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I’m lucky God took my truck

April7

this won’t be an epic post. my head hurts, a lot. it (this post) will be about, …well, a force of will, and the sharing of my thoughts, and eventually, my soul.

truckloads of people perish in accidents, daily. I’ve always been lucky. the only thing that died around me last Tuesday was Satan’s hopes with his latest effort to get into my head.

lucky. fortunate. fortuna.

the miscellaneous keys on my chain, their purpose forgotten, some how, long before the writing of this post, were bent.

everything, except me, in the truck cockpit, blew up. my stereo ended-up in the back seat. my (drivers) seat was bent at a 45º angle. I felt the very air pulled from the cockpit, and my lungs by the force of the concussion. when I came too it took me a few minutes to sort out that my left boot was up on the dash (my foot was in it, attached to my leg, which fortunately, was still attached to me).

in the seconds it took between me catching site of the Jeep out of the corner of my eye as it hurtled towards me it did, perhaps oddly, also occur to me it was three hundred and sixty six days since we had lost Bill Pope. I willed myself to let go of the steering wheel, which was torn up-and-out of it’s mounting. time slowed down long enough for me to start thinking that I was surprised it wasn’t the “white van”. but, more on that later.

as the jeep then piled into me, and my world began to spin out of my control and easily into His (God’s, not Bill’s), I did start thinking: it’s okay, I am a Soul Surfer.

just so you know, soul surfing has been described as:

“the highest level, the pinnacle of surfing spirituality equivalent to NirvanaSatori, and total enlightenment, but is rarely attained. the Soul Surfer expresses himself through his unity with the breaking wave. he borrows the wave’s spirit for a short while and uses his body and equipment to translate the essence of the wave’s spirit into Art”.

I understand that might be corny. …so?

I’m going to need healing. I have broken ribs, my left shoulder is jacked. I have an odd-shaped nob on the top left side of my head (as if my noggin wasn’t already badly malformed as it was), and perhaps most odd, my left calf continues to cramp.

I’ll also need a new truck. Nike sent over some new cool shoes to help me “get on and put on my fitness”. Apple sent over another iPad2 to help me read and research (and, evangelize them, naturally). I’m skeptical Ford will deliver a new truck absent my wallet, but little surprises me, these days. my wicked-cool, bad-ass black truck is totaled.

I really did love that truck. it had something akin to it’s own mojo – or spirit (and, some terrific memories hauled with it). and, it (helped) saved my arse, eh.

I’ve lost count of how many people have grimly advised me it was a good thing I wasn’t in my Porsche. I don’t really even like that Porsche. but, oddly I had thought about backing it out of the garage that morning.

luck. providence. fortuna.

so…

two things I plan after State Cup (soccer) is to go and visit my dear, dear friends, the waves. and, not only will it be epic, but far from, here. I know that I need to surf, because it will help heal me. I also intend to deep sea fish. so, Chuck Papgeorgiou I’ll be calling in a few months and allow you to host that bucket list element. I’ve had more than my share of near-death experiences. but, this one was so close to home – literally, twenty meters from the driveway up to our estate. and, I want to breathe. maybe because that simple act is so difficult with the broken ribs.

I’m certain it was that proverbial sign. I’m also certain John Stein, who readers of this blog happen to know is an annoited healer, lifted me up and is healing me in record time. and, to prove it, I’m going to start running as soon as my head stops spinning so damn much. it’s going to hurt like hell. but, …well, just stay-tuned for that story as well. and, I know my unusual level of fitness also played a significant role in my ability to heal quickly. rather like Wolverine.

this post is not about surfing. although many of you will be drawn to this post while doing another form of that. this post isn’t about surviving, ether. because I’m not a survivor, I am a thriver. I’m also Racer-X.

God took my truck, but He left me to do, naught a few, things.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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lifting up a material girl

July28

Last week I found myself driving Haley Anne to summer soccer practice recently and faced with something of a challenge.

We were in my Ford F-150 (also known as the: “big black bad-ass soccer and dog truck”). And, it’s currently my vehicle of choice. Rowdy can sit comfortably in the back, or ride shot-gun. And, there are always soccer balls bouncing around in the back. It’s insight into my life and priorities. It’s cool and formidable, but also practical (it could pull the boat, in a pinch).

We witnessed a yellow Ferrari navigate a corner in good form and amidst a spray of gravel.

Haley Anne turned to me and asked why I didn’t drive a Ferrari (I do drive a Porsche, but she is apparently aware of the difference). “You can afford it can’t you?”, was the secondary question.

I almost told her that I am seriously considering a Volvo Cross Country Station Wagon (and, it’s true, I am).

The question that ended-up dropping out of my face was: “whom do you think has more money, the fellow with a Honda, or the fellow with a Ferrari?”

See… I thought this was a rather sage question. It was certain to set the stage for a ground-breaking dialogue between my beloved daughter and myself that would further establish our bond while I appeared wise, and she my able student.

I’ll pause here and admit that a quick image of Bill Pope popped into my head. I found my heart in my throat (I sure do miss my red-headed-Errol-Flynn-type-friend). I was also quickly thinking this was a good time to get her ready for the news that we are seriously considering a move from the big beautiful house in Milton (Alpharetta) to a more sensible home in the Crabapple area (I’m trying to send a message to my community – more about that later).

It’s still a great question, for obvious reasons. And, it raises so many fascinating ideas around wealth management, good stewardship, and self-image.

But, all that aside, I got a simple shrug with a: “who cares Daddy. Why can’t we have a Ferrari?”

I’m already thinking this is a great challenge (isn’t character always best when challenged?). What steps does this alert me to, and prepare me for, to curb her views around materialism? A defining Authentic Life moment and possibly a Kobayashi Maru.

…sigh. Lift me up, and stay tuned.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

strange opportunity, really

November16

One of the best ways we start our day off is with me walking Emma Jo to the bus stop.

Today, it was colder than most days. Rowdy has a new store-bought coat, and still could not be coaxed outside.

There was frost on the windshield of my (my big black bad-ass) truck. So, I crawled into the cockpit to start the engine; the intention to warm it up for the drive to work and the related high adventure.

That’s when I noticed that my automobile registration and proof of insurance were laid-out on the passenger seat  alongside two pair of sunglasses I normally keep in the console between the seats.

Odd and creepy, to be sure.

The only thing I could immediately determine that might be missing was a flashlight that I keep in the same console.

The sunglasses are both high-end and expensive. So, the interloper has bad taste, or simply different taste.

But, we know the intent, at large, in this matter is creepy (that word again), and evil.

If some hapless stranger needed a flashlight I would have offered it to him, with a spare set of batteries. And, probably a knapsack of provisions, including a thermos of hot chocolate. If they are looking for me or need something, I’d prefer they not slink through the night like a jackal. Toe-to-toe, any time, say I.

So, as I walked my little daughter to the bus stop this morning, her warm and endless chatter generating delight in my heart, I had to be reminded that there is an odd balance to life. It’s my job to represent truth and light. To protect my family and neighbors. But, never lose sight of my humanity. Another Kobayashi Maru?

I’ll have no choice but to view this as a God-given opportunity to represent and reflect, some how.

That’s me, raising my hand.

By the way… Do you, my readers, remember (or, just know) the pledge of Green Lantern as he recharges his ring? If not, you only have to ask in the comments, or via email, as so many of you do, and, I’ll share it with you.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

the Real Stimulus package

February20

So…

My current theory is that McKinsey has likely posited a report stipulating a formula whereby public companies of a certain size reduce their work forces by a certain percentage. We are seeing this (i.e. employee reductions of approximately 6000 per company) happen almost daily.

What will most certainly follow is stock analysts rewarding these companies (and themselves) with opportunistic positive forecasting. Those companies that cooperate participate in the stimulus campaign will, in turn, be rewarded with higher stock valuations and share prices – which is obviously good for shareholders (this is particularly great for executives), and our economy (generally speaking).

This is a “Chinese maybe”.

The bottom line: The American people can’t/ won’t tolerate a devolving stock market much longer. So, it will “go up” (as the amicable Barrista at Starbucks confidently stated yesterday [to be clear, she said the “go up” part – none of the other bits and pieces]).

Seriously.

As large companies sacrifice shed lower-level employees (and dead-weight) mid-level management, the stock market will react (that buffoon the buzz killing Kramer on MSNBC notwithstanding) and trend upwards (despite 33 year old A.D.D-addled day traders). NOTE: a Client of mine that is the CEO of one of these aforementioned (think billion +) dollar companies recently mused that part of this thinking includes “squeezing” the remaining employees so productivity (also) goes up even as COST of doing business (lighter payroll) is reduced.

Summary: As the stock market begins to go move up, and stock analysts “cooperate”, investor, and American confidence in general, will mount; the DOW will point North (go up); and, the economy will follow.

Then companies will begin hiring again.

This will play itself out A LOT faster than any thing President Barack Obama has planned.

So… GM will start selling SUV’s to people that live in Alpharetta again. NOTE:  One (amongst many) reasons I purchased a Ford F-150) [by the way…  Is it just me. or does the music associated with the Ford video sound like something from an updated Dawn of the Dead movie?] was due to their bold stand in refusing to take money from the government relative to the “other” stimulus package that will (as intimated above) take a decade to waste everyone’s time and become not much more than wikipedia-fodder (but, mostly for my dog and soccer [incidentally, I have settled on “Rowdy”]).

By the way… Thanks for making this Blog part of your life.  About 25,000 hits a day now.

Let’s Stir it Up with Bob Marley. Appropos for my Blog.  And, its Friday.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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