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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

letter to Emily

December28

“by the way… I feel fear is a form of cancer.”

most of you don’t know the Emily I’m writing to.

however, many of you have asked questions around bravery, or contemplated its application, or utter devoid of it in your life.

regardless of your position, role, or perspective in the matter, I present a heart-felt message to Emily:

I don’t see yours as a difficult question. the topic itself might be something that you’ll find deep within your own heart.

God has a dark sense of humor – and, more often than not puts things He wants us to know about ourselves in odd places, like just beyond our fingertips, in the voice of strangers that become friends, or in the very face of adversity.

So… mine is really an opinion based on decades of experience and perspective.

I know many people that have dealt with cancer. Some survived; others not. They all handled it differently. I know people that were bullied. I also know bullies. I can add stories about parents that have lost children to cancer, and bullying. all of these people are brave, or have the option to be brave, can be brave, or won’t ever be. Separate from bravery comes courage. that is another word with an entirely different meaning and application.

by the way… I feel fear is a form of cancer.

with all those words, my use of the word brave in relation to you was my emerging sense that you have an ability to deal and muscle through situations that have crushed many other people. I don’t know if you demonstrated courage through any of it. but, I know that on the other side of it all I see a person that has a good vibe, wants to do great things, cares about dogs, has a zest for life, wants to be in love… that is bravery because its so much easier to to be bitter. and, “bitter” is not how I’d ever describe you. I may not be able to offer you clarity with this, yet. we often can’t see ourselves as others do. this is why I try to view the world through other people eyes. its no simple task. it takes a lot of living to see the world from so many different perspectives. part of my role in the lives of my clients is to walk with them and share. thats a catalyst for changing.

spending money on a business, or on yourself – outside of material possessions – does not make you brave. its just not common, both in-terms of application and ability to do so. most people are the opposite. they live in fear and don’t invest in themselves. thats a bit ironic, don’t you think?

you are investing in yourself. I’m investing my time and positive energy in you. fortunately we both agree you are worth it.

I really do understand the quest for financial independence. however, I’ll leave you with something of a puzzle around it… you won’t understand or value it until you have achieved it coming from the places you have been. I don’t know anything about your sleep issues. but, dreams can be realized by conscious effort.

that said… What do you WANT? by the way… does it have to be in Atlanta?

also… financial independence does not always mean the balance in the bank account. It can also mean always have the means. maybe the primary thing we need to evolve (I purposefully did not say “change”) is your perspective. here some additional perspective… the best surfing spots amongst the islands of Hawaii were formed from volcanic activity. craters are formed. over thousands of years the ocean chews away at them and creates bays. …this is meant to be a bit frustrating as you ponder all of it.

on a personal note… you surf a HUGE wave big enough to crush a whale four feet above razor sharp coral surrounded by thunder loud enough to drown-out everything including your inability to think (you only survive by following your gut and instincts) – you begin to understand where life and death are simply the difference between a breath, a blink, or balance. certainly choices.

David Sugarman once said to me, “when I stopped worrying about money it found me”. love might work that way as well. I know it does with scoring soccer goals.

lets talk about the mistakes and next steps when we next meet. its a bit too complex for email. the exchange needs to be more dynamic.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

with death and salvation its all or nothing

February20

Mark Pendleton sent me an email on Tuesday:

“It sounds like each of us is a unique expression of God… Maybe even of the person of God.  Sort of makes you wonder where He starts in us and we (our egos) end…Or vice versa… Hence the need to “die” to ourselves daily.”

maybe. who knows? but, evidently one of three things happens, in the end, as it were…

  • something magnificent, transforming, and probably unimaginable;
  • something awful and unimaginable; or,
  • nothing, which is almost impossible for us to imagine.

dying is rarely easy. in fact, it’s often painful. thats why so many pray they die in their sleep. have you ever seen someone die? it’s always awful. always.

then of course, the concept of an afterlife, and then God (buffered by Christ), to make sense of it was realized by the fear of death, and our own ego’s inability to surrender to the notion that perhaps the slide into darkness with our final breath is where it ultimately ends.

that is the ultimate terror.

the unimaginable.

or, maybe the prospect of death, our mortality, ignited our awarenesss of God.

so, the Bible requires an ultimate surrender leveraging our desperate hopes for salvation, which is another word for more options other than, nothing.

It’s literally, all-or-nothng.

so, I choose, all, and am hoping for, and working towards, the best.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

give me liberty or give me apathy

November12

I think it’s fair to say, possibly just admit, that I have lost my zeal for blogging.

it’s not that I no longer have opinions, or have discovered apathy, mind you.

however, I awoke this morning with the thought, which is worse apathy or death? or, are they the same?

…seriously…

so… here I am foisting a blog post upon the lot of you.

this is more about me finding other things beyond my own imagination, view, or standpoint to champion. I have been very much involved with Emma Jo and our soccer. despite me as their coach, Emma Jo and her U12 Shockers Nation found themselves 11-0 on the regular season, and finalists in their first bonafide tournament at the prestigious KOHLS Cup. I’ve also been coaching everyone else’s son in Lacrosse these past eighteen months. and, as evidence of my lack of desire to pontificate, I’ll not trouble you with any of those details. …well, at least for the moment.

meanwhile…

I have made a very conscious decision to stop being so hard on Barack Obama. for bad or worse, he is our Commander-in-Chief. we may not know if he is an anti-Christ until it’s to late. my own sixteen-year-old daughter Haley Anne pointed-out that if most Americans voted for the man, they must see something the minority does not.

she’s pretty bright.

so, we are mostly stupid or mostly right.  only time will tell for the rest of us.

on the other hand, maybe this is Gods own way of forcing the laws of natural selection down our collective throats. the European nations favor Obama. but then they are all sliding towards Socialism, and “misery loves company”, as they say, whomever they are. I suspect they conceived of Socialism as they follow apathy as a form of religion.

reference (I dare you): the secret series: in pursuit of They

in any event, with all of it weighing heavily on my mind, I have recalled a poignant, if not foreboding quote from the formidable Alexander Fraser Tyler, from his indomitable (and, certainly foresightful) work, Cycle of Democracy (1770):

“A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over lousy fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average of the world’s great civilizations before they decline has been 200 years. These nations have progressed in this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith; from faith to great courage; from courage to liberty; from liberty to abundance; from abundance to selfishness; from selfishness to Complacency; from complacency to apathy; from apathy to dependency; from dependency back again to bondage.”

okay… so, now what next, neighbor? could we hear the words, “give me liberty or give me death”, again? what might only 300 of us do?

we saw Emma Jo off on her first school away trip early this morning. as I brushed touseled hair from her eyes this morning to wake her as gently as I could, my eyes did tear-up somewhat as my mind ran rampant with memories of high intensity and drama from the weekend, natural apprehension around the pending trip, and a earthly fathers keen desire to protect his child from the rigors of an uncertain future. or, would that be opportunity?

God knows, right? I just want to be part of the solution, and not the problem. so, that is my prayer, today.

peace be to our Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

I taught myself how to Jump

April11

I forget the title of the post now, but somewhere in this blog is at least one rendition of the story around how Curtis Burton the Third and I took his Mom’s new silk sheets and used them to jump off of the third story of my house. I think one of them is: running To or from or both.

Mom was just pulling into the drive way as I flashed her a smile and made that particular leap of faith, and into the hands of God.

Grandad often said:

“you need stories to tell. you can tell them about other people, or they can tell them about you. you have that choice in your own life.”

when I signed-on as a firefighter (and, we also had to be EMT’s) while living in Louisville, Colorado, part of the fitness testing included climbing a one hundred foot ladder.

…I’m generally afraid of heights.

with about ten rungs to go I was thinking I liked the burn in my thighs, and I was also glad there weren’t any building this high in Louisville.

those details are less important today. one reason for that is my point for this post lay else where. in fact, I’m not likely to make any point, here, today. well… other than, contrary to the general belief of those people around me, and who have followed my adventures, I do have fear.

but, hell, boy, I face them.

I taught myself how to jump.

I also look at people in terms of groups. one of those groups are white guys in GoreTex and real Adventurers. the first lot are men (ish) who fulfill themselves by finding an adventure – climbers, kayakers, hikers – a solid group, possibly. but, it’s the second group that I’ll relate to most. those who have adventures in their everyday lives – firemen, soldiers, survivors, entrepreneurs, Dads who hug their kids in public and cry when they score goals, etc.

by the way… two small things, really. the only vehicle I currently have left is my Porsche. and, the thought of crawling into the cockpit of that small vehicle is very uncomfortable for me – literally because my ribs hurt like blazes, and I still see that jeep baring down on my every time we pull up to a stop sign or light. and, I have over two thousand emails (that’s the number that got passed my staff as priority) that I need to pile through just to be ready for a return to work today.

look Ma, no hands.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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