Where champions are crowned

Tonight’s the second annual Mississippi Sports Awards will honor the best Mississippi prep athletes. I’ll play a small part (emceeing) and Tim Tebow will be there. But the true stars will be the athletes in the room. And they’ll be there not just because they excelled in the arena. They’re being honored because of the work they did when no one was looking. The hours of practice. The pain. The dedication.

It’s an evening that honors dedication as much as talent.

And their parents deserve credit, too. All the hours of driving to practice, tournaments and clinics. All the checks written to camps and for equipment. All the encouragement and love.

I’ll be proud of each and every athlete and parent in the room tonight.

Champions are coronated on the field. But they get to the coronation by pushing past what is expected when no one is expecting it — by busting their butts when no one is looking. When the lights are off. And when the crowds aren’t cheering.

That’s a lesson I hope they take into all areas of their lives from academics to family to work.

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Angels come in strange shapes and sizes

I visited a friend of mine yesterday. He’s one of the most physically strong people I know — but I also admire him for his strong will (some would say he is hard-headed). His faith has strengthened exponentially this past year. And because of it, I’ve noticed a huge positive change in his life. That change has influenced the lives of so many people around him.

Now he is ill and in the hospital.

He has a struggle ahead of him — which isn’t the first he has faced. A few years ago, he nearly died — and if he wasn’t as strong as he is, he would have. But he pushed through the pain and made a miraculous recovery. Statistically he shouldn’t have made it. But he did. Did I mention he has the strongest will I’ve ever seen in a human being?

Well, he does.

I thought about him as I did my workout this morning. I was running with a 25-lb. weight and felt like I was going to croak. I felt pain — and lots of it. But then I quit thinking about myself and started thinking about him. I focused on his strength. And I thought how he motivates so many people. I pushed through the exercise and to the next one. Pain makes you sharper and stronger. Pain makes you humble.

I am praying for my friend as he and his family walk this difficult health journey. And I am saying a prayer of gratitude for all the positive change he has brought into my life. Angels come in strange and sometimes flawed forms. But they make you change for the better. I am a better man because of my friend.

Today I feel more urgency in my life. I want to get better and make the most of my days on the earth. I want to pay the blessing he has given me forward.

All thanks to my friend.

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The Sign

Madison Central High School has an electronic sign at the entrance to their parking lot. Every morning, as I head to the football field to workout, it has a countdown until graduation. This morning, it read four.
 
Four.
 
It seems like just last week it read 300.
 
In four days, students will walk across the stage and receive a piece of paper that shows where they’ve been — not where they are a going. A diploma is not a map after all.
 
Many students will go to college. Others will join the military. Those kids will continue to live a world with structure.
 
When I graduated, I went to college. Five more years flew by and I once again received a piece of paper that told where I had been. But as I shook the last hand, things got tricky. That’s when the paved road ended and the trail got harder to follow. Life became a series of mistakes, stumbles and falls. All structure left my life and the path got blurry.
 
Twenty-five years later, the path isn’t any clearer.
 
I still run into obstacles. Those require me to stop and learn how to get past them (walls don’t stop people with dreams, they motivate them). I still fail — failure is the greatest classroom in the world if you allow it to be. I still am trying to find my way. I’ve learned that moving forward sometimes requires a step back. And there is no more dangerous place than a comfort zone. Hard work plus attitude is a performance enhancer.
 
I don’t have a map. Wish I did some days. But my dream continues to be my GPS. It has gotten me this far.
 
Tomorrow morning the sign will read three. Then two. Then one. And the it will be the big day.
 
I wish the Class of 2016 all the luck in the world. I hope that they realize that when they do fail, that the story isn’t how they failed, but how they got back up.
 
That’s how you keep moving forward when there is no map. And that’s truly the secret to success.
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The Walk

imageTwenty-five years after graduating from the University of Tennessee Knoxville, I’ll be giving the commencement address for the graduates of Holmes Community College. I can’t tell you how excited I am. And how I never dreamed I’d be bestowed such an honor back in 1991.

I knew what I wanted to do (be an editorial cartoonist) but the trail was ill-defined. I had no map — just a compass. That compass was a dream and heart. With no job in sight, (the newspaper business was in a downturn back then, thankfully that’s changed), I hung out with my friends James and Carol Neil Raxter for a few days. Then I limped home.

As I’ve written many times before, I ended up at Pope High School as a night custodian. I felt like it was a defeat, but in hindsight, it was my only true path to where I am now. My attitude and work ethic were sharpened. I made friends. And one of my coworkers set me up with her daughter.

We’ve been married nearly 23 years.

I learned that the path forward sometimes takes a step back — a lesson that I have lived over and over in my career. Things don’t come easy by design. Walls don’t keep you out. They determine how badly you want something.

Most of my worst career moments have led to my biggest career blessings. It’s a balm that keeps me from getting butt-hurt about bad things that happen. When walked across the stage, I thought my talent would propel me to greatness.

While it definitely got my foot in the door, I’ve found these three things have made a bigger difference:

1. Personal relationships.
2. Attitude
3. Work ethic.

I learned all three when I was a janitor. And I’m still learning it today.

I’ll speak for a few minutes, tell a few funny stories and sit down for the real stars of the show: The graduates. I’ll watch them cross the stage, grab hold of the paper that signifies mission accomplished and smile as they head off into the real world.

I wish them luck. As much luck as I’ve had. And when they don’t have any, I hope they remember that they can manufacture their own luck.

Just like I did 25 years ago.

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The Next Level

At 4 a.m., I searched for the next level.

Trust me, at 4 a.m., I’m searching for a lot of things. By 4:15, I’m dressed and making sure my son is ready. We head out of the house by 4:30 for the 5 a.m. Paul LaCoste boot camp, dodging deer on our way. By five, we are out on the field and our heart rates don’t go down until after six. My son and I drive home and get ready for the day. We particularly enjoy watching runners sweat it out as we zip by. We smile — Our work is done.

I search for the next level four days a week. I push myself hard so that I can continue to push myself hard for the rest of the day. My son does, too — and does things that most 15-year-olds can’t do. He’s shown me guts and determination. That will take him far in life. Come to think of it, I’m doing things most 48-year-olds can’t do. I forget my age sometimes. My body reminds me from time to time. I’m not immune to aches and pains. But I roll with them. The next level requires sacrifice.

Today’s the third day back out of 48 days total. My legs are particularly sore from lactic acid (I’m rolling it out as I type). But as I pushed today, I enjoyed the pain. It’s my pain. It’s pain that represents growth and change. I’m getting better and stronger — physically and mentally.

When it’s done, my son and I race each other back to the car (he’s MUCH faster than I am.) We then talk about what we did that day. It’s our currency. It’s what we have to talk about. Sure, our workout makes us physically stronger. But it also makes us closer.

Come to think of it, I found the next level after all.

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Bootcamp Blog: Day 1

Weight: 223. Goal: 199

It was the first day back and Paul mixed things up a bit from past boot camps. There was no fitness test per se — we just jumped feet first into our workout and I felt my extra weight and three weeks of reduced activity (thanks to three weeks of migraines). There was one station where we pushed bags on the field. Now bending over and pushing things has never been my favorite but it absolutely kicked my butt today. I was gasping for air like a catfish on a dock. My son, who is in pretty good shape, had problems with his breathing and got ill. I tell you this because I am very proud of what happened next: He recovered and went on to finish the workout. At the end, he ran a 7:44 mile. I won’t mention what I ran — let’s just say it was reflective of me being overweight and not running much for the past three weeks.

Paul says it’s not where you start, it’s where you finish. I have a lot of work to do to get to where I want to finish. But I know where I’m headed and I’m going to work my ass off to get there. Literally.

I weigh 223. I will weigh under 200 lbs. by the end of 12 weeks.

 

 

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Ideas are like a River

imageAs it flows past Natchez, the Mississippi River shapes the land that tries to hold it in check. As I stood on the bluff watching the river, I thought I how much history the Old Man had seen. And I thought about how it much change it had brought. Unlike a noisy waterfall on a mountain stream, the Mississippi quietly goes about its business as it carves the land around it. It doesn’t need to brag. It’s actions speak louder than mere words. It’s not called “Mighty” for nothing.

This week I interviewed five people from Natchez who are much like the river itself: In their own way, they are quietly changing the world.

Chef Regina Charboneau is as mighty as the river that runs near her home, Twin Oaks. First of all, I appreciated her allowing us to use her home to tape my show Conversations. But I have to say, it’s hard to stay focused when the amazing smell of brisket is wafting through the house. Regina is a force of nature. She and her husband Doug have several companies and ventures they tend to. Want the best biscuits you’ve ever tasted? Call Regina. Want a Gold-Medal winning Natchez-produced rum? Call Doug and their son (Chaboneau Rum). Want to learn how to feed 145 people for Thanksgiving? Regina can do it. She doesn’t know the word “Can’t.”

Talking to her I learned a very important key to success: Planning. She doesn’t react. She is very proactive. She bakes, cooks and freezes things months in advance of the big day. She plays chess, not checkers. She’s looking ahead three and four steps and getting things done. I would normally “I don’t know how she does it all.” But after talking to her, I get it now. She’s busy working with a cruise line, writing for the Atlantic, teaching classes at her house, running a bed and breakfast.

Did I mention Regina makes amazing biscuits? Now if she could just bottle her energy. I’d buy a case.

Jennifer Odgen Combs is a producer. She has been VP for 20th Century Fox. She has produced Tuesday’s in Morrie. She has worked with Hollywood’s greats. To quote Jennifer, a producer is the hub of the wheel. I get that. She’s playing chess, too. Right now, she’s in charge of Natchez’ 300th Birthday celebration — producing and connecting all the spokes of that wheel. And she’s is now interim of the CVB. She’s busy. Very busy. But she gets things done. She told me that good planning was the key to success. I believe her. “Anticipate the problems and plan for them.”

Glen Ballard is one of the top record producers in the world. And one of the best songwriters, too. Little Jagged Pill? He co-wrote the songs and produced it — and it sold 33 million copies. Michael Jackson’s Man in the Mirror? That’s Glen. He has worked with Barbra Streisand, George Straight, Aerosmith, Van Halen, Elton John — and has written a movie soundtracks and a Broadway musical. Quincy Jones is his mentor. But what I find amazing is that he has written 10,000 songs. Yup, 10,000. That’s another secret for success — plain hard work. That’s Glen. This weekend, he’ll be coming home to play a concert in Natchez with another amazing talent, Greg Iles. Yes, the world-famous author is from Natchez, too.

Charles Wright was in the Army’s 1st Cav in Vietnam, among the first Army troops to fight in the mid 1960’s. His second cousin also happens to be acclaimed author Richard Wright. But Charles is a storyteller in his own right. He shows visitors the places his cousin wrote about in his books and short stories. Charles puts Richard’s words into context for us. You understand how the harshness of his childhood shaped his later writing. What I learned from Charles is that our pain is like the river. It shapes us and makes us great. He told me about a couple of his experiences in Vietnam and I noticed his eyes watering. Like the waters of the river, Charles’ feeling and wisdom run deep.

Marc and Chesney Doyle claim Natchez is the center of the Museum world. And since they have created and produce the award-winning PBS show Great Museums, I believe them. Marc is a former CBS executive (he worked with Walker Cronkite and discovered Deborah Norville.) Chesney is a 2015 Governor’s Arts Award winner and an 8th-generation Nachezian (I guess that’s what someone from Natchez is calleD). They could live anywhere. But they’ve chosen to raise their (very cute) twins at home. Natchez truly is the center of their world. A home base is important for the greatest explorers. From Marc and Chesney, I learned the value of home.

Ideas are like the Mighty Mississippi. They constant flow past you and alter your world. I appreciate my time with Marc, Chesney, Doug, Regina, Jennifer, Glen and Charles. Getting to interview them was an honor. As I drove away from river, I felt felt both proud and inspired. My life had been changed for the better.

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Appreciating Great Teachers!

It’s National Teacher Appreciation Day.

I wouldn’t be here with out great teachers.

1. My mom was a great teacher. So that one is obvious.
2. My wife is an amazing teacher. I wouldn’t be here without her either.
3. My sister and aunt are great teachers. I figure they could have snuffed me out at some time, too.

But I’d like to salute all the men and women who were part of my education. They challenged me. They shaped me. They dared me to become something bigger. I think of Dr. Faye Julian — my speech teacher at UT. I got a 95 on my first exam and she looked me in the eye and said, “You can do better than that.”

I did.

Thank you Dr. J. I still hear your voice 26 years later.

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You never know

My cartoon is done and now I’m headed to Natchez to film some episodes of Conversations, the interview show I host on Mississippi Public Television. I never in a million years thought I’d be in television — I love it. And I’ve heard some great feedback. You never know.

I think that’s the point. You never know.

Five years ago I would not have predicted I would have been here. And I have no clue where I’ll be in five more years. All I know that there is one consistent in the whole thing: Hard work. I’ve got to keep working my tail off.

It’s easy to get hung up in wrongs of the past and things that you think are unfair. It’s also pretty simple to complain. I get angry from time to time — it’s like a cold sore: It pops up, hurts but serves no real purpose. I refocus on what’s next and keep moving forward. You don’t drive looking in the rear view mirror all the time, do you?

I once prayed for success and was given challenges. I now know that those challenges were what would forge me into being something better. And by being better, I’ll find success.

It’s still a long journey. Everything I do is for my kids and wife. But I at least have the satisfaction that I love my work and can use my talents. And by using those talents, I’ve been given new ones.

But I need to do more. I need to get more cartoons out there. I need to paint more. More books are on the horizon. Speeches will be given. And I’ll be smiling along the way.

It’s time to get to work. Natchez, here I come.

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Just Another Melanoma Monday

So today is Melanoma Monday. And this is Melanoma Month. I just checked my mailbox — no one sent me a card. I’ll live, though. Because I have gotten 15 years of life since my diagnosis.

That’s the greatest gift of all.

Mine is not a story of great courage. Or struggle. No, mine is a story of early detection. My persistence kept me going from doctor to doctor until I felt like I had been adequately screened. I took charge of my health. And I am still alive because of it.

Melanoma is cancer of the melanocyte — or to put it simply, what gives you your pigment. It’s skin cancer. Very aggressive and deadly skin cancer. If not caught early, you can face a quick demise. While it does affect pasty, reddish-haired, blue-eyed folks like me, it also can can strike people who aren’t as ghostly as me. Bob Marley got a mole under his toenail. Bob Marley died of melanoma. It also can strike your eyes, too. That’s ocular melanoma. And while most melanomas are caused by UV radiation damage, you can get one where the sun don’t shine. Genetics play a factor, too. If you’ve had a family member who has had the disease, you are more likely to have the disease.

My poor sisters are toast.

Nah, actually they aren’t. Because they are smart and get checked by their doctors. You should, too. To put it in terms that a Mississippian can relate to, think of melanoma like you would that rock ding in your windshield. Get it fixed quickly and you get to keep your windshield. Melanoma is that way, too.

I’ve had three. Two in-situs (very early melanomas) and one malignant one. I’m here because my doctor caught them early.

I want you to have that blessing, too.

If a mole changes, itches or bleeds, get it checked out immediately.

Get a yearly skin screening. Do self exams (your skin is pretty easy to see after all). Look for ABCD (Asymmetry (make sure the mole is asymmetrical) Border (if it’s ragged), Color (black or multi-toned), Diameter (mole bigger than a pencil eraser). Google ABCD and what a melanoma looks like.

WHEN IN DOUBT, CUT IT OUT.

Stay the heck out of the sun between 10 and 4. And if you do have to be out, wear hats, sun shirts (preferably long sleeves) and sunscreen.

I’ve had about 80 spots removed. Eighty. My scars have faded and I’ve had 15 bonus years. Now I want you to have the same blessing.

Melanoma isn’t “just skin cancer.” It’s deadly, sneaky, nasty, cruel and vicious. I’ve seen it rob my friends of their lives. I’ve seen it come back 20 years later and kill people. But like ol’ Ben said, “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

Catch it early.

This Melanoma Monday, I don’t want a card. I want you to take charge of your health. Because I want you to have the same chance at life I had.

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