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Why “Ready, Fire, Aim” is a losing proposition!

My alarm clock this morning was a gentle breeze accompanied by the nature’s music of the birds singing right outside my window. It was just one of those mornings where you say, “Yeah, life is good!” The weather is beautiful, I had the day planned out and today was my son’s first rounds of SAT’s.

We jumped in the car and headed over to Dunkin’ Donuts to fuel up on a couple iced teas and breakfast sandwiches before heading over to the school. We arrived a few minutes early so my son could get settled. I waited a bit just to make sure and off I went to get an oil change.

I’ve Got A Busted Heart

I am the wandering son
Enough is never enough
I keep chasing the wind
Instead of chasing Your love
I’m screaming out Your name,
Don’t let me fall on my face
I’ve got a busted heart
I’m in need of a change
Yeah, I’m desperate for grace

Hold on to me (Hold on to me)
Hold on to me
Don’t let me lose my way (Don’t let me lose my way)
Hold on to me

Broke Your heart a thousand times
But You’ve never left my side
You have always been here
For me

Life Is More Exciting With Adventure!

So few people really live life to the fullest. We get stuck in our ways and our routines and before we realize what’s happening – we start coasting through life.

Why wait for that moment to wake up? Live your life fully awake. Live your life to the fullest. It’s the only way!

3 Life Lessons From A Falling Leaf

One clear and peaceful Autumn morning on my way to work I stopped at the final red light before turning into the parking lot. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel I looked at the car beside me as my scattered thoughts swirled around in my head sorting out the velocity of life. Then out of the corner of my eye I catch the scene of falling leaves. I watched one by one as each leaf swirled to the ground as life happened in the backdrop. I tell you, I got caught up and lost in this scene…unplugging from the business of life for a moment.

What I Learned From Jumping Out Of A Plane

The trees were proudly parading their vivid colors that warm and inviting autumn day in October of 2003 as I headed out to Orange, Massachusetts, to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. Upon my arrival to the jump school, an employee with a detached personality and a large Mohawk haircut handed me a phonebook-size bundle of paperwork so I could begin the long process of signing my life away; so I wouldn’t hold the jump school responsible if I ended up a human pancake.

If that wasn’t enough, the whole family decided to show up to see if I would really follow through with this incredibly crazy stunt, which meant there was no way I could chicken out. You know, we men have our pride.