The little things mean a lot….

Last Friday, I was heading out of town to go to school.  I was disappointed because I did not have the chance to say goodbye to my lovely bride Jennifer.  However, I knew there was a chance I would pass her on the road (don’t worry friends, my parents were with the boys).

Much to my delight, I saw her coming in the opposite direction about a 1/2 mile from our house.  I stuck my hand out the window waving frantically to get her attention.  She saw me and blew me a kiss.  Sweet right?  It’s much more than that.

On our third date, Jen blew me a kiss as she was walking back to her apartment after we said good night.  I had a good feeling about her before that, but it was at that point that I knew I wanted to marry that girl.  My feeling at that moment is hard to describe, but it was so powerful and intense (much beyond the old-fashioned feeling Jim Carrey refers to in Dumb and Dumber).

Jennifer still blows me kisses from time to time, and I get that powerful feeling every time she does it.  It seems like a little gesture, but it is so much more.

Would love to hear about “little things” that positively impact your life.  Take care,

Ron

Just because you have a sticker (or a hangtag)

I realize I am not in the other person’s shoes, but………

When someone with a handicap sticker parks in a handicap space, and is able to walk to their destination without any issues, that ticks me off on so many levels.

  1. how the heck did they get the sticker?
  2. do you feel any guilt?  Or are you entitled?
  3. how long do these things get dated for?

Working at a university recreation center, I see students park in handicap spaces all the time, and then run into the building.  When I ask them about it, they tell me they got the pass when they had surgery.

But, you’re better now!  If you can run in the building, I think you are abusing what the pass is intended for.  Don’t you think someone using a walker or wheelchair needs this space more?

I don’t want to let older people off the hook either now.  When visiting Wal-Mart the other day, I saw an older couple park in a handicap space, get out of their car, and walk in (albeit slowly).  They were both overweight.  Is that how they got the pass?  I didn’t see any other reason.

People in this situation NEED to walk.  Get some movement for crying out loud.  This is an opportunity, not an inconvenience.

Four years ago, my wife and I were at Disney World (whatever the Florida one is called).  We noticed that the park rented motorized carts.  We also noticed they were all rented within 15 minutes of the park opening.  No big deal, except many of the people we saw using these carts only appeared to be overweight.  Many of these looked younger than 40 years old.

Again, I don’t know the backstories….but I suspect there is some abuse and entitlement.

Would love to hear from anyone regarding the handicap sticker issue?

Emotions hitting on all cylinders this week!

leo and family

SADNESS:  The week began with a passing of a dear friend who almost made it to 90 years old.  The fine-looking gentleman with the square jaw is Leo Erik.  Leo is in the top three of the most interesting people I have ever known.  Here is a brief summary of his life (I am missing some details to be sure):

  • married with one daughter
  • born in Estonia
  • fought in the defense of Estonia against the Germans and Russians during WWII-wounded in battle where he lost his knee, later a POW in a German and Russian camp
  • did not return to live in Estonia due to Soviet takeover (I rarely ever heard Leo say “Russians” without motherf-er in front as a result)
  • Moved to England where he lived for over 20 years
  • Moved to the United States in the mid-1960’s to fulfill his dream of owning his own farm despite his handicap
  • Mechanical genius, the man could fix about anything!
  • Worked at Miami University in a variety of maintenance roles for over 30 years
  • Was widowed for over 10 years
  • Sold his farm at a bargain price to the local school district for construction of a new high school

That’s a whole lot of living here…..

Leo is an inspiration to me for the way he conducted his life and treated everyone.  He was a valuable mentor who I spent a great deal of time with as a young, single professional trying to make my way.

Leo always thought of himself as a young person, even in his final years.  He loved working with high school and college students.  In his last few years, he was in assisted living care.  When I would ask him if he had made any friends, he would say “No, they are all old”.

The last thrills I got to share with Leo were in the last couple of years when I would take my sons to visit Leo.  Verbal communication was getting difficult, but seeing his face light up with joy are memories I will not forget (especially when Ryan said his name for the first time).

We will miss you old friend.  Hopefully we see each other again one day.  Please say hi to my grandfather Peter Siliko, I think you will have a lot in common.

R.I.P.

JOY

On the other end of the life spectrum, we are getting together with my brother Kevin and his girlfriend Trish to celebrate their pregnancy (boy due in July).  We are so excited to see them.

PRIDE

So proud of the Rand Paul stand regarding drone strikes in America!