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The Dark Horse, Still Running…

He was holding a small, tattered sign, poorly scribed with the words, "I am homeless. Any help you could give, please. Thank you." Standing on the roadside in shabby, stained clothes and with a look of sadness in his eyes, cars passed him by one after another.

I stopped.

I didn't have much myself. Nothing in my pockets, things have been tight. But I had a handful of change for tolls and parking in the console. I rolled down my window and handed him the little I had on me.

"I hope this will help you," I said as I extended the money to him.

"Yes, thank you sir. Thank you very much."

I left my hand extended as a gesture of good will. He took it and shook it as the wind caught his sign and it flapped limply in the breeze. "Good luck, my friend. Best wishes to you."

He smiled and thanked me again.

I continue on my way to my destination. To spend time with my children. I pondered his situation. Left to the desperation of pan-handling at the end of an exit ramp from the inbound expressway. I wondered if he has children. If he has family. What has led him to this point in his life?

The situations of my life over the past few years have grown dark. Darker than I could ever foresee them being years before. Through it all though, I have managed to maintain... a home. In fact, two homes. It has been a struggle at times, for sure. I have had to make difficult decisions, face difficult situations and still carry on. But recently, my situations have helped me realize I am far off of the path I started down just six years ago. A path to become the man I want to be - for myself, for my children, for...

But sometimes we need our eyes to be forced open, to see that we have strayed off of that path. Sometimes we think we're on it, but blindly we're just wandering and losing sight of where we need to be. This is a challenge - and a daunting one. How to become the person you want to be, to balance life, to give of yourself, to strive for goals, to be a good partner, to change the world... and still not lose yourself on the way.

I sit here now reflecting on where I am. I have real opportunities in front of me now; definite opportunities to change my life, to get back on that path... to find myself, and find the happiness I once thought I had found.

I was wrong. I was lost. I lost my way.

It isn't so easy to become the man you want to be. My expectations are high, and the odds are against me. But, who doesn't love an underdog? I am the dark horse in this race against myself, my life, my time... The dark horse that won't stop running.

Did the man I helped just give up on running?

I can't. I won't.

And I won't lose those parts of myself.

My friend Randy recently told me that my giving nature and my generosity are an admirable curse. I give, often too much when I don't have enough for me. Not enough resources, not enough time, not enough emotional strength, yet I seek to support others because that is who I am. He suggested I stop, until I am at a place of abundance and can take care of me first, before I help others.

Kind of like putting that oxygen mask on yourself before helping the other passengers, right?

Unfortunately I may never have the right abundance Randy was referring to. But I have a lot. The love of my children. The drive to be a better person. The courage to face my fears and never quit. The talents, intelligence and creativity to make it all possible. Endless love, and a passion for the work I do and the people I believe in. Things that cannot be taught, given or taken away.

I have an abundance of these things, and I appreciate my abundance.

So even if it is just loose change, I will give and do what I can to make the world a better place, while focusing on making myself a better man. Find the balance, find happiness and become who I have been working on becoming.

This dark horse has a lot of kick left. Don't tear up your tickets until the race is over.

Stories From The Road

He said, "Strippers. What we need right now are strippers. "

We walked into the bar from the cold night air. The aromas of stale cigarette smoke, staler beer and cheap perfume hung heavy in the air. After what we had been through, the strip club seemed like just the place to unwind.

On stage, a sister duo was strutting their stuff. The one was named Rocket, and boy, could she ever. A six-foot tall blonde with the perfect legs, perfect ass, perfect tits and lips that seemed to call out to every desperate, lonely man in the bar. And her sister, man, was she a sight to behold. One arm, a club foot, an eye patch and nipples that could gag a goat. She went by the name, Jet Lag.

And as we watched the men roll their dollar bills for her, we knew we were on the wrong side of the tracks.

Jet Lag stumbled and fell on the stage. Poor girl.

“Wow, man. Look at the way she shakes her ass!” Murphy said as he leaned over to me.

I whispered back, “Dude, she’s having a seizure.”

A bouncer quickly ran to her and picked her up in his arms. She came out of it and shook off the cobwebs. He helped her back to her… foot. Wobbly on her one stiletto, she grabbed the brass pole and spun around it in the only direction God gave her to spin in.

What a trooper!

Be The Change

You must be the change you want to see in the world.

-- Mahatma Gandhi

I'm pretty sure most everyone is familiar with this quote, and for those familiar I'm sure most believe it to be true.  Gandhi was inspirational - these were not just words.  He lived this way.  He lived to be the change.

How do you live to be the change?

Last night I had a wonderful evening with my daughter.  I got a father/daughter night that I have been wanting to enjoy for a quite a while.  We went for sushi at Fuji Grill; she tried new foods, we talked and shared time together in a very vociferous and joyous environment.  Then we went to see Hunger Games together.  A movie she really wanted to see after enjoying the books so much.

When the movie ended and the lights came up in the theater we made our way to the exit.  You know how it is in these theaters - even though the lights came up, adjusting your eye-sight to the new lighting in a dark walled, dark floored theater can be difficult.  About halfway down the stairs to the exit, there was an older man carefully navigating the stairs.  His family was cut off from him by other people trying to get out of the theater - we're always in a rush, aren't we?  His family was calling to him to wait, but he was gingerly holding seat-backs and taking cautious steps down.

Sometimes it takes a moment to register...  but once it does, you realize what you need to do.  So I told my daughter to wait a moment, and I took the man by the elbow to help guide him down the stairs.  Not so much supporting him, but just re-assuring him that there was someone there that could assist him on his way.

For me, being the change isn't just being the change...  it is teaching my children to follow these examples and be the change.

Being the change ends with us if we don't teach these lessons to our children too.  They need to continue being the change.