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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

today should be different


I awoke today in rather good form.

with Haley Anne off to Sandestin for a week with one of her “other families”, Joanne and Emma Jo had indulged themselves with a in-family sleepover. this had me in the guest room with Rowdy happy at my feet.

I had a double cardio work-out. sleep, as always, had come easy and quickly for me, with dreams aplenty and vibrant. refreshed I began to focus on the day ahead my usual optimism had me thinking like Captain America.

today, you were supposed to be reading a different post, and certainly a different kind of posting. it’s called water Rescue! you will see that. but, after my morning, and what it portends, I’ve decided to stave that effort off for tomorrow.

there is perspective afoot, here.

with other events crowding my mind and teeming imagination (possibilities and opportunities abound) I entered “my SBUX” (Starbucks) off Bethany Road in Milton. there, things took a rather abrupt and uncomfortable turn with familiar, but unexpected cues.

“Homeless Guy” was in the corner nursing a coffee. he looks normal, just wary. but, he is a reminder that something is not quite right in our overly comfortable “horse country” community that seems so unfazed by economic turmoil.

I don’t know his story; why he is homeless?

we made eye contact, and I was faced with the fact that I did not like what I (thought or felt) I saw behind his gaze. I thought of a Dawn of the Dead movie. zombie movies and soft drinks are typically referred to as “dawn of the dead movies” and “cokes”, right?

I don’t know her name, and now that bothers me as well. but, “Ditzy” was manning the register. the routine is always the same. she asks the same question (one or two, today?”), yet seemingly ever taken by surprise by the answer (“always two”) 1/. she can be counted on to call me “Daniel”, and I (and, the Barista) long ago stopped trying to correct her.

but, why should she know my name when I don’t know hers?

that simple realization began to gnaw at me as well as she fumbled with the clear vente cups only to be waved-off by a teammate that had already begun to build my beverages when I breached the doorway.

no sooner had I settled into my Tundra for the quick ride to the offices when the announcer on WSB 95.5 (what is his name?) grimly advised me that another unnamed woman from Johns Creek had died of kidney cancer. and, as she slid into darkness her neighbors, and strangers (evidently everyone was a stranger) rifled through her belongings because they had been cast to the curbside by a relentless landlord bent on her eviction.

did she pass from light to dark, alone?

so… I’m sure God will, eventually, make it a bit more clear to me why I’m so sensitive to my community today. maybe I need to be more grateful for the incredible blessings that abound in my life. I’ve done some cool things in my day. most of it felt self-indulgent like what occurred in Sarajevo, being a fireman, coaching athletes – all that stuff.

but… is it possible I’m not doing enough for others?

how can I help you? what would “the Captain” do? how do we make today different, and build on that for tomorrow? is this another of my Kobayashi Maru? I’ll be channeling Captain Kirk this day, I reckon. heroes are needed. real, imagined, determined.

go listen to: Here’s to the Heroes by The Ten Tenors. just remember, we need heroes because there are victims amongst us. we just need to want to make a difference, in everyone’s lives.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

1/ I’m reasonably certain that every practiced SBUX barista between Gainesville and Peachtree City knows that my beverage of choice, practicality, and possibly, necessity, is an iced vente chai (whole milk with nine pumps of chai).


I hope you will write about Me some days


Aaron Masih and I have a good many things in common.

that makes me fortunate, I think.

but, to add just a bit of clarity to that, we are both all about our daughters. and, we work, mostly as an effort to be great examples to those gifts from God, and also to do our own vital part in making sure this country and world is fit for those next-generation leaders.

recently Aaron and I have also shared some challenges, just in different zip codes.

I was in that automobile accident, referred to here in Milton, Georgia as, “the accident”. my broken ribs still make it tough to simply breathe. however, that does not reduce how lucky I feel. and, Aaron woke up in the middle of the night losing blood at an alarming rate, with a hole in his stomach.

we all lose friends. but, many of you know I was hit particularly hard by the loss of Bill Pope (in fact a lot of you were, and you may never understand how or why). Aaron lost a youth guidance counselor mentor that dated back almost twenty five years ago named Stan Annandale. Aaron talks about Mr. Annandale in a post he wrote, Remembering One of The Best People I Ever Knew.

this past weekend, and over the course of an email exchange I told Aaron:

“there is now a void that can only be filled by your being the sort of man someone else will write about.”

after I sent that email I found myself thinking that really is the man I want to be. in my daughters future, that of their own children – and, everyone I meet, for that matter; possibly those I don’t, but can still impact.

I tell many people stories about goodly men like my own Grandad, and Bill Pope. I’m working, and daily, to be the sort of man other people use as good examples of great deeds (to be sure, I can easily be used as an example of what NOT to do, from time-to-time). so, let’s be clear… I don’t necessarily need to be a hero. however, I try every day to make a meaningful difference. I literally live my life in that fashion. sometimes that may seem as though I am trying to be bigger than life, and I really push, hard. but, that’s the point. I’m not shy about that, and I won’t shy away from that stance. I have but only this life. and, I don’t know when that privilege, of being, will stop.

I want to keep meeting great people. and, I also want to keep helping other people be as great as they can be.

in my community there is always a great deal of talking about Mission work; “going on a Mission”. we live in the South, so when it come to the Bible belt, we may well be the buckle.

in any event, this typically means going away to some foreign country, using someone else’s money, on a form of holiday. but, God puts people in our paths each and every day that we can have enormous impact with in business or even our own backyard. last night, at a U16 soccer match, one of the opposing coaches came up to me straight away and said:

“I remember you from the Lake Lanier tournament back in 2007. I was so impressed with your positive attitude and the way you handled those kids”.

I feel that He (God, not that coach) has me in a career-path, and a life-path, of sorts that makes it my personal mission to make people around me better each and every day. that is part of having the perfect job, if not FOCUS. so, one of my prayers is simple, just like my mission:

“please help me meet the right people every day.”

thanks for being my Brother Aaron. and, I really do miss you Bill.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork


word and world – its the difference in the spelling, or doing


I just had a young black fellow stroll into my offices.

This is a bit unusual. For one thing, this is Alpharetta. And, for the sake of perspective, a CFO for a local fortune 500 hundred company that I’m working with over some search and recruiting criteria likely passed him in the lobby outside the door.

I’m working fast and furious to help a coaching client tie together a few last details over his life-changing acquisition.

My visitor, with his baggy jeans, tilted cap and bling carefully advised me that he’d tried to stop by a few times: “just to see what’s going on”.

For only a moment, I thought about being irritated. Then a thought struck me: “A word of love can make a world of difference”.

So, I told him a little bit about myself and our business. He kept looking at my business card and asked me: “What is it like to be so important”?

My client was standing next to me, slapped my shoulder, and offered: “Cork will tell you it’s not about him, it’s about what he does”.

He certainly had me there.

So… I told the young fellow to go think about what he wants to do, and whom might need him. I want him to think about ways he could make those two things intersect in a  meaningful way. If he showed back up at my offices having put some effort into a form of plan – at least some thoughts, I grimly advised him that I would consider walking with him awhile.

His smile practically lit up the room. He reared himself up, and grabbed my hand, thanking me profusely. As he left, he was full of strut and purpose.

I sure hope I see that fellow again. And, I hope God gives me the ability to make a difference in his life.

More later, I’ll both hope, and to be sure.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork


What’s All This About?

"What am I looking at?", you might wonder.

Lots of stuff.

Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman - and, authentic.

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