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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

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

honoring the Squirrel

April24

so…

my excuse(s) for not blogging much these days seat themselves squarely on Lacrosse.

yes… I still coach my Shockers (although Haley Anne is actually a Breaker). But, both Haley Anne and Emma Jo find themselves on undefeated Soccer teams this season (despite the coach), and these days are rich indeed.

Joanne often resents the time I spend blogging. but, I completely understand. blogging is genuinely a great exercise in self-absorption. but, I really do try and use myself as an example, most of the time, regardless if the result paints me in a good or poor light. I want it to be a worthy and noble effort through a life well-lived; an authentic life.

how many of you know that Haley Anne is named after my Mom, Barbara Anne, and Joanne? And, that Emma Jo is also meant to honor my wife? I look at my daughters and I see the women that both were, and remain, forces of nature and incredible influencers through my existence.

in any event, I still play Lacrosse. and, I hope to play a lot of it this summer for a couple of teams. however, I’m a bit frustrated by my achilles again. so, we’ll see. but, through all of that I have “my guys”. Coaching boys in Lacrosse is am amazing experience. …more on that later, though. this is about almost everything else; a bigger picture, if you will. I must.

coaching (sports and in business, for that matter), of any sort, is another form of self-absorption. back when I was a volunteer fire fighter in Lousiville, Colorado, I found myself being interviewed by the local paper over some harrowing event. and, the reporter asked me,

“why do you put yourself in harms way when you don’t even get paid?”.

I looked at her, and probably a bit askance, and I offered, “are you kidding? I get to wear cool gear, ride backwards on fire trucks – and, I’m a FIRE MAN!”. I actually feel selfish and self-absorbed that I get to do this”. I told her how, that morning after the fire, as we rolled-out, there was a small group of young boys watching us from a street corner. there was awe in their faces. awe, and admiration. I gave them a wink and a thumbs-up, and I really did feel like a hero.

Lacrosse makes me feel that way. so, another possible post is around the concept of Braveheart.

but, it was the events of that life-changing day (a cool Colorado evening with the great promise of a rich and full life, and the leering wake-up call of an ugly death) that led me to my current career, in fact. but, that’s another story. certainly for another time (but, I need to make a note of it. hopefully one of you will remind me).

mind you, I get similar questions from the parents of kids I coach. such as, “why do you give these kids so much time?”, and, “how do you do this?”

I’m going to discuss that in the next couple of weeks. because there is a lot of good-and-bad, trials-and-tribulations mixed with that – balanced by an incredible sense of accomplishment and self-worth.

I love Lacrosse. I love my family. I love life. I love giving of myself. and, everything I’ve done with my life has brought me to a point where I feel I can make a great difference in the lives of the people God surrounds me with. okay… that strikes me as another blog post idea.

are you beginning to wonder what the hell this has to do with a squirrel?

well… this might come as a shock to some, but not necessarily others. Joanne will tell you, in no uncertain terms, that I am not often as sympathetic or compassionate as she feels I ought to be. I believe that trait in myself is valid and that comes from being raised by a military officer (my Dad) and also a Mom (the ideal officers wife and Mother) that were both convinced that doing anything is worth giving it everything you can. that’s something I teach all of my players, and it’s a driving philosophy in terms of how I manage myself by the hour with a higher sense of purpose and accompanying standards. but, sometimes… okay, often… really ALWAYS… I come across as exacting, uncompromising, certainly demanding, and clearly seemingly unsympathetic.

that was until I faced the squirrel.

I’m that guy that finds himself driving down a road and unconcerned if a squirrel frantically tries to evade tires. that’s an ugly image. but, it’s an obvious and practical reality. Joanne, on the other hand, will throw her car into another lane to save a squirrel, duck, dog, or deer.

but, about two weeks ago, as I was driving home from Lacrosse practice, as providence would have it, a hapless squirrel skittered across my path. I steeled myself and surprisingly managed to evade him, and found myself pleased by the result as I took a peak in my rear view mirror. “off to home and hearth, little fellow”, thought I.

not but a few days later was I facing the same challenge. and, the thought did, indeed, cross my mind that this could well be that same damn squirrel. I really did try to avoid the critter, but I felt the awful and final “thump” under my truck tire. instantly I was, myself, genuinely distraught. as I looked in the rear view mirror, to my horror I saw the squirrel flailing in the street. with my heart in my throat and a cold sweat on the back of my neck I slowed down. numbly I backed-up knowing I had to put the stricken creature out of it’s misery. and, the horror I experienced was comparable to Sarajevo.

when I got home Joanne and Haley Anne were in the midst of a fifteen-year-old-girl-issue. and, evidently Joanne was having a rowe with her own Mom and one of her sisters. as I listened to to the details of all that I found myself uncharacteristically engaged with a softening heart. there is a lot more going-on in my head and heart relative to all manner of venture, adventures and efforts. but, four days ago I told Joanne that a lens I wanted to start looking through life with in terms of how I related to people, ironically, would going to be about “honoring the squirrel”.

so, God has a whacky sense of humor, to be sure. he gave me and all my Southern California, Lacrosse-playing buddies daughters, for one thing. and, he throws us a curve-ball (some times they may look like a squirrel), to change-up our view(s) of the world. but, I don’t want to look back on my life and miss an opportunity to make sure that everyone I meet and know; that’s in my life, feels loved, valued – and there is compassion, possibly the option for compromise.

that’s it. you, collectively know, even the simplest of maxims’s must needs have its vociferous story attached (or affixed?) to it.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

 

my man Morrissey

January14

So…

my Blog posting has certainly realized itself a rare effort, lame and uninspired of late.

my only excuse has been the holidays and coaching an indoor and a Select Field Lacrosse team.

but, I did find the time to revisit a book that reminded me how much I have always favored alternative music, especially that from the ’80’s and early 90’s. in particular, I’ll have to mention and lift-up The Smiths. and, one of the best chronicles of their significant contribution was, and remains, Johnny Rogan’s Morrissey & Marr: The Severed Alliance.

that was a powerful, charismatic, dynamic and  creative team. likely on-par with Lennon and Mccarthy (Beatles). and, their crushing falling-out was equally telling within the history of musical collaboration.

to wit…

Rogan has offered us an account of the rise and inevitably agonizing fall of English indie phenom The Smiths that is a must-read for any music fan that understands how this band forever changed the music industry by pioneering the alternative recording scene. the book dives deep offering us insight within the steady development of the bands brilliant four albums. you’ll also have an accurate insight into the lives and thinking that drove an unprecedented string of hit singles.

NOTE: what is a bit unusual is this is a partial rewrite of the original book. the first effort famously drove Morrissey, himself, to publicly state that he wished Rogan would “…perish in a car crash”.

charming. but, so Morrissey.

a must read. do it!

meanwhile, enjoy How Soon Is Now by, by (the very same) The Smiths. the tune was recoded in 1984, the year I graduated from University, and released in 1985, the year I stormed Southern California. originally released as a B-side single to William, It Was Really Nothing, it soon after found a home on the Smiths album, Hatful of Hollow. more recently it’s showed-up on the refreshed the eponymously named album, The Sound of the Smiths. I tell you all of this because I suspect you should be wondering.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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