I arrived in the parking lot adjacent to the emergency room at the hospital at 6:20 this morning. I had been asked by hospital administrators to share a word of encouragement with patients and staff alike at shift change this morning. As I made my way to the ER entrance through the misty fog, I noticed one of my ER nurses heading toward her car. Her shift had just ended. She looked exhausted. I could tell it had been a…
When it comes to hometowns, I have dual citizenship. I was born in Atlanta, spent a short time in Overland Park, Kansas, and that was followed by 3 years in Chicagoland. When I was 7 years old, my dad’s work took our family to Racine, Wisconsin. Racine became my first hometown. When I was 13 years old, the family moved to Lubbock, Texas. Lubbock became my second hometown. I feel a strong affinity to both cities. I have to make…
I was buying groceries the last time I talked to Sonny Frisbie. I had just put a bottle of Heinz Ketchup in my cart, and there he was coming down the aisle. We had a really nice chat. I don’t recall what we discussed, but I do remember his signature question. He looked me straight in the eye and asked: “And how are you doing?” I never had an encounter with Sonny when he didn’t pause long enough to ask…
Thanksgiving arrives this week. It is officially appropriate to put the Christmas tree up now. During this time period families everywhere are making their way up to the attic to drag the tree down, or crawling over the lawnmower to get to the boxes in the garage labeled “Christmas Decorations.” It’s nothing short of an adventure. Every family has special decorations to adorn their tree. There is the crocheted ornament that Aunt Emma made. And there are Christmas tree…
The holidays will soon be upon us. People are making their way to their attics to get the Christmas tree down. I plan to order a smoked turkey at my favorite meat market this week for Thanksgiving. I bought a plane ticket a few days ago for our firstborn to fly home. Jan asked me at dinner tonight to make a stop at a remote store out in the boondocks to pick up a Christmas gift for her dad. It…
When I was completing my master’s degree in 1986, I worked part-time for a family business that had offered several services. Renting Penske moving trucks was part of my job. And that’s where I met Bob… After a cross-country move from Virginia, Bob turned in his moving truck one afternoon. I found Bob to be sort of an amusing kind of fellow. His khakis were heavily starched, and his penny loafers carefully shined. As he drove off that afternoon, I…
When I go out to a restaurant with my law enforcement friends, they always sit with their back to the wall at the restaurant. I completely understand the need to adopt such a habit for security reasons. I too sit at the back of eating establishments, and in other public places as well. My reasons are twofold. I too am security conscious. (I have worked in the field too long.) But, I also want to be open to meeting people……
Dealing with people can be difficult. Imagine that? Several weeks ago, a friend shared an interchange she had with a person who has the potential to be somewhat of a challenge… In this case, he had told her something that just did not make sense. The facts were not adding up. I asked her a simple question. “Did you confront the inconsistencies in his story?” And her response? She said: “I can’t speak to him again until my patience returns.”…
In my role as a law enforcement chaplain, I have been serving victims of unspeakable crimes for 30 years. I am that person who shows up on a person’s doorstep with a law-enforcement officer to break the news that will change a person’s life forever. And, I am also the trained professional who offers support to victims in the aftermath of criminal and traumatic events. Therefore, I view the victim’s impact statements made by 18-year old Brandt Jean in…
When I was an elementary school student, I soon concluded that my teachers were anything but human. They were teachers and not humans. Imagine how shocked I was to bump into a teacher in the grocery store. Teachers don’t go to the grocery store! Last week it I received solid confirmation that teachers are NOT human… Friday evening, I had a once in a lifetime experience. I attended the funeral visitation for our beloved elementary school principal, George Ginther. (And…