A stranger stopped me ten seconds after I walked off the stage with a second place trophy and offered to tell me what I'd done wrong. He may have been right. I'll never know.
Second Place
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Her Chopsaw
My wife had a chopsaw and knew how to use it. I didn't. Twenty-some years later I build most of what needs building around here, and I still can't name one thing I've taught her back.
Ninety-Three Degrees
Ninety-three degrees in downtown Oklahoma City, and a question from Sunday's sermon I haven't been able to put down: is your preparation at the level of your expectation?
Fifty Pounds
There's a photograph of me from Christmas 2004. I'm twenty-six, grinning at the camera, holding a fifty-pound punching bag my wife had just given me. Two weeks before that picture I'd had surgery to remove a tumor. The doctor's instruction was that I was not to lift anything over ten pounds. I don't remember deciding … Continue reading Fifty Pounds
Halftime
I turned forty-eight today and spent almost all of it in my own house. My son made waffles. My family gave me cards, and the things written in them were better than the presents (and the presents were awesome too!), which is a thing you can say honestly at forty-eight and mean it. Then we … Continue reading Halftime
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