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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

usefulness

May9

so…

I’m by no means bored today. not in the very least.

and, with my hair actually a bit on-fire this morning I found myself looking at a pop-up message on my iMac dutifully (although the word, “grimly” might offer some much needed drama) advising me that the batteries on my mouse were low.

I immediately swung into action, rummaged through my astonishingly useful clutter drawer, found two AA batteries, and deftly acted as my own “IT Guy”. this involved lobbing the older batters into the trash basket – one underhanded, and the other with an elegant sky-hook that offered a rewarding and resounding “THUNK” to the experience when the woeful battery found “the hole”.

however, while I was performing at such optimal levels my mind wandered, ever so briefly, to the pair of NIKE running shoes I had some what more carelessly (I’m pondering the word, “nonchalantly” as well) tossed into the trash only last night. they easily had over four hundred miles on them, but I really liked them, and they had carried me through some reasonable adventures, so I was loathe to give them up. but, experienced and savvy runners know to be disciplined around cycling their boots.

…in any event, the thought struck me that those batteries and shoes had served me well, but it was easy to throw them away; toss them aside.

we certainly need to be grateful for the little things. but, we probably should not take anything for granted.

thusly, this post is setting the stage for the next post, with a date, as yet uncertain. but, hints include: Where The Wild Things Are, Milestones, Death, Reunions and Lacrosse.

also… I think I did very well by my Boys Select lacrosse team this season (we went 19-6 as we head into the Playoffs). but, I anticipate being tossed aside.

I am very needy, in that I like to be useful.

more later.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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trees and other enduring Examples

April27

I don’t necessarily want to be a tree.

but, were I a tree. I’d want it to be a really cool tree. Possibly a useful example of the species. perhaps a Spanish olive tree overlooking a great, and old city.

…I genuinely love old cities. …and, colorful window shutters. …blue window shutters.

meanwhile, I rap about “finishing well” and living an “authentic life” a great deal on this blog. I can prove it by you simply exploring prior posts, if you dare. and, I also share similar thoughts through public speaking, my business coaching practice, and daily rants at Starbucks.

earlier this week I received an email from a Mom of of one of my Lacrosse players. her identity is more important to her awesome and noble husband, and their Lacrosse-stick-wielding progeny, and less so you. however, her words echo sentiments I capture from time-to-time, and fuel my august desire to make a difference in lives around my own.

she said (this is actually an excerpt):

I admire you so. Where do you get your heart and drive? We are so blessed!! Thank you for all you do on behalf of all of us!! Thank you!!!

while I’m not chest-thumping, here – I certainly do enough of that elsewhere, I find myself with a few extra moments this morning reminding myself for posterity, and I’ll take you with me, hoping that the final moments of my life find me satisfied. better yet, I have the words, “well done” reverberating in my ear, even as I fade to black. or, possibly coming into the light.

I don’t expect a large group to amass for my funeral. I’m not even certain such a glum event is appropriate for someone like myself. just plant me under a tree. hey… that just gave me an idea for yet another post.

perhaps good men that knew me well will tell my daughters stories about their Dad – and, how much I loved them (and, those men and other people in my life). and, talked about them, and their Mother, every chance I had. hopefully a few lads will tell their own charges that, “Coach Brian said hitting is the third thing you do in Lacrosse”, and my fearsome Shockers alumni will tell their own daughters that their “off-boot-toe dictates the direction of a well-kicked ball”, and, there really is a difference between being pleased and being satisfied”.

I have been surrounded by so many examples of why my life is rich. I can only prey, and I do, that I can offer in return my best self as an example in return.

In the years to come, feel free to kick any tree, and say hello.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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how does God pull us to Him?

February29
more-and-more I blog less-and-less, but allow my inspiration to surprise me.

thusly, today, I found myself reading a comment from a friend regarding a prior post, does God have a fake ID? read it if you must; both the post and the comments. do it!

either way, I’ll simply share my response thinking it might make for it’s own goodly addition to my posterical (if that’s not a real word, it soon will be) thinking.

to wit…

“Thank you, Barbara. I found myself reminiscing about little Talia only last week. I’ll trust you to give Adam and the girls, collectively, a big hug for me.

Meanwhile, I’ve always had faith in myself and God. I was, from time-to-time, uncertain about specific events like the resurrection.

But, I’ve come to worry about the details less, and the objectives and God’s influence through them more.

I’ll reinvestigate Wagner to refresh myself on the controversial perspective. But, your words remind me that I’m reasonably certain that the roots of faith realized themselves with primordial man’s fear of nature and natural events such as lightning and death.

How many of us, despite our link along evolution, can’t fathom fading to black followed by absolute nothingness? Right there, our minds create a solution that is first founded in hope and then given life through discernment, form, and practice.

God gave us life, he rewards all of our efforts with death, but we hope the next step is another life.

That said, I still want a life well-lived for myself and others. And, any doubts I have mean I’m no hypocrite because my efforts could very well go unrewarded other than in the localized results. Is that the ultimate “testament” of moral courage – perhaps transactional transparency?

I can, at best, hope, I’ll find out. I am genuinely curious. Curiosity is also another hierarchal gift from God and his evolutionary process. That leads us to questions. And, ultimately all questions lead to one form of faith or another.”

[…]

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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two sides rhymes with suicide

June9

Readers of this Blog appear to track, enjoy, and possibly value, my transparency. So, it’s no surprise, here, that my earthly father surrendered his soul to God back in 1986, on the eve of my birthday.

I’ve chosen some words carefully in that preamble because I’m evaluating the difference in terms of how we define suicide.

Background Perspective: I have a client that I’ve coached for years that happens to be a fairly well known Congressman and has always feared the path of “political suicide” often realized by all too many of his fellows.

Although I have to good-naturedly roll my eyes with that, it recently raised some thoughts in my head around how we spin things to make them work within the complicated confines of our society – to include faith and community.

Here we go…

Shortly after my Dad’s body was discovered (today that still feels strange to both write and read), slumped over a Zane Grey (apropos, says I) novel in his garage, his secretary tearfully advised me that he was bound for hell. I was a younger man in both body and mind, at the time, and this decree almost floored me. Dad was a genuine hero. And, he was… Well, my Dad. And, he loved my Mom. Together, they set the bar and standard for me in terms of how to be a parent to my own Daughters, and love people in your life. He was a pillar of strength (even when he had his fourth martini after a grueling Day maintaing peace as a Military Officer during a relentless Cold War era), always there for my younger brother and me. He was some times an enigma, mind you. But always smart, witty and resolute. Read my post: do not miss your Chance to blow it for perspective. Dot It! How could such a man face the abyss?

My first thought when told Dad was going to hell was that he had carefully considered his options and rolled the dice hoping to get back to Mom quicker. Selfishly, maybe, I often have this picture in my head of Mom and Dad in their early 40’s – sun-tanned, holding hands and smiling. This is also a reminder that Mom had died the year before (here is some additional background), and Dad was simply never the same after that. So… You can; and, I think you should, read my prior Blog post that explores some of that here: My Dad: Story 22 – Married for Life.

So… With all that said, what is the difference in someone taking their own life, or giving their life back to God? There is a paradox at work, here, because a potential juxtaposition includes (or, is) considerations around soldiers taking life (possibly in the name of God), and giving (as in dedicating) your life to God. My Dad was a soldier that absolutely did take lives under a national flag that was founded with God in mind (just ask Thomas Jefferson who is likely spinning in his grave enough these days to send the planet off it’s axis). He was a model citizen by any definition. And, in the his final hour I feel he gave his life back to God, and Mom was his reward for a life well-lived.

NOTE: I’m choosing to take the Bible out of the evaluative formula and going with discernment – perhaps the greatest tool God has issued to us to help me work through this process. The Bible, I feel, in this case, and of course many others, stymies broad thinking and open-mindedness (have you ever tried to debate a Christian and seen them not get heated, and more often than not, nasty?). Once you make not referencing the Bible part of the process, creative thinking that draws upon all of mankind’s marvelous experience and theory can now come into play for informed decision-making.

I’m tempted to drop a poll into this Blog post to capture your collective opinion. However, I’m only marginally interested in that. So, I’ll invite you to comment. I can’t promise to approve it. But, I might. And, I will respond in one form or another, to be certain.

So, engage me. Help me. Walk with me. Help me realize the Authentic Life.

If suicide is a path to another place that just might be a reward, as opposed to a punishment, why wouldn’t you take it? Is this an example of Kobayashi Maru?

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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