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Dr. Nick Pappas is a Love Kat

February21

just so we are clear, a “Love Kat”, is someone that gives freely of themselves, but not for free.

often, for myself, I believe a covenant, of sorts, is part of the effort.

http://lnkd.in/bGf28M6 Dr. Nick Pappas from Radford University continues to inspire me and every fortunate student he blessed with “power muffins” (I have the recipe), and endless wisdom and tolerance.

Dr. Pappas is bigger than life, his legacy enduring and his example unequaled.

A testament of true loveA testament of true love – roanoke.com

“…enduring love needs a publicist these days.”

here are some other insights of mine around Dr. Pappas:

Nick Pappas [← read that. do it now!]

swine!

a Taste of history

my family, friends, familiars, associates, cronies, co-conspirators, fellow pirates, intellectualists, philosophers, evangelists, and (the list of adjectives can go on) all understand, and clearly, with endless examples, that Dr. Pappas has had an enormous influence in my life. he helped me forge my persona as a bit of a character, but more importantly instilled within me an unerring sense of integrity based on the realization of fortuna.

what this means for me is if you (that collective we) understand how fortunate you are to be blessed in one form or another, you are required to be a LOVE KAT and use your super powers for good.

it’s what Pappas did for us all.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

all dirt roads lead to Obamacare

October23

as most of you know, I went to college at Radford University.

that’s where I first heard the derisive remark that, “all dirt roads lead to Virginia Tech”.

while I never actually had an issue with the denizens of Blacksburg, I see a lot of reasons to take shots at the hapless Obamacare website that now turns the term national healthcare into an oxymoron.

almost every path you take with the new healthcare system going forward is going to feel like a dimly lit rutted road. thusly, all dirt road will lead to Obamacare.

perhaps Virginia Tech can heave a sigh of collective relief to have that monkey off their backs. not even Michael Vick could scramble out of the hole the oval office has spawned for an unfortunate raison d’être.

never being lost for an opinion, and often with a strident effort, I’m getting a lot of feedback on my thoughts around whats not happening with the Obamacare website. Here is a significant point I’m going to focus on awhile…

j edgar hooverthe GOP worked ferociously to convince the White House to push this off for a year. That’s what fueled the government shut-down that the media-centric “obamacrats” skewered Republicans over. I doubt they knew the healthcare sit was going to blow-up, let alone be the biggest security blunder since J Edgar Hoover. but, had Obama worked with the Republicans instead of drawing his saber and standing over his toys, they would have ironically helped him save face.

this might be a new best example of, “lost opportunity cost”. another term the White House is likely all to familiar with.  perhaps now we know why Obama waited until his final term to try and pull this off.  it had to be on his terms… terms. terms. terms.

I wonder if this is the fatal “burning platform” for the Democrats?

so… If you watch news that is trending platforms like Yahoo!, you won’t see much information about Obaitandswitchrama aka Obamacare.

That’s because the media won’t let you frown at the current administration. evidently the Oval office had no idea the most massive piece of software developed since SAP was more buggy than an ant hill.

well… some potentially good news for CEO’s that come under any civil or criminal scrutiny is that they will be able to play, “the Obama card” and claim, by precedent, that despite their fiduciary responsibilities, they had no idea what was happening around them.

by the way… don’t bother wiring your Congressman about this problem that will soon define who we are as a people… both the House and Senate are exempt from the predations and faults of the new healthcare system. they represent you with the same level of care they might actually donate a kidney to you with.

this is an Ayn Ran nightmare. Obama is not Atlas. problem is none of us dare shrug.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

saying Goodbye to Chris Langer

October9

Hello Pearl.

I’ve only just learned about Chis’s death by reading the obituary section of the Radford Highlander magazine. I did a quick Google search and came up with his broader obituary.

I knew Chris for a couple of years at Radford University. I played on the Lacrosse team with him. I’ll submit his tour were the glory years. One of my favorite memories of Chris was him defending the goal at practice with a sawed-off goalie stick without a head. I’m pretty certain he was on acid. I recall Coach Woolley looking askance at him with chagrin. However, that weekend Chris shut-out Richmond. Chris was fairly well known for experimenting with a lot of things, including nutrition. He was always razor-thin. Chris was very intense. But, you could not help but like him on a deep level.

“An accomplished athlete, Chris played two intercollegiate sports for Radford University, where he was an All-Conference lacrosse goaltender and a member of the 1981 Virginia Intercollegiate State Championship soccer team.”

I’m not the least surprised Chris travelled far-and-wide with a rather ecclectic career-path searching for a way to connect with a lot of people and make a difference. I’m also not surprised that he appeared to feel that he pissed-off a lot of people. I’m sure they all forgive him because he had an aura of uniqueness about him that made him more interesting and inspiring than irritating or hurtful.

I really do hope this message finds you. People cared about your husband, and his legacy is real. Consider me a friend. I coach my daughters in Soccer and everyone else’s sons in Lacrosse. I tell my Chris Langer story to every goalie on every Lacrosse team I coach.

“Chris” Cork, ’84

milestones and memories

December23

so…

the only being I’m probably really important to is my dog, Rowdy.

reference:

Rowdy can run.

Rowdy is alive and well.

and, with my vital role in the world always vitally suspect, my wife Joanne constantly rolling her eyes at me is telling.

but, that said, the point of this post, today, is to correlate two stories (and, a personal mission):

last night, against the Atlanta Falcons, Detroit Lions receiver, Calvin Johnson, aka “Megatron”, broke the legendary Jerry Rice’s single-season receiving record.

(sorry about the obnoxious advertisement)

he’s said some great things leading up to that. and, it’s likely the stage is set for many more a terrific bon mot, but the following quote caught me straight between the eyes, and to heart…

“It’s an accomplishment that took a lot of work,” Johnson said after the game. “You’re still in the moment – in the play that just happened, so I was still focused. I don’t think I even said anything when I gave my dad the ball. I just gave him a hug. But when I think back on it, it’s a special moment.”

as soon as I read that, my mind instantly went to the day of my college graduation from Radford University.

I probably did not belong in college at the on-set. but, my Mom and Dad leveraged an uncommon force-of-will to get me there. long story short, I’ve worked every day to have earned that. but, I can’t remember saying thanks to my Dad.

to wit…

“hey Dad. I sure to love you. and, I miss you. Haley Anne and Emma Jo have been out-right cheated by never having you in their lives, physically. but, almost every day they get a ‘Grandad story’. yeah… sometimes they roll their eyes. but, to be certain, another day they will realize the value.

two days, moments actually, often pop into my head, and typically at the seemingly most random times…

the last moment I saw you alive. we had just spent a couple of hours at your hotel while you were visiting Los Angeles on business. you had told me _____ was no good for me and to find the right girl (Dad never met Joanne, but he would adore her). I was listening. and, as I swaggered down the hall, I looked back and you were standing near the door to your room, sort of leaning against the wall with your hands shoved casually in your pockets gazing rather enigmatically at me. it was a tough read. but, I saw love, pride, sadness… a lot of stuff.

I took that moment for granted, just like I always took the too few years, months, weeks, days, hours and seconds I had with you.

then there was graduation day at Radford. Mom could not make it because she was dying of cancer at home. oddly, the import of that just struck me harder than ever before as I tap these words into existence. I know you were suffering. but, you were at Radford for me, and for the moment. a lot had gone-on the days leading up to that. I had sold a business and was sitting on some serious cash. Greg had drunk too much at a fraternity party and almost killed me, Eddie an himself driving back to my apartment. I had found Heather Hillier an hour before the ceremony, and then failed to look her in the eye and admit I had blown it by not ending-up with her instead of Dede (see below).

but, after the whooping-and-hollering and throwing of caps into the air, I found you standing off to the side by the fountain (Radford collective: you blew it by what you’ve relegated the fountain to). you had your coat looped through your arm with it being such a balmy Spring. and, of course, you had both that distant smile on your face – and, such a Gatsby air about yourself. were you a Last Gentleman a la, Walker Percy, after all?”

I do recall saying, “well… we did it”. however, I can’t recall much else. and, it was a bummer that you were distracted about Mom, and what lay ahead with Greg, the police, and all of that…

so…

Thank You.

despite my efforts to immortalize what I understood (or, not) about you on this blog over the years, and in stories to friends-and-family, I’ll probably never fully appreciate what that day meant to you, and on my behalf.

you grew up damn-dirt-poor (your words). but, your success is beyond measure. not just as a military officer. but, as a man and Dad. I know you had demons. and, they scarred us all. but, none of that could hide your efforts and the unflinching love and effort you put into your sons. Mom fought like hell to get me attention from college coaches despite my grades. but, you fought the odds and made it possible for me to be there. you never really talked about your own personal commitment to education, your advanced degrees (all long-after you were married and with kids), all that. what you cared about was Greg and me; our education. it was meaningful to you. so, graduation day was all the more special.

after you were gone, and I was able to get to Omaha, and while I was sorting through your affects, my mind a bit numb and body wracked with grief, I came upon a small box with my name neatly (nobody else ever had clean hand-writing like yours) stenciled across the top, and along one side (probably just for good measure). in that box were some momentos that you had carefully accumulated and I was unaware of… one of my running medals (why that one? …wait… I know why), a fishing hook, and a Political Science position paper I had written for Dr. Nick Pappas in my (ironically) Sophomore year with the words, “well done…” scrawled in a corner.

in my minds-eye, I see myself, with a re-wind like an old tape-to-tape reel, approaching you, giving you another hug, then stepping-back with an effort to be the man you saw, taking your hand firmly in my own (you taught me the importance of a firm hand-shake with eye-to-eye contact), and calmly state, “thank you Dad. I fully appreciate that everything you did since the day I was born was for, us. and, while you have given me an uncommon gift that will be measured more-and-more by the days yet ahead, this moment is for you. I want you to carry the memory of this day along with the notion that I could never conceive of the result without you being part of it every step leading up to, through, and beyond it”.

thanks for the ball, Dad.

today, I’m listening to Autumn Leaves, by Ed Sheeran. Haley Anne found this artist and shared him with me.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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