Life is Like a Sudoku Game

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Daily Challenge board for 247sudoku.com

If you have never played the game Sudoku, it is a puzzle that is comprised of nine rows and nine columns. The grid is split into nine even squares that are 3×3. The puzzle will start with squares filled with numbers from one to nine. To complete the puzzle, you must fill each square with a number and the grid so that each row, column, and 3×3 square has one through nine with no repeats on a given row, column, or small square. Typically, like more puzzles, one can select from easy, medium, or hard. It is this puzzle to which I am comparing life.

I often compare life and its choices to very simple things (I see what I wrote, and knowing some of my friends can hear their comments). Life can be so complicated at times, but I like to find ways to simplify it. Perhaps it comes from years of being a trainer for different jobs or being a teacher, but if I can find an easy thing for people to relate a task to – the understanding becomes greater. In the end, I have turned doing this for others internally – I do it for myself quite often. Tonight – I realized that Life is like a Sudoku game; you never know how difficult it will be until you open it and try it.

Most mornings, I am up before the sun, get the coffee perking, and sit at my desk ready for some unknown amount of work. Work consists of a long list of tasks, emails, meetings, and items not on the task list. That is just in the first five minutes. I know that my work life is no different than so many others. Reading posts on social media tells you that every job out there is more stressful than the rest, and people are tired. I agree with each of those posts and get it. Corporate America does have the attitude that you can do the same amount of work or more with fewer people.

The thing is – I thrive on the stress. The more stress there is, the more focused I can become, and I can plow through several items on my to-do list. But it is not about the stressful days for which I write. For me, the most challenging days are the “normal” days. The days when you show up to do your job with a list five miles long of tasks but little outside commotion happening. These are the days I tend to dread. I can look at the list I prepared the night before. I can rearrange the tasks and think through priorities. I can schedule items on the calendar and calculate how long each item should take. And then…I stare at my list, not knowing where to start, which one to check off first, or how to find the on button for my energy. I get stuck on these days and often stare at my monitor, hoping for inspiration.

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The hard level board from April 21, 2024 for 247sudoku.com

Over the last couple of years, I have found that I need to try to get my brain awake and functioning before even thinking of opening Outlook. So while taking the first sips of java, I work through Wordle, Connections, the daily crossword, and a game of Sudoku. For Sudoku, I do the daily challenge, so I do not know the level of the board until it appears. While playing this morning, it dawned on me as the dawn started to appear, just how similar solving this puzzle is to figuring out my day and working through the hours of tasks.

This morning, it occurred to me that solving the Sudoku game is similar to getting through the daily grind of work. The challenge is easy sometimes, and many squares are filled in at the start. Other days, the board appears, and you wonder who thought this one could be solved. Both types can be solved in the same manner. I always start by highlighting the nines. I look at the empty boxes for those obvious choices where only a nine can go. Sometimes, I can find options, but many times, there are too many choices for me to take down to a single choice. I also look for where the nines cannot go, and that also helps to whittle down options. Once done with the nines, onto the eights, and so on. While I am focused on a specific number, what I am doing without thought is removing options for the other numbers. If there is a row where a seven could go in three spots, but as I move through the threes and one, I take away options; the next time I am on the seven, the choice is obvious. By completing numbers further down the line, the task is easier the next time I am at the number.

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The easy board from April 21, 2024 for 247sudoku.com

I look at the list of tasks as completing the Sudoku board. Some days, I can fly through the work without giving much thought. Most days, the list is comparable to a medium or hard level. I have learned that much like I start with the nines and move down, I have specific tasks, which are my starters, such as trying to clear out the inbox before even thinking of other tasks. There are days when I can enter all the nines and then there are days when I can only find one spot to fill or none. Most days, I can clear out the emails that came in overnight with quick responses or (I love these) a simple click of the delete button. On other days, the emails are filled with issues that require pulling others together or researching. Those boxes go unfilled to start.

Once the nines, or emails, are done – onto the eights. I know many tasks will be partially completed or even set aside until I have more information and fewer open spaces to fill. They will, in turn, become more manageable as I complete my other tasks.

Several people would question why work must be done like this. Why not just pick up a task and work it through – “research shows that by stopping a task and coming back to it, you need more time to regain focus on the task.” If you are a person who can do one task all the way through without stopping – I applaud you, and I am jealous of you. I am a person whose brain is constantly jumping from task to task, worrying about what needs to get done, needing to keep up with chats, and having a lot of meetings that interrupt those tasks. And let me tell you, when people know you work from home and do not have to move about for meetings, they see no problem in butting meetings one after the other with no mental break time.

For me, and I think people like me, I have found that my Sudoku approach to work is helping me become more productive. I work on a task until I can no longer find squares to put a number. I then set it aside and move on to the following “number.” Sometimes, the next task or tasks three or four spots down the line provide me with the information or insight needed when I return to the first task.

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The medium board from April 21, 2024 for 247sudoku.com

At the end of the Daily Challenge for the Sudoku game, the board presents your time and ranking of those who already played. Some days, I can get done in less than two minutes—other days….. not so good. Some days, I even have to guess at answers and get a 15-second penalty. Some days at work, I make an educated guess that is incorrect, causing me extra time to complete the work, but eventually, I get all the boxes filled in.

So there you have it—for me, Life is like a Sudoku game. You never know what you’re going to get until you see the board. There will come a day when I only have to use the tactics to complete a game. Until that day arrives, I hope this method will allow me to get through my life and know that life is just a game.

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Meandering in the Garden

When working, I often play music, an audible book, or some other sound to keep my mind focused. If I work in silence, I risk letting my thoughts take over, and they do meander. This past weekend, I allowed my thoughts to meander while doing a chore that required little thought—weeding.

Anyone who knows my house knows the front yard is full of cacti. A few years ago, it became my wife’s project to remove the stress of a day of teaching. No matter how much we tried to have a lush, green yard, it never worked out that way. There was always patchy grass here and there, and there were lots of bugs. So, one day, Nancy went into the yard with a shovel and started removing the grass. Some days, it was a couple of inches, and some days, an entire foot disappeared. Slowly, the yard disappeared from left to right. When she cleared enough space, a cactus was placed in the yard.

Nancy tries to keep the yard clear of weeds and looking spotless. However, of late, life got in the way. Between her working, helping with Girl Scout activities, running the city cookie cupboard, helping our daughter with school, and more – the weeds started to take over the yard. At first, I thought it was beautiful – the weeds created a soft blanket of green between the plants. The blanket grew to the point that plants were starting to disappear. This past Sunday morning, I decided to get out and start taking back the yard. Remembering my Nana’s words, I got up with the sun, donned protective clothing, and headed out. I left the music inside, and my thoughts soon started speaking to me.

Near the fence, I came across a large clump of weeds, but I knew from experience that underneath was a tiny cactus no longer visible to the passerby. I started with this corner of the yard.

Cactus covered by weeds

The plant had reached a point in its life where it was having its life choked out of it. It could not do anything about the weeds creeping slowly into its life. It sat in place as the weeds started crawling up its arms—the sharp, needle-like points did nothing to defend it. It could not cry out for help as the weeds covered it, blocking out the sun – covering it to the point that any person walking by would not even know it existed.

I worked carefully to remove the weeds. Some of them were thin vines that, when stretched out, were longer than I am tall. There were times that my cleaning would break off a branch that was withered. I hope the removal will clear the way for new growth and life. No matter how I moved around the needles, watching the ones I could see only to feel others sliding effortlessly through my gloves and into my skin. My wrists, palms, and fingertips all became a pin cushion for this plant that I was working so hard to save. It did not mean to hurt me. It knew nothing of what it was doing to my skin. Yet, when I pulled my gloves off, spots of dried blood covered my hands. Even the next day, I could feel the spots at my fingertips as I typed emails and documents. 

Eventually, the plant was free of the weeds. It could bask in the sun’s warmth. Passersby could now again see it sitting there, protecting the entrance to the yard. 

As I worked on this section, I could not help but compare the cactus to people I know—perhaps even to myself. Sometimes, people try to live their lives without understanding the problems that are quietly invading. They may even look at the issues coming at them but do not see them as such – they see them as a lush blanket that will come and protect them from the harsh cold, rain, and severe winds. They may even latch onto these issues, thinking they are not problems but things that will improve their lives. Before they can understand reality, and sometimes never understand reality, the problems have them covered – no longer being able to see the light – becoming things that others do not even recognize.

New growth and bud of a cactus

I also thought of people who allow themselves to be covered so they can hide. They enable work to take over their lives—those who try to keep their lives so busy that they have no time for themselves. The blanket of responsibilities is their cover, blocking out the world. I know that, at times, this is me.

As I worked to save the plant, I again thought about the people who crossed my mind. The plant, being unable to think, did not stab me on purpose. I stabbed myself as I moved in to help the plant. I tried to be careful, but if you have ever played in a cactus, the needles were plentiful and left no fundamental gaps to reach. Often, when a loved one tries to help one of those described above, the loved one comes out with scars if for no other reason than they tried to help. Those needing the help do not intend to harm. The wounds may be physical. The scars may be mental. Regardless, the wounds hurt. Yet, the ones trying to clear the weeds of trouble continue. They do the work as long as possible – sometimes they can remove all the weeds; other times, they get as many weeds as possible – but the needles make it impossible to clear them all. 

Cactus with weeds removed

I also found that we were too late getting out there to clear the weeds and tend to the plants. Some of the cacti were lost for good. As I picked up these plants, I thought of those I knew who also lost their battles. So many struggle with their battles, fighting not to be taken over by the world’s problems. Unfortunately, the people struggling are not gathered in a single place where they can be seen and their issues visible to all passing by. As I finished weeding, I thought about how we never know who is losing their battle and needs help. I wondered if I have been tending to the garden of my loved ones, my friends, and those in the community. I pondered how we do better to help those who cannot help themselves.

The answers are not in this writing. I do not know if we have the answers. I do know that I can reach out more often to others, check in on them, and listen to them. Perhaps if we all do that, we can save some more and keep the weeds in check.

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Angels’ Kisses

I wrote the story below on the day my daughter was born. I sat in the hospital room looking at her and these words just came out. As she is hours away from being 13, I thought I would share it.

Angels’ Kisses

Little Audrey sat on the edge of the cloud looking down towards earth.  She scrunched her eyes trying hard to see the place that she had been told about.  All she could see were clouds; plenty of clouds.

What was it that Peter had told her?  “Look for the big blue area and go slightly to the right.” He told Audrey the name of the place. It had a funny name to it; something about the sun.  She closed her eyes trying to hear his words again.  She looked down again at the big ball floating in space.  It spun around and around.  However, try as she might she could not find anything that looked like the sun down there.

She let out a long, low sigh.  Why did she have to leave this place?  Audrey liked it up here.  It was warm, peaceful and full of love.  Who would ever think of leaving here?  But Peter had approached her a few months ago.  She can remember the talk as if it happened yesterday.

“Audrey”, Peter called out quietly.

“Yes?”  She wasn’t sure who this spirit was but she had seen him many times before talking to the others that lived up here with her.  She couldn’t explain it, but whenever he walked by she could not help but feel happy. 

“Audrey, my name is Peter and I need to talk to you.  I am the special assistant of babies for God.” Audrey pulled back at this.  God sent this spirit to come talk to her? Had she done something wrong? Audrey started thinking about what she could have done that God would send somebody to talk with her.  “I have special news for you; it is time for you to be born.”

“Born?!”  Audrey cried. She was not sure what this meant but everyone who found out that they would be born, disappeared.  No one up here knew exactly where they went and everyone made up their own stories.  “Are you sure Peter?  Maybe God made a mistake.”  She froze as soon as the words left her lips. 

“God does not make mistakes” Peter quietly reminded her. Audrey could not be certain but she thought that she saw Peter look over his shoulder.  “In a few months, you will leave us and head to earth.  There you will be born and live with a mommy and daddy.” Peter could see that Audrey did not look happy.  She looked down at her cloud and pushed around the little mounds of what looked like cotton candy.

“Did I do something bad?”  Peter jumped at these words.  He was used to the little ones not being sure about the upcoming event but never had one think that God was mad at them.

“No Audrey.  God could never be mad at you.  He is sending you down to be loved.  This is a happy time for you.”  Audrey’s frown told Peter that she did not believe him.  “You will go down to earth for a little while and then come back up to join us again.  You will learn many things and do great deeds.  God has a special plan just for you.”

Audrey looked up quickly.  Her mouth fell open at these words.  God has a special plan for her?  “What does he want me to do?”

“I can’t tell you that.  That is something that you will learn over time.”  Peter patted her on the head.  “Please don’t worry.  You are being sent to a mommy and daddy that are excited about your coming.  They already love you and will care for you. You will go down in a few months.” He patted her again and walked on through the clouds calling out the next name.  Audrey stood still for a moment.  Warmth traveled down through her body from Peter’s hand.  It brought peace and calm.  Soon, however, she tried to find out more about being born.

In the few months that followed, Audrey could only find out the name of the place that she would live.  Every time Peter came into her section, she would run up with 100 questions. He finally gave in and told her how to find a place called Sunland, California.  He pointed it out many times, but every time he walked away she soon forgot where this place was.

Audrey continued to sit at the edge and look.  Peter sat down beside her.

“Forgot how to find it?”  He asked with a smile.  Audrey frowned and slowly nodded her head without moving her eyes from earth. Peter raised his hand and pointed with his finger.  A light went from his finger and traveled down to the clouds.  Slowly a small hole broke open and the light continued down to earth.  Finally, the light stopped on a house in the mountains surrounded by a small city. Audrey’s frown quickly turned into a smile.

“I’m sorry, Peter.  I keep forgetting where it is.”

“Don’t worry Audrey; you won’t have to look anymore.” She jumped at this news.

“Do you mean I don’t have to worry about being born?” Her excitement could not be hidden. Oh the joy to be able to stay here.

“No, Audrey.  I mean that it is time.  I want you to meet some angels.”  Audrey turned and two of the most beautiful angels stood on either side of Peter. The angels smiled at Audrey. “These are my best angels and they will take you down to earth.  Go with them Audrey and they will lead you safely.”  Peter bent down and wrapped his arms around her.  The warmth of his touch filled her body again. 

“Remember that we will meet again.”

The angels each took a hand and stepped off the cloud. Audrey tried to resist a little but finally stepped off the cloud.  She always feared stepping off the cloud and falling.  Instead the three of them floated by the cloud and turned around for one last look and a wave from Peter.

Audrey and the angels quickly flew towards earth.  They did not go to the house that she had seen so many times but to a tall building close by.

“This is where you will be born.  You will live here for a little while and then go to the house.” The angel on the left parted the last of the clouds.  As they came close to the building, the angels stopped.  “We will leave you now.”  Each angel kissed Audrey on her right eyelid.  Two small marks remained from the kisses.  “You will be safe.  God bless.”

The angels let go and left Audrey floating above a room filled with people.  She watched the angels disappear through the ceiling.  She stayed for a moment.  Audrey wanted to follow the angels.   She took a step towards the ceiling but felt a tug around her waist.  Before she could question what was happening, her eyes were filled with a bright light and something caused her to take in a deep breath. “What’s happening?”  Audrey screamed.  But the people in the room only looked at her and smiled.  She tried again but now they started laughing and a couple had tears in their eyes.  “What’s wrong with you, answer me!”  Nobody listened to her.

She felt herself being carried to a table.  It was cold out here.  They placed her on a hard surface, but she could feel heat from above.  A person with a mask bent over her and she saw a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Look at the marks on her eye.  It looks like somebody kissed her before she was born.” Everyone in the room said “Aw”. So began Audrey’s life here on earth.

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You want to help?

It has been a while since I have had time to write for fun. This is one story of two which has been coming back into my mind. They really don’t have any lesson to teach except, perhaps, that sometimes it is fun to look back at events in your life and have a laugh.

This first story started during my last time in Monterey and completed while in England. I was stationed with a friend who, along with his wife, was a flight instructor. Many times, during our discussions, he would often try to convince me to take up flying as a hobby. Since I was single and with few responsibilities, I decided to take him up on his offer. I tested out of ground school and soon took the air.

I started looking forward to the weekends for my time in the air. Though I was a flyer in the Air Force, my job was not in the cockpit. There is something so cool about flying when the yoke is in your hands. We flew out of Watsonville, a small airport with little more than a runway and some taxi ways. The airport was uncontrolled which means that the pilots talk to each other and work together to avoid incidences. I loved flying there and going out over the ocean. While I managed to get my first solo done, the rest of my training would have to take place when I went back home to England.

In East Anglia, we had two bases that had runways and towers. The aeroclub flew out of the base that housed the fighters. I thought flying in a little airport was fun, but it held nothing to flying in and out of the base. Knowing that you had F-16s waiting behind you to take-off was both funny and nerve wracking. They had to wait for the small, slow plane to get to a certain point for them to take off. It was also interesting to be told to leave the pattern due to an F-16 declaring an IFE (in-flight emergency) only to find out later that apparently, they would call these when they really had to use the bathroom (I never got proof of that).

One day while puttering around the pattern, the control tower asked to go play at the other airfield a few miles away. Some exercise or something was going on, and they wanted to keep the pattern open for the fighters. So, we went full throttle over to the other base. We were working on full stops and take offs. We would land, stop on the runway, reset the flaps for take-off, and full speed ahead for another go.

This was the first time for me at this base. This base was where the larger aircraft lived and were worked on. I did the first landing, cleaned up the aircraft (resetting the flaps), and took off. I noticed that the wind played with the plane as I moved down the runway. My instructor told me that that was normal for this base.

We went around in the pattern and came in for a full-stop. I called the control tower requesting permission for take-off. The tower came back with the permission and when it came to information, and I will never forget this, I received, “The winds are…the winds are…the winds are variable.” I looked at my instructor who waved his hand forward. I went full throttle and started down the runway.

I could feel the plane being pushed one way and then another. I felt my hands tighten on the yoke. I reached the speed to pull back and lift the front of the plane. Up we started to go. The winds changed again, and the nose went down, I pulled up. The changed again and now my nose was too high (I feared a stall). I kept correcting and they kept changing.

As we kept ascending and adjusting, I get a call from the tower, “Ahhh N972 (not sure of the callsign anymore) do you require assistance?” By this time, we are already 400 feet and climbing. I looked at my instructor and yelled, “Assistance???? What the hell are they going to do, get a ladder and climb up here?”

My instructor calmly clicked the mic and replied, “No. We are fine.” We decided it was time to leave the pattern and take a nice quiet flight. Once out of the pattern, I asked my instructor why he didn’t help. He told me that it was my plane, and that I was doing fine.

Unfortunately, due to being color deficient, I was not allowed to fly at night. Living in England in the winter meant that flying was really cut down to a few hours of the day. I decided I had other things to do with my money and never finished my license.

While I will most likely never be in control of a plane again, I will never forget having someone offer to help me when I was in the air. On a side note, I found out a couple of months later, that my friend was the safety office in the tower that day. He told me he had his hand on the crash button during my take-off.

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A Nana Can Get You Through This

Nana with her dog

We are now in our 9th or 10th week of staying at home. Up until now, I felt pretty good about getting through this time. I am upfront and honest by saying that I am lucky to be still working full time from home. I started working from home back in October, so this wasn’t all that big of a change for me. It just meant my not having to go to the office for two days a week. Add to this that I am an introvert to the highest degree, and I am fine with staying at home.

I have read my share of social media during this time and seen posts of people having a hard time with the separation from their normal life. I had empathy for the posts and worried about my friends who loved being out there in the world – being social.

Today was different for me. It hit me like a brick wall! I had no focus. I opened files to work only to see words on the screen. I called in to meetings that, fortunately, I was more an observer than an active participant for my concentration was elsewhere. Perhaps the fact that it rained most of the morning and early afternoon did not help. There are times that I believe the character Doug (the dog) from the movie UP was based on me and my attention span – squirrel.

I am now at the end of the day, and I am now thinking about how I now have twice the amount of work to complete tomorrow. I worked late (for I did finally start getting my concentration back), but tomorrow will be an early start with a late finish. That’s okay. I know my responsibilities and take them on. However, tomorrow, I will have a partner by my side. The same partner who I called upon this evening to help me, and the same partner who has gotten me through up until today.

I grew up with a little, Polish Nana. Though she has been gone now for 31 years, she is still with me every day. Now if you were not fortunate to have a little, Polish Nana (or a grandmother of any decent), then I am sorry. Nana was born in 1915, the first child of her family to be born in the United States. She grew up with as part of an immigrant family during the twenties with her older sister still with the family back in Poland. She was part of the “Greatest Generation.” She lived through the depression and WWII. She and her husband worked hard to make a life for their two daughters. She worked a regular job and helped with the family bar. I can remember many a Saturday walking from Church School to the family place where she was busy in the kitchen making soups and other food.

Nana tried as hard as she could to give me the work ethic that she had. When I was 11, we moved into her house, my parents, three brothers, and me. We found out quickly that her house was meant to be neat and clean. She expected us to do our part in the house. She taught me to cook, take care of laundry, and other household chores. The thing I remember most is summer break – the time every kid looks forward to being able to sleep late – not with Nana. Summer mornings found her waking us up to get the work done. She always told us that we need to get up and get out and get the work done. We had a large vegetable garden that needed weeding and a lawn to keep mowed. We were expected to rise and get going. As a pre-teen and then teen, I thought that she was tough. She told us that getting the work done early meant not being out there when the sun was overhead and beating down. She told us that by not laying in bed, we could complete the work and then be done. This harping seemed the worse on those days when things didn’t seem to be going right. Days you just wanted to stay in bed. Days that you just didn’t care. Nana, however, said you still must get up and get going.

It was hard to complain when you knew the hard life her sister had growing up in Poland. Also, the difficulties our relatives were still going through in the late 70s and early 80s while still under the rule of the USSR. Whether I realized it or not, she was preparing me. She taught me what I needed to be an adult. She taught me what I needed to be a teacher. She taught me to be a parent.

The other part about Nana is that she wasn’t just this tough, little drill sergeant. She was a doer right until the end. She was out in the yard working, cleaning the house, helping neighbors, or cooking right along with us. For she taught us that to really get the job done, it took teamwork. She was a leader that did as well as lead. In the end, she also knew how to have fun with us when the jobs were done (picture a 60+ year old woman riding a bike through the lawn and using the boy-built ramp to launch herself).

So, what does all that have to do with today. As I mentioned today was a tough day and the brick wall appeared to be in front of me, to the sides, and behind me. I understood those posts that my friends had been posting. I understood the memes that said it is okay not to learn a new language or instrument, or deep clean the house. Today all that made sense. Funny thing is – it really pissed me off. I was allowing the happenings around me to infiltrate me and my abilities. Then I thought of Nana.

I could picture my Nana standing there saying, get up, get to work, get it done. Remember what I taught you and you will get through this. Start with one job, one task, and complete it. Then start the next one. Before you know it, the garden will be weeded, or the file will be completed. It doesn’t matter the task – it just matters that you take the first steps and then keep moving forward.

I said at the start that I am lucky due to still working full time. I am also lucky that I know that tomorrow is another day, and I can start again.

Now I sit and worry about the people who will still struggle. There are people battling with depression, anxiety, or other issues which will not make it so easy for them to take those first steps, or to continue stepping. That brick wall will remain in front of them no matter what. For them, just making it through the day is an accomplishment. That’s ok. If that is what it takes to keep moving forward than that is enough.

So, to everyone, I share my Nana. Imagine this little, 4-foot, Polish, whirlwind coming in and waking you up. Let her tell you to take the first steps. Let her be by your side. If it is not enough to have Nana by your side, then I offer the next best thing. If you have hit the wall, if you are struggling with how to get through the day, if you just need someone – reach out. Reach out to family, friends, or me.

We can help each other through this.

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Covid Divide

American flag in a toilet paper roll

Tonight, I wanted to write about the gap that as really been brought, once again, to the forefront of our country. In the last six to eight weeks, our country went from low unemployment and a “booming” economy to high unemployment numbers and a struggling economy. I put the word booming in quotation marks since there are now questions as to how strong it was – I am not an economist, so I cannot answer that question.

I wanted to put out there about how over the last month or so, we really get an idea as to the divide between those struggling and those who do not. I know that this divide is far from new. It has been a struggle in society since the start of civilization over 6000 years ago. The poor of society are mentioned time and time again in the Bible. Jesus even calls out, “You will always have the poor among you…” (John 12:8 NIV). So why does this stick out for me now, and we do I hesitate to write about this divide.

During this time, there are so many families who are struggling. Men and women from all walks of life woke up a few weeks ago ready to go to work only to find a country shutting down. Jobs started disappearing overnight. Companies started closing doors. Employees and employer went from having a paycheck to having nothing in a matter of a few weeks. Parents, even if they could go out and find a new job, found themselves unable to since children were now also having to stay home. There was no school, no childcare, and no babysitters. Everyone was supposed to limit contact outside of the household. Savings accounts, if there were any, started to dwindle so that bills could be paid, food could be purchased, and mortgages or rents were taken care of to keep a roof over the family.

School children even showed up within the divide. School districts sent out surveys to determine just how much work could continue through the use of technology. Instead, they found out just how many families had no means to work in this new manner. Packets had to be created and distributed, and students had to work at home through new work with little or no contact with teachers. Other children, while having their own struggles, found that they could meet with teachers and peers, learn new material, and attempt to continue their studies due to having the means at home.

Add to all this the fact that schools became a source of food for many families. Lunchrooms started churning out meals and putting them into brown sacks for families to do a drive-by pick up. While some families had to wait until toilet paper, cleaning products, and meat became available – but had ample had home, others had to use the school system or food banks just to get by.

This is 2020. While a situation like Covid-19 will cause hardships for many people, the hardships should be short lived. The problem is, for many who are struggle right now, the struggle was there before this pandemic and it will continue long after.

I started off saying how I wanted to write about this, but there is a fear to writing about such a topic because people will immediately make it a political argument. Instead of taking time to look at the problems, people will want to blame the other side for the divide. To make matters worse, I am breaking my own rule that I had for my students. If you bring a problem, try to bring some suggestions for the solution. Unfortunately, I do not have those answers or suggestions. I am not versed enough in how to resolve the issues of helping some while not punishing others. I cannot solve this problem. My hopes are that by enough people discussing the problems, the people who do have the knowledge will guide this country into resolving it.

I know that there will always be levels to wealth. There is no way that every person can be on a level playing field when it comes to this area. We will always the two ends of the spectrum and every level in-between. I guess what I am trying to figure out is if the end of the spectrum representing poverty needs to be so big and if those living there need to suffer so much.

I worried about this topic because I do not want to see arguments stating that it is the fault of those who struggle. They didn’t study hard enough. They do not spend their money wisely. They should have chosen better jobs. They should have gone to college. They should have…

Yes. I have met some people who made bad choices with their lives and money. However, I believe the percentage of those people are minimal when compared to all of those who struggle. The people who struggle find their struggles come from many factors outside of their control – their race, ethnicity, gender, where they were born (even inside the U.S.), looks, and other factors, or combination, can have an effect on how well a person does in this country. I have seen the hardest working people sweat day and night to try to get ahead and still only just manage to keep it together one month at a time. I have seen all the different positive sayings about what success is. Yet never, have I seen one that says, “Sometimes success is just being born in the right place, at the right time.” Sometimes, a person who has any or many of the above factors listed above can success and climb the ladder, but that is one while many are still at the bottom of the ladder.

I have also seen the arguments on the other side that says it is easy. We need to tax or take money from those who have made it to help those who haven’t. However, this argument doesn’t hold up. Our country is based upon a mostly capitalistic society. While we do have programs in place to help people, the foundation of our economy is that of capitalism. It is this foundation that has caused our country to grow and to create. It is this type of economy that has become the “American Dream” where anyone can succeed and gain in wealth and standing. I have heard very few people state that they want to earn lots of money so they can give it back to the government. Through my readings, it is this ability to gain and keep wealth that drives many people. People from all walks of life who have earned wealth do not want to part from it.

Any time this subject is broached, arguments from both sides start flying. What we should be doing during this time is taking a moment to start fixing issues. We see daily stories of how the planet is repairing itself during this down time, why can’t we start to fix ourselves. We need to call upon our representatives, to step across the aisle and start working together. They should be calling upon the experts in economics and other fields to lead and come up with solutions.

While there will always be two ends to a spectrum. Perhaps if our leaders work together with the people who can fix this, the difference won’t be as great of a distance. We don’t need to make millions of Rockefellers, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a lot less … I can’t come up with a name.

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Permission to be Happy

As I move through social media postings, I see so many posts that talk about the bad things that are happening during this pandemic. Every morning, news articles are posted that give details about how many new cases have been reported or, sadly, the number of new deaths related to the virus. There are stories of families struggling to make ends meet due to loss of work because some bug has spread across the globe. Children are stuck at home unable to be with their friends, teachers, classmates. Times are anything but “normal” and it looks like it will be a while before anything close to what we knew will return.

With all this happening, tonight’s writing might seem a little strange. For tonight is about realizing that one can find things to be joyful about during this time.  I think I came to this understanding as we have worked with our daughter. Since she is a twelve-year-old, we are constantly keeping a check on her and where she is mentally during this time. We worry about how this could affect her now and going forward. She sees the stories, she hears the news, she has friends whose parents are no longer working, and she has relatives that she worries about. The events of this time would make it easy for anyone, young or old, to fall into despair and lose hope.

However, it is okay to find hope and joy during this time. It is okay to share happiness. It is alright to continue to live during this time (even while stuck at home). I think the difference is that during this time, joy is found in smaller, simpler things. We need not go anywhere to find the good in the world. It is all around.

Sometimes the hardest part is not in finding the good and joy, but in giving yourself permission to allow have those feelings. During conversations, I have heard colleagues speak of how something good was happening, but they felt bad to be excited since so many others were going through such tough times. But it is okay. One needs to look for those moments for those moments are what will get us through this time. It will be the times of smile and laughter that we will want to remember when we look back.

The best part of wanting to find joy and happiness is that you do not have to look far. While I often want to turn off the news, I will give the media credit in their attempts to balance out the program with good things that people are doing for each other. Almost every night, there is a video of a child receiving a parade of friends, family, fire trucks, or police to wish them a happy birthday. Today, our daughter’s principal received his own parade as a thank you from the staff for guiding them through this time.

There are stories of people bringing food to families that need some help. Children are donating allowances so that masks can be purchased for hospitals. Musicians are streaming live every night to bring their music into homes. People are stepping up all over the country to help one another. This list is long and it has yet to even mention those people who are working long, hard hours to provide medical care, food, fuel, power, and other essential services. While there is much sadness around us, there is just as much joy as well.

It is okay to be happy. It is okay to enjoy being at home with your family. It is okay to find the beauty in the nature that is growing around us (well maybe not the peacocks screeching at 4 a.m.). It is okay to slow down and be aware of the silence and lack of constant go-go-go. Give yourself permission to find the good, find the happiness, find the joy.

If you cannot – then reach out. Call that friend, family member, coworker. If you struggle to find the happiness, please do not go it alone. It is okay to ask for help. This time is showing us just how much we can take care of each other. So give yourself permission that if you cannot find happiness, you can find someone to be with you until you can.

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Jacket in the School Grounds

Jacket in the middle of a playground

I sit here less than a week into the stay-at-home orders. Since October, I have been working at home most days of the week, so things are not that different for me. My wife and our daughter are working through this being at home all day. Even here, there is an advantage since this would have been their spring break. It will be interesting how things play out over the next few weeks as my wife starts teaching math via distance learning, and our daughter starts lessons through the same method.

The hardest part for us has been the slowing down of life. Normally with work, school, dance, scouts, church, and other activities, we are always on the go. We are getting used to a quieter lifestyle. We are trying to keep a schedule. We take family walks. We are reading our Bible. We eat dinner together as well as lunch and breakfast. So, the “hardest” part is actually a good thing for us. We are strengthening our bonds. We are doing what is asked by staying home and not spreading germs. Not too tough. However, I must be careful that I do not take what is easy for us and think that it is the same for others. It is not. We are lucky.

As we went on one of our walks, our daughter an I took a turn while my wife went straight. The two of us talked as we walked the empty streets. The only noise was our voices as we talked about what cleaning needed to be done or her studies. We walked by a school playground. Our daughter stopped and looked through the fence. There in the middle of the pavement of a school that had been closed for 5 days laid a jacket. We assumed that it belonged to a young girl. Our daughter just stood there looking at the jacket for a minute. She finally looked at me and just said, “That’s so sad.” Her voice matched her statement.

I finished off our walk thinking of the jacket. Thinking of a child who left school one day forgetting her coat, and probably thinking she would get it the next day. The girl might have other jackets, I don’t know. But in my mind, I picture a young child sad that she no longer has her favorite coat. It sits there in the middle of the school grounds getting rained on (and we have had a lot of it over the last week). Peacocks (yes, we have them) might walk over it and rip it with its sharp talons. Most likely this jacket will never keep a child warm again.

This simple coat made me aware of the troubles that so many people are experiencing. I am not talking about the shopping or the lay-offs or the stock market. I am talking about the safety of the children. Perhaps it is the former teacher in me that takes me there, but I walked home worried about the safety of the children. The children and others.

Based on the orders to stay home, the end date will be more than a month after the original request. That means a month of children being stuck at home and very little outside contact. Most of the children will be safe, but there will be so many who will be in harms way. Teachers see so much. They see the hunger, the fears, the hurt that children carry, but now there will be no one to see.

I fear for the children who suffer abuse at home. Who will be there to protect them? Families are going to be stuck together in their homes. Stress of what is going on in the world will affect so many. With stress comes so many other emotions. I fear that those pent-up emotions will be released on to the innocent child. I think of the child who might have used school as a safe place to spend hours away from harm. One who no longer has that safe place with which to go.

This staying at home will get to each of us. At the same time, we need to find a way to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

I am normally one that tries to offer solutions when I find a problem. Today, I am stuck. I have no solution for this one. We need a way to ensure that while families are dealing with the current struggles that they have a way to be safe.

I know that people make fun of those who say prayers are being offered, but for now, all I can do is pray that those children will make it through this and be able to return to their safe place.

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December Presents

There are times when you are asked to do something – maybe forced – that turns out a little differently than expected. 12 years ago, this weekend, I had just such an occurrence. It has stuck with me through the years, and I always revisit this memory during the Christmas season.

On December 16, 2007, I went to church. I was looking forward to the Mass and being able to sit and listen to the service. A friend had a slightly different idea. Suzie worked for the parish. As the head of Liturgical Ministries, she often sought out ways for the parishioners to hear about God’s work in our lives today and for the people sitting there in those pews. She wanted people to know that God was not dead.

As I sat alone in the pew, she approached me and had one of those looks on her face that instantly told you she had a favor to ask. I was not wrong. During the season of Advent (and as we prepared to give gifts at Christmas), Suzie wanted people to share that greatest gift that God had given them. Prior to each Mass, she had a young person, dressed as Mary, say a few words about God’s gifts to the world and then ask who would like to share a gift they had received. Suzie knew the audience and knew that she should have some people set up to share – just in case. So, there she stood next to me while I tried to act as if I was still in prayer. She stood. I knew there was no getting out of the favor, so I let her explain and agreed.

She told me that two other people had also agreed and that if no one offered, “Mary” knew to go to us. She was to go to the others first and then me. She told me that I didn’t have to give a speech – just a simple sentence was all that I needed and then I could sit down – IF I was even needed.

The time came for Mass and Mary took the altar. She gave a wonderful explanation of God’s gifts. She then stepped down off the altar and looked around at all the attendees and asked, “Is there anyone here who would like to share about a special gift that they have received?”

Every parishioner’s eyes looked down as if all of a sudden something happened that demanded shoes be inspected. Mary looked to gift receiver 1 and 2 who appeared to have forgotten that they were going to share. One was close enough to me and said, “You go and then I’ll do it.” I guess it is easier after one person speaks.

Poor Mary started to look lost. I raised my hand only high enough for her to see the movement. A sense of relief washed over her as she started to me with mic in hand. I stood. In my mind, I was going over the 14 words that I had planned to say. Speaking in church was not new to me. I have shared my testimony a number of times. However, on that day…on that day, I just wanted to say 14 words and sit. God had other ideas.

As I took the mic, the 14 words left my head. The words just came out and I let them go. I still remember the words.

If I had been asked this question a few months ago, last week, or even two days ago, I would have said that God bringing my wife, Nancy, into my life was the greatest gift I had ever received. I made it to 40 without having found a person with whom to share my life and love. God’s plan was to make me wait for the greatest person I could have ever found. However, two days ago God gave us both a new present. He gave us the joy of a little girl. Two days ago, we were blessed with the present of our daughter, Audrey. So for that gift, I am forever thankful.

I handed the mic back to Mary. She looked for someone else, but no one volunteered. After Mass, a friend looked at me and asked, “How was anyone supposed to follow that?”

It has been twelve years and if asked that question today, I would have the same answer. Every year, during this season of giving, I am reminded of the two greatest gifts I have ever been given – the joy of sharing my life with my wife and the honor of caring for our daughter. No other gifts I have or will receive will ever outdo these two.

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Lessons of a Catholic Man at a Same Sex Wedding

A little over a week ago, I attended a wonderful celebration where I was surrounded by joy and love. I have been wanting to write about it since I got home that night. I have wanted to share the events with the world. Yet days have gone by. I have opened Word multiple times and started typing. I do it once again tonight – wondering if I will complete what I start. You see, it is not the event that keeps me from completing this post, but fear. I fear how others will react to what I am about to share. So far, my posts have been simple and written in a way to avoid any type of conflict with my readers. It dawned on me that if I am going to be free to write – then I must take that risk and be free with my writing.

Picture of a wedding cake

I moved California over 19 years ago. Between my time in the service and living in California, I have friends from all walk of life. I count myself lucky to have this group of people to call friends. I often wondered just how open I was as a person and my willingness to stand by these people. For the last few years, there has been an event that I assumed would eventually happen, and I did not know just how I would deal with it when it occurred.

That event is that of which I write. I stood together with a small group as two wonderful people stood together to say their vows in front of family and friends. These women promised to be true to one another, support each other, and to love each other for now and forever. I watched them marry one another and the only word I could use to describe my feelings was pride. The same pride I had/have when I watch any one of my friends take this step of love for life. So why would something that filled me with pride and tears cause me fear to write about it? As you can tell by the title, my religion is part of it. However, the friends I have had since birth and throughout my adult life are more the cause. I have conservative, faithful friends. By attending this beautiful ceremony, they may question whether to continue their friendship with me. It is time to stop worrying about that and share why I chose to attend this beautiful ceremony.

The two friends I watched walk down the aisle, first with their fathers and then back again together, are the most incredible, selfless people I have ever met. They are better people than I can ever be. Both would do anything for a person in need – friend or not. They are the most caring couple that I have met for many years. They share not only a love for one another but a love for life and every thing in it. They have taught me to be a better person. They teach by example – not words. Yet, that is just a small reason.

Here is the most important thing of why I share my friends with you. These two are stronger individually than most people I know. They are even stronger together. I know that I am fortunate that I was born a white, heterosexual male in the United States. While I, just like every other person, have troubles and obstacles, I cannot even begin to fathom what it took for these two to not only find one another, but to fall in love, and even more so to stand up and pledge their love. Their strength is something to draw on. Their strength is something from which others can learn. They gave up worrying about how the world would see them, or even if it would accept them. They knew that the other was more important than world.

The question still comes on how I, as a Catholic, could stand there and condone this marriage. That was not hard for me. First – I would do anything for these two people. They are more than friends. In the last seven years, they have grown to be more like family. I could not abandon my sister.

I also drew from my faith to be able to attend. Jesus taught us, me, that we are supposed to love one another. He did not care how people saw those with whom he kept company. He kept company with those who loved him. He did not pick the people who wanted to be by his side, he just said, “come.” If He was willing to welcome everyone into his life, how can I turn people away. I have learned to love one another as He has loved me. My love is far from perfect, but I work at it each day.

Here is what my two friends have taught me. I am far from perfect, and if I am not perfect – how can I even pretend to judge another person. Love is pure. It doesn’t ask what one looks like. It cares not for the color of your skin or your gender. When love is as pure as what I have witnessed, I can only stand next to it. Finally, one must have strength to stand up in this world. I am ready to stand up in this world.

If my sharing the love of these two people loses me friends, then I am saddened. Saddened that that would be the thing to call an end to friendships. I leave you with just a few questions. How many people of faith have you witnessed being Holy on Sunday and otherwise the rest of the week? I have seen people commit to a life of love only to realize in a few years that it was not the right person. I stand by those friends just like I stood by these two, and I hope they will stand by me. Finally: Would you truly turn your back on a friend if you found out that they were Gay or a Lesbian? What if it was your child? I do not know how the life of our daughter will turn out. I only hope that no matter what turns her life takes, I can be there to support her and walk that path with her just the way these two dads did.

Hands with wedding rings

These two wonderful people are not out to change others. They are not out to convince people to turn away from their faith. What they are is two people who want to be able to share their lives in love with one another. They want to be able to express that love without judgement. They want, and for the life of me I cannot figure this out, to be able to live the same way I do.

So, I raise a glass to these two amazing, caring, wonderful, loving women. I wish them a long and happy marriage. I pray that the love that they share today grows each and every day. I wish them a day when they no longer need to be strong just to be in love.

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