was working on his to-do list.  He reached across his desk and picked up the picture of his mother. Her hair was gray and her face had a few wrinkles but she was so beautiful. She had high cheekbones and a pretty smile. He stared at her stunning blue eyes.  He had gotten his eyes from her. And so much more.  She had believed in him when so many hadn’t.  She had guided him through all of those difficult years growing up.  She was his rock. He sat the picture back down.  Everyone needed someone to believe in them.  She did.  He was blessed like that.

He looked over at his wall at all of the pictures of him with famous people.  They had sought him out.  Not for his words. But for his deeds. They wanted to know his secret for success. He smiled, shook their hand and handed him a small book he had written. It was titled, “Seek don’t Speak.”  Usually he signed it and handed it to them.When they asked him questions, he handed them a small printed card:

“I apologize if I can’t answer  your questions fully right now. While I can speak, it is awkward for me to do so and would prefer to answer you with this simple card.  Please forgive me.

While words matter, actions are exponentially more powerful.  One word that I can’t say is ‘procrastination.’  That should be a word that you should drop from your vocabulary, too. Also the phrase ‘I’m going to’ or ‘I will.’  Get rid of them. Replace them with ‘I do.’   Don’t be passive in this life. Lean into it. Attack it. Be the sailor who attacks the wind. Don’t tell people what you are going to do. Surprise them.  If you have work to do, work.  If you need to rest, rest.  Be 100% where you need to be. Create urgency in everything you do. Telling people your plans is wonderful. But you know what they say the road to hell is paved with.  When you leave this office, make a difference. Because life is too short to waste it on words not backed up with action.  Be a person of few words.”

He looked over at his mother’s picture again. She was who had taught him that.  He looked again at her blue eyes and his blue eyes began to water.

The day was starting and it was time for the man of few words to do what he did best: Be a man of action.

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning. Have a great day.

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The sweeper

This is based on a conversation I just had with an Ambassador for Downtown Partners. She was great. Not totally sure I’m the guy having the pity party but I can tell you this, she did inspire me to come in and work my butt off. It was like Mac McAnally’s wonderful song “It’s my job” came to life.

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It was 6:30 a.m. and the sun was peeking over the horizon like a giant red eye.  The heat of the day had not clocked in yet. Just the humidity.

She was at work already, sweeping and making sure that the curbs of her town were tidy. Sweat dotted her brow, revealing her day’s effort so far.  Dust clouds formed around her ankles but her mind was clear.  It was her job.  Not the job of her dreams — but her job. And she was going to do the best that she could at it. It was her attitude. An attitude based on pride.

The young professional walked down sidewalk. His face wore a frown from a recent pity-party hangover.  He hated being at work this early. He hated a long list of things. He was holding a grudge. And you can’t reach for your dreams when you’re holding a grudge.

He had dust clouds, too. His were in his mind.

He came upon the woman with the broom and said hello. Her smile grabbed him instantly. How could she be smiling?  Small talk ensued and then she got back to work.   The heat of the day was on its way and would not wait for her to finish.

The young man went back into his office, looked out the window and watched the lady finish up her task. He thought about her attitude for a moment. She may have not loved what she was doing, but she loved her job.  She had energy. She had smile. She had pride in her work. And her love of her job meant that she’d probably get a better job. Life was funny like that.

He looked down at his to-do list and ripped the page out. He sat down and wrote a new one with the gusto of his new street-sweeping friend.  And then borrowed her smile for the day. He tried on a new attitude.  It fit quite well.

The street sweeper had swept more than just a curb that morning. She had swept the cloud of pity from between a young man’s ears.

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CARTOON: The day after

The campaigns in Madison County were as hard fought as any in recent memory. Longwitz/Barbour, Harkins/Knox, Tucker/Houston and even Fitch/Yancy had people squabbling, quarreling and even not speaking.  Politicians got in the thick of it. Trent Lott, Mary Hawkins Butler and even Haley Barbour jumped into the endorsement fray. Signs were everywhere and turnout was strong yesterday. But today, it’s over.  All’s quiet on the Northern front….

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Good morning!

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