Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Hannah hates her P. E. Teacher (today)



Just because your mom is the P. E. teacher at the school doesn't mean you have to like it. Hannah run/walks everyday at school. Last year she completed over 100 miles during the school's running program. But according to school regulations, a few times a year they are timed on how fast they complete a mile. Hannah doesn't like it and expressed her displeasure on the whiteboard I set up on her closet doors. Just in case you can't see the fine print, it says:
Dear Mile Meanee, (otherwise known as Meanee Mom)
We are not running a mile.
I hate P. E.!
It is a looser program!
You have to love her passion, if not her spelling.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

OK, Luke is Fine, just ask him!




Luke is a smart child who struggles with his reading and therefore, his writing. Here is his written response to seeing his mid-term progress report. Since I'm not taking classes, we read together every night and sometimes have "math facts" challenges between Luke and Hannah before dinner. His reading is getting better, not "fine", but better. Pray that we may continue to see progress from our work together.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Lost Coin of a U. S. Defense Department official

(Revised in respect of the official's privacy (2-5-09)
About two year ago I was flying to Denver. I had my schoolwork from Biola University ready for the three hour flight. This was valuable time and I was a new student. Part of the project was in time-management and I was to write down everything I did for 24 hours. As I started studying, the man in the seat next to me started talking to me. I was polite but I really wanted to get going on my studies as this was the first class in Organizational Leadership at Biola University. I wanted this uninterrupted time to study. He continued to talk so I finally figured that instead of learning about Christianity, I should demonstrate it by being a better listener. Eventually I learned that this man was a high ranking official in the Defense Department.


He has lead a fascinating life. He told me of his life in the Pentagon, working with the President, Donald Rumsfield and Dick Cheney. Near the end of our trip, as we were getting close to landing in Denver, he showed me a coin. It is his personal coin. It has the flag that is flown wherever he goes. I looked at it and he told me the military tradition that if he gave his coin to you and if you didn't have it with you, and it was within the next 24 hours, you had to buy the officer's club a round of drinks. Secretary Rumsfield left his personal coin at the site of the plane crash in Shanksville, Pa. on 9-11. Then he gave me his coin. I thought it was so cool that I kept it with me, telling people about the story and just holding it in my hand. Just touching it. It was about 1 3/4 inches in diameter and fairly heavy. Finally it hit me. I should make my own coin. There were many occasions when I spoke of my relationship with the Lord and it would be nice to give that person a gift. There are other times when I just want to say thank you and this could be a way of doing it. Luckily, a man I worked with, Daniel Garmus, used to design coins for McDonnell Douglas, so I had him put my ideas into the design.




I had 100 of them made and have given away quite a few of them. I wrote to my friend and sent one to him in thanks for him being the inspiration. He was gracious enough to remember me and I sent it to him. About two months ago, I realized that the story seemed to be better if I had his coin with me. So I kept his coin and one of my coins with me to remind me about speaking of the Gospel. Unfortunately, sometime near Christmas, I must have given out his coin instead of mine. I was heart-broken and very embarrassed. I e-mailed him at Christmas but never heard back from him. With the change of administrations, I wanted to see what his plans were (and broach the subject of a replacement coin). He answered this Saturday at 6:00 in the morning. I was thrilled. He has been asked by the new administration to stay on until a replacement is named and confirmed, which will take several months. He said he'd send me his new e-mail when he gets it. I then had to humble myself and tell him the story of the lost coin. "No problem" he said, "I'll send you another one." I was thrilled. I haven't received it yet but it will be here. I'm like a little kid waiting for my coin to return. It will not leave the safe in my house.

This is not my missing coin, but a similar one. I can't show the actual picture as it will reveal his identity and he asked that he'd "rather not to have my name out on the net in any form."






Sunday, January 11, 2009

Luke and the Mountain - Conquering Fear (Part II)


Yes that is Luke and I working our way down a pretty steep hillside. We all have our demons. Things we fear. Some of us are born with them, some of us acquire our fears as we go on in life. Mine was swimming and open water. I may not have completely conquered it, but I am now able to swim in the open ocean in triathlon events. Luke has never loved heights. I know this because as I carry him up the stairs to bed, he never wants to be too close to the edge. This weekend, we went to Agua Caliente, a camp site in San Diego with the YMCA Indian Guides. Besides the hot water springs, they have mud caves that you get to explore. Not having explored these before, Luke, the rest of the tribe and I explored the caves. What we didn't notice is that as time went on, the caves led us up to the top of some hills that we had to descend to get down to the parking lot. Luke was way in front, as he is one of the older kids. I saw from the top that we were pretty far up and had to go down a very narrow path. I was near the back of the line. I saw Luke start to hesitate and start to let people pass him and let them head down the hill in front of him. He started breathing hard and when I came up, he said, "Dad, I just want to go back. Let's go back through the caves, I don't want to go down this hill!" Tears started to flow. We slowed down and talked about it and I promised him I'd be with him every step of the way. By now, all of the kids were way ahead but nobody said anything but encouraging words to Luke. Finally he said, "Let's do it, but slowly."

So we went down. Slowly. Very slowly. Step by step we went down together. But he did it. Luckily a member of the tribe took this picture and I had it framed in Luke's room with the signature:


Luke,
There is nothing that we can't overcome if we work together.
Dad
John 16:33

Fear takes another hit from the Smith boys.