I’m dazed and confused about what is happening in the world. I’m going to ramble on about that in this week’s edition of Playground Heaven Living 2020.
My intent every week is to provide thoughts and recommendations about how we can all strive to be our best and happiest selves. It started with a focus on happiness which I equate with the playground, and has morphed to include the concept of saints, which is being our very best. Taken together I think of us as Playground Saints.
Unfortunately the world has been turned inside out and upside down by something commonly referred to as a pandemic. A pandemic is an epidemic that’s spread over multiple countries or continents. An epidemic is a disease that affects a large number of people within a community, population, or region.
Yes, we have a new disease. Yes, it has spread across the world. But has it really affected a large number of people? That depends upon your definition of affect. It doesn’t meet mine. It turns out that most people are actually largely unaffected even if they have contracted the virus.
But then again, maybe the pandemic is not the virus itself, but our reaction to it. We definitely have an epidemic of the disease of fear and panic. Maybe that was justified in the beginning when it appeared everyone was at risk of grave illness. The projected number of deaths was 30 times more than a normal flu season…scary.
Now we know so much more. There is no need for panic any longer based on the facts and data now readily available. But it continues. Why? Because the fear was fed to us daily for months on end. Because we were locked down and quarantined. Because we continue to keep our distance from each other and wear masks. Because everywhere you go you are reminded about it by someone or something. Because no one is telling us not to.
Here’s what we now know. People with serious health conditions are at risk. No one else really is. Yes, you may get the virus, but no, you are not likely to get seriously ill, and you have virtually no chance of dying from it.
As a result, we really only need 3 simple rules going forward:
Of course that is not what is happening, and it won’t happen any time soon. Why not? Let’s see, because:
Instead we choose to live by rules that are so varied, confusing, and nonsensical that no one really knows what to do. So we do whatever feels the safest. Or we go completely mad and start riots and looting across the nation.
Please help me understand why people are burning, breaking, and stealing things from businesses that have nothing to do with a man dying in police custody. Rather than condemn these actions, one state governor was actually reminding these lawbreakers to remember to social distance and wear masks. Seriously? Has the world gone completely insane?!
How are we to be happy in the midst of all this? It’s not going to end anytime soon. The division between people continues to widen and intensify. I wonder if that is by some sort of intentional design? I won’t even get into all the conspiracy theories floating around. There are many seemingly random dots that can be easily and logically connected if you really feel like driving yourself crazy.
In the meantime, real people have real problems and they are suffering. They need their jobs back. We went from the lowest employment rate ever, to one of the highest. The virus didn’t do that, we did. I’m talking the collective “we.” Because we are either making the decisions or we are going along with them. Maybe those decisions were justified when we knew little about the virus, but they sure aren’t now. We need to undo the damage we have caused.
My hope is that we have learned lessons that will ensure this never happens again. I also hope there were some important life lessons learned along the way. Like the importance of families spending time together. Understanding what is important in life, and what isn’t. Realizing that life is precious and not to be wasted.
But enough with the lessons. It’s time for a little common sense and common decency to prevail. Do I sound upset? Yes I am! Nothing good is coming from the prolonged and needless reopening rules we are being subjected to.
As long as I’m ranting, what is going on with churches? Doesn’t Christianity preach faith in God, have no fear, and do unto others? Why are church leaders so easily rolling over to the fear of our secular leaders? Why are they not demanding to open with no restrictions?
If we all practiced our faith wouldn’t we be ready and willing to go back to the way it was. We care about each other. Therefore no one who is at risk would attend. They wouldn’t want to restrict the freedom of others to attend due to their presence. Anyone who wasn’t feeling well would stay home as well. And all the rest who do attend will reach out to those who can’t in order to make sure their needs are being met. Simple.
But no! The rules we have in our church are more restrictive than going to the grocery store. I understand that churches are business and have liability issues to consider, but aren’t they leaders of the faith first and foremost?
I think history will show that this approach was a huge mistake. There has been a steady decline in church attendance going on for a long time. I am very concerned that we will now see a significant one-time drop that may never be recovered. Interestingly, one of those conspiracy theories has this as a goal. I pray for the opposite.
Our churches are a place we can leave the troubles of the world behind. Where we can see the world as it could and should be. It appears to me that church may no longer be that respite. Have they really adopted the ways of the world? Where is the confidence and belief in our Lord and savior? It makes me sad. Actually, it makes me mad. Does that make me a bad Christian?
Enough rambling and ranting. I’m not sure where to go from here. I so want this world to live up to the standards of what I think God expects of us. I’ll bet He’s really embarrassed right now. Maybe always. But hey, He gave us free will. But He also gave us the ability to use reason to solve problems. Seems we are much better at creating them nowadays.
I constantly go back to the only solution I can come up with to the state we are in. For each of us to strive individually to become the saints we are meant to be. To be the best and happiest people we can be, and to help others, especially our appointed leaders, to do the same.
Challenge for the week? Go on a news fast, don’t watch, listen, or read any of it. Especially social media. Stay out of the fight. Pray instead. Pray for understanding and wisdom for our leaders, that they may make decisions based on faith, hope, and love for the people.
Thanks for reading. I’m always interested in your thoughts as well. I read and respond to them all.
I promise to make next week’s message more positive and hopeful. No more virus or riot talk. It’s time to get back to the happy theme:-)
Thank you for your continued efforts to make this world a better place for us all.
Remember the good old days when Memorial Day was celebrated with big parades and lots of free candy? Flags were flying, bands were marching, and those motorcycle guys were doing their fancy riding patterns.
Memorial Day was my favorite holiday as a kid, especially in the early days when it was always celebrated on my birthday, May 30. As an added bonus, it was also the traditional opening day for all the swimming pools. But in 1971 they moved the official holiday to the last Monday in May. Now I only get the occasional birthday parade. Oh well…
Memorial Day commemorates the men and women who died while serving our country in the military. They made the ultimate sacrifice to protect the rights and freedoms we all enjoy in these United States of America. It is a day for us to remember, appreciate, and honor that sacrifice. Did you know that we are to hold a national moment of remembrance at 3pm? Interesting, that is the same time Jesus died to save us from our sins. Coincidence? I think not.
The thing I like best about this day is seeing flags displayed proudly all across the land. I find it a great reminder that we are “…one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
The stars and stripes also remind me of other phrases in our national songs and documents, such as:
I find myself reflecting on three words every year on this holiday: freedom, courage, and sacrifice. Our predecessors fought for freedom from a tyrannical ruling class. That took tremendous courage and sacrifice.
I find it interesting that God granted us freedom from the beginning. He gave us a few rules and the free will to do as we please. Yet we are constantly fighting to maintain that freedom from people who want to take it away. Thankfully there have been many brave souls throughout the ages who have fought the good fight for freedom, too many paying the ultimate price with their lives.
I ask myself two questions at this time every year; (1) What am I willing to fight for, and (2) What would I die for? God? Country? Family? Friends? Values? Principles? Beliefs? Tough questions, especially if you are attempting to be completely honest with yourself. I think it is difficult to know for sure unless and until you are faced with a life or death situation.
Here’s what I do know, it takes courage to stand up for your beliefs. Our soldiers take that stand every day. Saints do the same in promoting and defending their belief in God. Just as many military men and women have died protecting our country, so too have many Saints in protecting their faith in God. In fact we have a name for them, martyrs.
A while back I wrote an article about the first Christian martyr for a friend. It is a story of great faith and courage. I thought it appropriate to share on this Memorial Day.
The Stone-Cold Truth
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? I do. Oh, by the way, you will be stoned to death if we don’t like what you say. Wait … what?!
Welcome to the world of Saint Stephen, the first Christian martyr. Little is known of Stephen other than the account in The Act of the Apostles, chapters 6 and 7. He lived from around 5 to 34 AD and was among the first seven deacons appointed by the twelve apostles. They described him as “a man filled with faith and the holy spirit.” Soon he was “filled with grace and power, and was working great wonders and signs among the people.” That could only mean one thing back in those early days of Christianity; Big Trouble is on the way!
The authorities didn’t like what he was saying or the growing number of followers he was attracting. This story sure sounds familiar. He was brought in for questioning for the crime of blasphemy. All of those gathered saw that “his face was like the face of an angel.” He proceeded to offer a divinely inspired history of God and His chosen people. Basically, the message was that God is good and His people had not been, especially their earthly leaders. Stephen made it painfully clear that they were repeating that history and referred to them as stiff-necked, persecutors, betrayers, and murderers. Ouch!
Just in case he hadn’t angered them enough he added, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” That was all the proof they needed to convict him of blasphemy. He was dragged out of the city and stoned to death. His last words were, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit” and “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” Yes, I have definitely seen this movie before. Do nothing wrong, tell the truth, and be viciously killed. At least the last edition of this story ended in resurrection and eternal salvation for us all. What is next in this sad tale?
Well, there was a young man named Saul of Tarsus present at the stoning. He was one of the chief persecutors of the early Christians. The faith, courage, and sacrifice of Saint Stephen puzzled and later inspired Saul. Soon thereafter he was struck down on the road to Damascus and converted to Christianity. This improbable and sudden conversion became the spark needed to ignite the rapid spread of the faith. Saul became Saint Paul the Apostle, one of the most influential saints of all time.
We have a painting of Saint Stephen in our home. I just stared at it and asked, “What is your advice for us.” The thought that immediately came to mind was, “Have the courage to seek, find, and live the truth.”
What is the truth you ask? Well, first of all, there is truth. In a world where truth has somehow become relative, it seems difficult to find objective, universal, and absolute truth. But it does still exist. There is not your truth and my truth. There is only the truth. God is truth. His word is the truth. He only asks that we love Him and our neighbors (i.e. everyone else). Everything in our lives and in the world is better when we do.
We show our love by striving to be what we were born to become, saints. To live in this world as best we can in order to make it to the next. To develop and use our God given talents to serve others. To seek and find God’s plan for our lives. To say yes to that plan and carry it out by behaving virtuously. To allow the holy spirit to guide our thoughts, words, and actions. To be courageous and stand up for what is right and true, no matter what the consequences may be.
You will survive and thrive with the truth on your side. Like Saint Stephen, you might even inspire someone to do incredible things to make the world a better place for us all. It might even be you.
Become the saint you are meant to be. Seek, find, and live the truth with courage.
Your challenge for the week is to give serious consideration to the questions, (1) What do you fight for, and (2) What are you willing to die for? Then take at least one moment of silence to thank those who have fought and died for you.
I find that my list basically boils down to our pledge of allegiance. Say it with me now:
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.”
Have Courage my Saintly Friends, Scott
In my youth I recall hearing adults occasionally exclaim, “Great Saints Alive!” It was used when something amazingly good had happened. I took it to mean that there are saints among us performing miraculous acts to make this world a better place.
To all you great living saints I say: Come out, come out, wherever you are. We are in desperate need of your services. Who am I talking about? All of you! We are all capable of being those great saints alive!
Recently I’ve had a few of you ask me to list the key attributes of a striving saint. My initial reaction was to refer you back to the sAint Me?! book. Surely I listed saint traits in there somewhere. But no!
I defined a saint as someone who was striving to become their best, and to give their best for the benefit of others. I included a saint striving formula, RT x RW x G = S. That is, do the right things in the right way and by the grace of God you may become a saint.
The book walks you through what I believe those right things and right ways are. But to my great surprise there is no full description of what I believe the attributes and traits of a saint to be. Oops!
Looking back, I must have assumed that saint traits are self-evident. They really don’t need to be described. They go without saying. We know them when we see them. We know them when we be them. I thought I knew better than to assume … apparently not.
So I set off to define those traits. Now after a week of research and contemplation, I’ve identified seven key attributes of living saints for your consideration. They will help us to be both our happiest (Playground) and best (Saints) selves. Playground Saints are people who are:
What do you think? I would guess that every single one of you have other traits that you would add. Me too. In fact I started with a list of over 50. Then I went through all sorts of gyrations to group like concepts, finally arriving at seven that I found to be unique and which encompass all the others.
I will share the full list with you over the next however many weeks it takes, describe each in detail, and talk about how you can build them into your very being and demonstrate them consistently.
But there is one problem to solve first. Maybe it’s not a problem for you, but it is for me. The list is difficult to remember. The best way for me to recall a list is to turn it into an acronym. So I set out to find one. Trouble is, there is not one single vowel available, so no word to be spelled.
New strategy, let’s start with a relevant word and adjust the list accordingly. How about “playground?” Nope too many letters. “Saint?” Too few, we need seven. “Saintly?” Yep, that works. Now we just need to change the words to fit.
Here’s the new “saintly” list:
In going through the work to get to these words I found an interesting tool called the graphic thesaurus at the website freethesaurus.com. You type a word in the search field to find alternatives. Once you hit enter it brings up a spider web looking graphic which provides two layers of similar words.
For example, for the word “saint” it provides 5 first level words, and another 25 at the second level. To go deeper you can click on any of the suggested words to find even more. As an example, one leg of the web took me from “saint” to “model of excellence” to “paragon” to “exemplar.” Cool words!
I spent a couple of hours messing around with this. Try it out for yourself by clicking here. But be forewarned, you may be going down a rabbit hole for longer than you might expect. I’ve bookmarked the site for my future use.
Since I probably just lost most of you, let’s end it here for now. For your challenge, come up with your own list of Playground Saint attributes. In fact, send them my way and I’ll make sure they are considered. Keep your list handy and cross off the ones we touch on in the coming weeks. If at the end you have any left over, let me know and we’ll address those too.
Be Saintly my Friends! Scott
Hi-Ho Silver! Away! Or was it Hi-Yo? I just learned there is disagreement about which it was. Regardless, cue the William Tell Overture theme song. The Lone Ranger chased bad guys and always won. He wore a mask to conceal his identity and worked together with his trusty companion Tonto to fight for justice. He used silver bullets to remind himself of how precious life is and to only use them as a last resort. He didn’t smoke, drink, or curse.
After he saved the day and rode away, someone would ask, “Who was that masked man?” I’ve been asking a similar question about the increasing number of people I am seeing wearing masks to combat the virus. Some make sense, like older people, or those with obvious health conditions. Others I find curious, like people who are outside, all by themselves, far away from others while walking, running, biking, or driving around in their cars. I don’t get it, why the mask?
I was curious and decided to do some in-depth research to determine what the proper course of action regarding mask usage should be. I didn’t realize I was walking into a firestorm. A quick review of Facebook comments nearly scared me away. Apparently you are labeled a “covidiot” whether you choose to wear a mask or not. The sides have been drawn and the insults are flying.
I initially thought this was going to be a fairly simple task. I’ll just use my dig-deep research method which has served me well for decades in order to get to the definitive truth. There has to be truth out there somewhere, right? Wrong! After reading everything I could find, from every possible angle I could imagine for an entire day, I found no clear and compelling answer.
I did find strong opinions stated as the definitive truths. They all relied on cherry-picked facts and contained statements like, the fact of the matter is, there can be no disputing the fact, the truth is, or my new favorite, the science says, followed by a half truth, or worse, and outright lie. I’m sorry, but you can’t say, the science says, and then provide a conclusion that is easily disproven by … science.
Unfortunately all the opinions sound very convincing, especially if they align with your preconceived notions of what the truth is. And who has the time and energy to dig into the details, look at all the angles, and come up with their own opinion? It’s so much easier to trust the “experts.”
After getting deep into this topic I wished I hadn’t. It became clear that this is yet another topic with strong ideological divisions. In general, liberals like masks and conservatives don’t. Whichever side you are on there are plenty of facts to back you up. In fact, give me your conclusion and I can get you there with all the relevant statistics … we’ll call it science.
But since I did wade into the deep waters of this controversy I might as well come to my own opinion and share it for your consideration. Below is my attempt to be completely unbiased. It shouldn’t be too hard because I actually have not yet formed a solid stance.
Here is the main question I am trying to answer; What would a striving saint do? In other words, what is the best approach to take regarding masks for a person who is striving to be their best and to share their best for the benefit of others.
Let’s start with understanding the odds of getting the virus. Sadly there is no good data on this, we’ll have to make do with what we have. The math on the current numbers from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) tells us that there is a 0.4 percent chance you will get the virus, and a 6 percent chance you will die if you do get it. But not to worry, overall there is only a .02 percent chance you will die from this virus, and much lower than that if you are young and healthy.
Here are some other interesting notes from the CDC. They state that “a significant portion of those with coronavirus are asymptomatic” (i.e. experience no symptoms). Further, for those who do have symptoms, “most people have mild illness and are able to recover at home.” And those we really need to worry about are “older adults and people with severe underlying health conditions.”
How about an example to quantify the risks? Let’s inflate the chance of getting the virus from 0.4 percent way up to … well how about 100 percent, everyone gets it. To make it personal, think of 100 people you know. They all now have the virus. But a significant portion, say 70 percent, will experience no symptoms. Of the 30 left, most will have mild symptoms, let’s say that leaves 10 to worry about. What will happen to them?
One consistent statement in everything I have read about those who are dying is that they are “nearly all” older adults and those who had serious underlying health conditions. If you have some of those friends, sadly you may lose a few, but statistically less than 1 of the 10.
From this I am drawing one conclusion so far. I will wear a mask when around older adults and people with serious underlying medical conditions. The good news is that should rarely be necessary since those folks shouldn’t be out and about anyway. They should remain in self-isolation and get the help they need from their younger and healthier family, friends, and neighbors. We are happy to help.
I see the CDC’s latest guidance on masks is to wear one “in public settings where other social distancing measures are difficult to maintain especially in areas of significant community-based transmission.”
Okay, got it, but I’m still wondering why. If those with issues are staying home, how big is the risk we will be spreading the disease? Yes I realize there is some chance we may have it without knowing it, but even if we spread it to other non-high risk individuals there is very little risk of that leading to serious illness or death.
And what about this herd immunity thing? Building resistance to the virus through exposure. There is concern that there will be a second wave of illness once we break isolation from a lack of this exposure and resistance building. Maybe we should start that sooner rather than later?
At this point the only reason I would wear a mask in public is to avoid the nasty looks and comments I will no doubt get from some. I’m concerned we are about to get into a Dr. Seuss Sneetches scenario where the masked and unmasked are arguing about who are the best Sneetches on the beaches. If you don’t recall that story, do yourself a favor and go read it for a mental health break. Let me know who you think Sylvester McMonkey McBean is in this scenario.
Speaking of mental health, what is the impact of wearing masks in that regard? I’m sure there are some positives but I see only fear. We don’t need more fear, we need hope. The proliferation of the use of masks is not hope inspiring. They are instead a constant reminder of fear.
The thing about fear is that it produces anxiety, which causes stress, which leads to panic, irrational decision making, and interestingly, a weakened immune system. Why do we want to spread more fear? I think the spread of fear is actually worse than the spread to the virus itself. It is paralyzing. It must stop! The numbers certainly don’t justify it.
Now many argue that wearing a mask is a minor inconvenience, that there is no harm in wearing one, so why wouldn’t you? You care about other people, right? Right, that’s why I will not be wearing one. I’ve come to the conclusion that they actually do more psychological harm than physical good.
So based on the numbers and trusting that people are doing what is in their best interests based on their risk factors, here is what I will do.
Obviously what you do is your choice, and I respect whatever that is. You must be comfortable with your decisions and able to defend them to others when challenged. I hope the above has helped you in some way.
Anyway, this is what I think a striving saint should do. I believe that saints take calculated risks in the overall best interests of all people. They are courageous and fearless in their attempts show their love for God and neighbors. That is not always simple and the choices are not always easy, but they do the best they can given the facts and circumstances.
If you are with me, get out there and show the world your smiling face and your joy for the opportunity of a new beginning. Share your faith, hope, and love for your fellow citizens. Display your courage and confidence that better days are close at hand. And leave them wondering, “Who was that unmasked man?”
Finally, for our health care worker friends, Thank You for fighting the good fight. We hear you are getting bruised faces from the constant pressure of wearing your masks. We are so sorry to hear that on top of the constant stress of doing your job. You are all saints!
Keep the Faith my Saint Striving Friends, Scott
Ever since I first watched the 1976 movie, Marathon Man, the question, “Is it safe?” has evoked a sense of fear and pain. In short, the plot is that a man named Babe Levy (Dustin Hoffman) unwittingly becomes embroiled in a scheme by a Nazi war criminal Christian Szell (Laurence Olivier) to retrieve stolen diamonds from a safety deposit box.
The movie is most remembered for the scene in which Szell, who is also a dentist, poses the question, “Is it safe?” to Babe. No matter what response is given, he asks the same question again. Eventually he proceeds to torture Babe with dental tools, again, no matter what answer he gives. You can nearly feel the pain while watching, brutal…
While obviously not as physically painful, we are all probably suffering in some way from the lack of a good answer to the same question as it relates to the virus. If you say to yourself, “yes, it’s safe” and venture out into the world, you see nervous people in masks avoiding any interaction with each other like we all have the plague. If you answer “no,” you continue your lonely self-isolation. Either way there is some emotional pain involved.
Of course the true answer to the general question, “Is it safe?” is painfully obvious and always the same. No, it’s not safe. Life is never perfectly safe. It never has been, it never will be. We are all at risk of sickness, injury, and death every single day of our lives. I guess we could always play it safe and rarely venture out, but safe for what purpose? That’s not living. Don’t take unnecessary risks, but no risk means no reward. Strike a healthy balance.
Obviously the difference in this present situation is that there was an immediate threat and seemingly imminent danger to the health of us all, worldwide. Therefore drastic measures were taken. Maybe that was the right thing to do based on what we knew at the time. Maybe not. We will never know for sure.
The initial projection of U.S. deaths was 2.2 million. Scary. The current count is around 65 thousand, slightly more than an average flu season, still growing but at a significantly reduced pace. Would it have been considerably more without intervention? Probably. In hindsight, were the measures taken the right ones. Probably not. Did they do more harm than good? Time will tell, but I’m fairly certain the answer is yes.
Allow me to elaborate. We now know that 80 percent of those who have died from the virus are over the age of 65. And nearly all of those under that age who have died had underlying health issues. It appears we could have limited ourselves to isolating and caring for those folks, and had roughly the same outcome.
Unfortunately I’m afraid the steps taken to avoid a health crisis will in fact create a much bigger one. They have created record unemployment of those who can least afford it. Combined with record debt and low savings, defaults will escalate. Even those who have been able to keep working have seen their retirement accounts lose significant value. People are anxious and depressed which can lead to all sorts of unhealthy behaviors. Overeating, lack of exercise, abuse of alcohol, drugs, and each other.
Annual deaths caused by suicide, drug overdoses, and alcohol abuse are now in excess of 200,000 annually. I wonder what it will be this year? Depressing. The point is, the negative consequences of the lockdown reach far beyond those contracting and sadly dying from the virus. The precautionary “cure” has arguably been worse than the disease itself.
So what are we to do? Well, the main premise of the sAint Me?! book was that if we are all striving to be the saints we are meant to be, we can work together to solve all the world’s problems. I believe this to be true as it relates to this virus.
Striving saints work to be their best and to share their best with others. We therefore work to keep ourselves and others healthy. We also seek to find and live truth. The truth as I understand it is that unless you have underlying health problems and/or are over age 65, even if you do contract the virus, your symptoms will likely be mild.
If you aren’t feeling well, stay at home until you’re better. That’s just common sense, common courtesy, and showing respect for your neighbor. Continue to take the normal precautions of hand washing, cleaning commonly used areas and equipment, and keeping your distance from those who do have high risk factors in order to protect them.
Hopefully with what we know now, more rational and compassionate approaches to containing the virus and limiting its toll will be implemented soon. Better data usually means better decisions. Let’s hope that is true and that the politics of an election year don’t interfere with doing what is right for all the people of this great country.
Regardless, there are things we striving saints can do immediately to help:
Politicians have a saying, “Don’t let a crisis go to waste.” Meaning, there are things they can get done in crisis that would not be possible during ordinary times. I’m not sure that is a good thing as it relates to governance. Look at how easily we let them take away our freedoms without question.
I prefer the Gandhi approach – “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” The world needs more of you. More striving saints. Maybe this crisis has helped you realize that you have so much more to give, and relatively little time to make it happen. Don’t let your many talents go to waste. Be the saint you are meant to become.
Be Saintspirational! Scott
We burst through the paper ring, emblazoned in our school colors with a menacing image of our mascot, onto the basketball court for the season opener. The pep band is playing our fight song, the cheerleaders are revving up the crowd, and our family and friends are cheering us on. It’s game time!
I can still feel the excitement, four decades later. After months of practice, isolated in the gym for hours on end, we were finally getting the opportunity to show our stuff. To prove to ourselves and our fans that the grueling workouts, endless line drills, repetitive skills training, monotonous running of plays, and scrimmages have paid off. Let’s go!
But first, the pep talk. The locker room was buzzing with nervous energy. Some at sitting in quiet contemplation, while others slap lockers and each other. One was pacing like a lion in a case, we stayed away from him. Another was puking, we stayed far away from him. Come on coach, we’re ready! Is it time yet? Let us out of here!
Coach reminded us of the shared vision and goals we had created as a team for this new season. About all the hard work we had put in. Of all the progress we had made; the daily lessons learned and improvement shown. How each of us had grown and were important to the success of the team.
Then he went through our game plan. The overall strategy and specific tactics we would employ to give us the best chance of victory. Sometimes we’d emphasize offense, pushing the tempo. Others times defense, controlling the pace of the game. Once the strategy was to stall the entire game, only taking shots that couldn’t be missed, then playing keep away until the clock ran out. It worked. We won. Boring, but effective, thus the invention of the shot clock.
Finally he’d remind us of our individual roles, such as; Froyen, get all over them on defense, get me some steals and rebounds, pass to the guys who can actually score, and don’t shoot unless you have a lay-up. Got it Coach! We’d conclude by reciting The Lord’s Prayer for a little help from above, and a single shouted word together, “Team!”
What’s this got to do with anything? Well, I’m feeling the same anticipation for the opening of our world from our virus lockdown as I did in the locker room so many years ago. Set me free! I want to get back into the game of life on the outside world court.
This has got me thinking about what my game plan should be going forward. What is my strategy? Will I emphasize offense, defense, or stall? How about the tactics, what specifically will I do?
It has been a tough “off-season” these last couple months. So much has changed. We want things to go back to normal, but what will normal be? The only thing we can know for sure is that it won’t be what it used to be. How will it be different? I don’t know. I do know that our collective behavior will determine what the new normal is. And I have my personal hopes and dreams for what it will be.
My hope is that we have all learned what is truly important in our lives, and what is not. That we will use this knowledge to lead more intentional and impactful lives going forward. My dream is that we have a renewed sense of purpose that manifests itself in what we choose to do to provide value to each other in our quest to make the world a better and happier place.
A game plan is designed to give you the best chance of winning. What is winning? To me it is demonstrating improvement. Improvement towards what? Toward realizing my hopes and dreams. To striving to become the best I can be and to provide value to others in their quest to become the best they can be. And round and round it goes…
I decided a couple of years ago while writing the sAint Me?! book that my life strategy is to emphasize offense. I encourage you to do the same. Too many of us are playing defense or stalling. We go into a prevent defense trying to protect the lead we believe we have attained in life, or we hold the ball hoping to run out the clock. Unfortunately a prevent defense only prevents you from winning, and stalling is a boring waste of your time and talents.
My game plan therefore is to play offense through proactively striving to employ the following strategy and tactics. I call the strategy, playground rules. The tactics are daily reminders of what to do to live out the strategy and strive to win – continually improve towards achieving my hopes and dreams. Here they are for your consideration:
Strategy – Playground Rules
Tactics – Daily Reminders
I offer the above as an example of a game plan. They are obviously summary points, and I hope mostly self-explanatory. Oh, Dig Deep and Tip Jar are acronyms. You can refer to the Playground Heaven book to learn more.
So that’s my plan, what is yours?
I urge you to take some time to think about all you have experienced and learned over these past months. Who do you want to be going forward as a result? Have you discovered what it truly important to you? What are your hopes and dreams now? How will you achieve them? Do you need to do anything differently as a result? How will you ensure you don’t go back to business as usual?
So many questions. Now is the perfect time to consider them before “opening day.” Give yourself the gift of taking the time to ask and answer them. Make your own game plan. Start with your hopes and dreams. Envision your ideal future. Then go on offense by developing a winning strategy and specific tactics designed to ensure your ongoing success.
Finally, here is your pre-game pep talk. There is no sugar coating this. It has been a rough time in history. You have endured many hardships, a roller-coaster of emotions, and physical isolation over these past several months. But you have survived. Yet another life challenge overcome. Not without a struggle, but you did it. And you are no doubt stronger as a result.
Now it’s time for a new beginning. It’s time to get back out onto the field of life and do what you were born to do. To be yourself, your best and happiest self. To develop and use your talents to provide value to others. To enrich their lives through living yours to the best of your ability.
You have been preparing your entire lifetime for this moment. Now is your time to shine. You know what to do and how to do it. No one can stop you but you. Get out of your way and make it happen. Run out there and show yourself and the world what you can do. Be your best and give your best. Make the world a better and happier place. That is winning. We can make it happen. We can do it together. Team!
I look forward to seeing you out in the real world very soon:-) Scott
One of our striving saints and playground heaven friends sent me an article he had written a while back. I’ve been looking for the right moment to share it with all of you. Now seems like that time given that we are hopefully nearing the end of our quarantine journey.
Steve Dickinson is an engineer by training who, following a successful corporate career, ran his own consulting business for 24 years prior to his retirement in 2014. He is a recognized expert in organizational strategy, planning, and execution with an emphasis in customer focused process improvement.
His business objectives were to; (1) help people, (2) have fun, and (3) make enough money to continue doing 1&2. He continues to focus on the first two in retirement, and his energy and enthusiasm for doing so are unmatched in my experience.
He and his spouse Helen have traveled most of the country in their RV in addition to visiting many countries around the world. They volunteer with their church, tend to a sizable garden, and enjoy outdoor activities including kayaking, biking, and fishing when they are at their home in Florida.
I could go on about his many accomplishments, talents, and interests, but without further ado, take it away Steve…
It’s the Journey. Authored by Steve Dickinson
Have you ever known something but not know it? Like deep down you knew, but you weren’t aware of it? As I read Scott Froyen’s book Playground Heaven, I had a sudden realization. I wrote about it to capture my thoughts and to share it with you. Here goes….
All throughout our lives we are faced with what I will call “Ends.” By Ends, I mean that almost all of our activities have some sort of an End, often with an objective attached. Some objectives are serious, like deadlines for projects at work. Others are assumed, like getting to our destination when we travel.
Recently my wife Helen and I took a trip to Charlotte, North Carolina to see “The Real Christmas Story” at one of our favorite theaters, Narroway Productions. It’s about an 8-hour drive from our home. Normally we would load up our luggage and take off early in the morning to be sure we got there in time, to reach our End in one long day. With the End mindset, the key to planning is to focus on the destination.
While this has made sense to me for 30 years or so, I think there is something missing. Don’t get me wrong, it is important to know what the End will be when doing something important, such as an important project, or traveling to a specific city for a specific reason.
So, what is missing? The Journey, how we get to the End. At times, the Journey can be much more important to achieving the Halo High, as described by Scott in his book, than the End itself. Let me first define the term Journey.
The Journey is all the activities that take place between the start of an event and the End. This includes choosing the event, the planning, the travel itself, the activities, places, and any other things that take place between the start and the End. If it happened after the start and before the End, it happened during the Journey.
Allow me to give you a few real-life examples.
Take our trip to Charlotte. In the past we had made it a one-day trip. This time we decided to take an extra day and spend a night in Savannah, Georgia on the way. We have been to Savannah several times, but each of those times it was an End. This time it was part of the Journey.
On departure day, instead of having to get up early and rush out the door for an 8-hour drive, we slept in, leisurely packed and headed out for our brief 4-hour road trip. We got into Savannah in the early afternoon, well rested and ready to enjoy the city.
We stayed downtown on the waterfront where we could walk to wherever we wanted to go. We did a little shopping, walked to dinner, sat on a bench by the river, watched the freighters go by, and simply enjoyed the evening. In the morning we had a nice breakfast at a French Café, leisurely packed up, and drove the remaining 4 hours to Charlotte.
My intent here is not to fully describe the trip to Savannah, but instead to make the point that hit me like a ton of bricks while reading Scott’s book. In this case the Journey ended up being just as fun, or maybe even more fun, than the End we had planned. As we think back on the trip, what we talk about most is the stop on the Journey, not the End.
Another example. During my consulting years a typical week was getting on a plane Sunday afternoon, working long weekdays, flying back home on Friday, and spending Saturday planning for the next trip. Then back to the airport again … a seemingly endless journey that lasted decades. Then about 13 years ago we bought a camper, an RV. We began using the RV as a home when I had jobs that would keep me in one place for a while.
In one memorable RV business trip we drove from Florida to Phoenix, Arizona, almost exactly 2000 miles away. I worked for two weeks, coming “home” every night to Helen, and her fabulous home cooked meals! Then we took two weeks off to tour southern Arizona, visiting a few state parks and spending almost a week in Tucson. And then back to Phoenix for two more consulting weeks prior to heading home. It was a great Journey. I don’t remember much about the work, but we sure remember the Journey.
Ever since I began planning our summer RV trips for the Journey instead of the End, they have been much more relaxing, enjoyable, and memorable. We take time to explore the local towns and sights, and by doing so we have discovered things we did not know existed, such as South Dakota’s Corn Palace. We found it by accident, by exploring on our Journey to our End destination. It’s worth a look on the net, and a visit if you can.
You may be saying, “But I don’t travel like that, how does this apply to me?” I remember that as a child, mowing the yard was an End I was tasked with accomplishing. I didn’t realize what I was doing at the time, but to make the Journey fun I made a game out of it, mowing little squares, comparing how long it took for each, and assessing the degree of difficulty each required.
How about walking to school? Yes we walked to school, no not uphill both ways, but we made all kinds of games up to pass the time, to enjoy the Journey. We’d take different routes, throw buckeyes (I’m from Ohio) at each other, and race to see who could get to a spot first. We even stopped one day and damned up the local creek, got home in solid mud, and thus our name was mud! But it was fun, we were on a Halo High. I remember these Journeys vividly to this day, some 60 years later.
Last and most important story. Three days ago my father passed away. It fell upon me to help my sister reconcile his estate. Not an easy task. In this grieving process, it finally dawned on me that his life was over. The “End” had come for him. There will be no more activities for him to participate in, at least not on this earth. That got me thinking.
Now at the “End” and looking back, what really matters, what is it that the family sits and talks about? What was it that we talked with him about as he awaited the eventual “End”? Did we talk about goals? Did we talk about milestones? Did we talk about wealth? No, we talked about the Journey. The Journey we had lived together as a family. We talked about the good times, the things he had taught us, the things we used to do that we would miss dearly.
In closing, let me ask you a few Journey enjoyment related questions:
There are Endless examples of the need to enjoy the Journey and not just the End. Give Journey thinking a try, you will like it. You just might find your Halo High along the way.