I’m reading a book called “Stillness is the Key” which mentions that Napoleon used to wait two weeks before having his mail opened and read to him. He found that delaying opening his mail resulted in 90% of the issues that people wrote to him about had resolved themselves or someone else had stepped in to fix the problem during those few weeks. This reduced his stress and increased his productivity.
I look forward to seeing this!
I’ll post an outstanding, award winning documentary which I’ve watched several times.
Watch Return With Honor | American Experience | Official Site | PBS
Read the whole thing:
Gotta feel bad for the retiree. I would love to have a ride like that, but alas it ain’t happening for me anytime soon.
At least the retiree does have a good story to tell, even it was an unpleasant experience for him. Hopefully all parties involved are ok.
communication. communication, communication…
Dear Coach K,
I’ve never met you, though you’ve walked past me many times on a stretch of beach called Pine Knoll Shores. I didn’t want to bother you, but wish I had known about your gift to Steve Mitchell. His departure from this earth has offered the story of a life well-lived. Steve was the man who sat behind you in Duke University’s Cameron Indoor Stadium for the last 37 years and I know you miss him this season.
He did a lot in his sixty plus years. He was born with Down syndrome and his family shrugged off the doctors and took him right home. He was integrated in an era that made his parents ground breakers; school or church, Steve was there. I am a special needs mama too and with parenthood comes advocacy, their forging a path has benefited so many. You called Steve “a good friend who had some challenges.” What a gift of inclusive language.
The story goes that in 1980 the only thing Steve Mitchell wanted for Christmas was a Duke basketball ticket, not an easy score, but Steve’s brother had a construction company and was hired to renovate the new coach’s, Mike “Coach K” Krzyzewski, house. He asked you how one might find a ticket to buy and explained his brother’s Christmas wish.
“He can sit behind me,” you said. Did you know how life changing that gift would be?
The following season, Steve wrote you a letter saying, “Coach, I know we’re going to have another great year. I was hoping that I could sit near you again.” You said yes to a family that may have heard no far more often. He wrote you a letter every year for 37 years and this is the first season that a ticket, reserved for one Steve Mitchell, isn’t waiting at will call. Steve would collect his ticket and make his way to his seat behind you (usually with the help of his favorite usher, Fran), a tradition that was life changing for his self-confidence, according to his family. You shook his hand before every game.
Thank you, Coach K.
Mamas of special needs kids know that kindness extends far beyond team affiliation and we know that our team is the best of all. Welcome to the club. And to Steve? Godspeed, my friend and thank you.
Adrian (Amos’s mom)
This reminds me of the Beavis and Butthead where Beavis dies and is getting the 3rd degree from St. Peter:
St. Peter - “When you were 14 years old, you touched yourself inappropriately”
Beavis - "Wait! You saw that?
SP - “A week later you did it again…”
Beavis - “This is starting to suck - do I get into heaven or not?”
Monarch butterflies making a comeback!
I love Monarch butterflies. Some of the most beautiful creatures on earth.
The Japanese school girl schtick always makes me shake my head and giggle.
As the great Lenny Dykstra said “everyone is somebody else’s weirdo”, and that must apply to cultures, too.
They’re the Japanese version of OK Go.
OK Go! usually cheers me up too. Often the treadmill one.
Encouraging news (and for me, very informative):
I used to swim in the ocean, but not anymore.
It must be difficult to feel lucky after being attacked by a shark. But after surviving the harrowing encounter off Lovers Point Beach in California’s Monterey Bay last month, Steve Bruemmer seems to be experiencing nothing so much as a sense of gratitude.
In a video credited to the Natividad Medical Center in Salinas, Josh Copitch of the Action News team at KSBW-TV has published Mr. Bruemmer’s account of the attack and its aftermath.
Mr. Bruemmer describes swimming roughly 150 yards from shore when he was suddenly bitten “ferociously by a shark right across my thighs and my abdomen and it grabbed me and pulled me up” and then “down in the water” and then “it spit me out.”
He theorizes this was because the shark prefers to dine on seals rather than people. But the shark didn’t go away. Mr. Bruemmer continues:
… it was looking at me… and I thought it could bite me again so I pushed it with my hand and I kicked at it with my foot and it left. I got myself back to the surface and started yelling for help and that’s when all my luck changed… I started yelling and … two people… on paddle boards… veered over to me, one a nurse and one a policeman who had his cell phone with him and called 911 immediately.
Another Good Samaritan brought a surfboard from the beach to rescue Mr. Bruemmer. He continues the story:
The three of them in the bloody water got me up onto the surfboard and pulled me into the beach. Heroes—how do you get in bloody water with maybe a shark circling beneath you to save a stranger? They’re… amazing. I got to the beach and there were two ICU nurses and a doctor at the beach who took their own t-shirts and made tourniquets. I had tourniquets on my legs and arms within five minutes to stop the bleeding. Otherwise I bleed to death… They carried me to the ambulance. In 40 minutes after the 911 call, I had gotten the 28 miles to the Natividad trauma center… They saved my life in a two-hour operation that used 28 units of blood. Thank you, blood donors. Without you, I don’t make it. They saved me. Two days later they repaired my thighs so that one day I’ll be able to walk again.
In the video Mr. Bruemmer continues thanking everyone involved in his rescue and recovery, from the people on the beach to the hospital cleaning crew. And why shouldn’t he? With one rather glaring exception, it turned out to be his lucky day.
There’s an old saying that you make your own luck. Thank goodness that after the attack Mr. Bruemmer encountered people willing and able to make it for him. KSBW’s Felix Cortez reported last month:
The good Samaritans were identified as Heath Braddock, a surfer from Moss Landing, Aimee Johns, a nurse from Folsom and her husband Paul Bandy, a Sacramento police officer. All were in the water that day and Bandy said he did what he’s trained to do.
“As a police officer I respond to emergencies all the time so I don’t think there was ever a question of whether or not we were gonna go,” Bandy said the day of the rescue. “It’s just how fast we were going to be able to get there.”