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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

I Miss My Dad


we all lose our Dads.

they are rarely forgotten.

I’m sharing a link with you regarding John Schneider (Bo on The Dukes of Hazzard from the 70’s):

Mr. Schneider lost his own Dad recently.

john schneiderman getting real

my Dad and I used to watch Dukes of Hazzard together. the best reason I enjoyed those all-to-brief hours together was because I loved to hear my Dad laugh. it was genuine, and deep from the belly. it made me feel really good and safe.

I really miss my Dad. I never missed a chance to hug and kiss him, even in public all through my life, even when I was in my twenties (while that may not be a big deal for some, it is for some others), until he left us.

call your Dad. tell him you love and appreciate him. if you don’t feel that way I’m so very sorry. but, maybe it’s not too late to change that.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork


that being said


Someone (not me, it came from Christ Notes, but I’ll roll with it) apparently said:

“The more you doubt, the more you’ll have to live without”.

This reminds me of another maxim I’ll take ownership of and also leverage often:

“you can’t lose something you never had”.

In each case, the more you think about the words, the more applicable to, well, everything they can, and should be.

In any event… Odds are someone is going to win if there are options. I’ll raise my hand. No doubt of that (and, there is always something at stake to win or lose).

And, as faithful readers of the blog are fully aware, I’ll lather, and liberally that, the Laws of Natural Selection over just about anything, if given the opportunity. Or, I’ll make it work.

Bold words, that.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork


broken hearts


You can expect all manner of sophics (that is more likely sophomoric) from me for the foreseeable future. And, I likely misspelled Sophics some how as well.

I don’t think I am feeling sorry for myself, as much as I am realizing myself.

In any event…

There is that saying to the effect:

“That which does not kill you, will make you stronger”.

However, when it comes to broken-hearts, I am not certain that holds true. This situation only serves to wear one down, and potentially cause long-term spinal and neck injuries due to continuous, and self-inflicted, forehead-slappings.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork


those daze we don't expect


Some times we must actually face a day we could not imagine might actually come.

I think I have to let go of a “thing” in order to hold on to a hope. Or, possibly another way of thinking/ saying this is: I must lose something to represent hope for the best possible future (for all involved).

I suspect that sacrifices can represent the elimination of both good and bad from our lives in the sincere hope the result is the best possible outcome. Rather like building up momentum in a burst-speed work-out. For me, the expectation must be that this represents a stronger foundation for a future where I am both fully optimized, and have some how facilitated the best interests of others.

But, damn… I feel so alone. I have lost a vital connection.

Are we stronger in the desert? When I emerge, will I be the same? I hope not.

Internally, what I think I am processing (and, no one can seem to help me) is that I am casting out, and also losing both a bad thing, and a good thing. I can only pray that the result is a better thing.

Either way, the end result has to be me representing and reflecting, and not that which I want; but rather, that which I need.

For the moment, I do have a goal. And, that is to earn a prize. I have to trust that objective represents the beacon I require to shed the appropriate light on my path that enables me to make everything else works.

…sigh.  Obviously, I am struggling with my words today. I keep reading this post, and remain unhappy with the choice of the oft repeated word “thing”. Perhaps this is, if only one of many, reasons why I feel at such a loss for words with this current challenge.

You can expect more later. And, as many of you know, I will likely pop back in and revise this post a couple times throughout the day.

Meanwhile, please share a story with me, if you dare (it will be our global secret).

Its been awhile since I shared my music with you. Here is some American Rejects with The Wind Blows (I understand an actual video is in the works, with an end of April release date. I am sure that will be preferable to this static cover shot).

Peace to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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