My Cousin’s memorial service was people explaining how Shawn was “being Shawn” and tale after tale on what a great friend he was, and how he just didn’t care for rules. He definitely would color “outside the lines.”
So as I walked away from the service I thought, “I could stand be to a bit more bold.” I don’t want to be rude, but there are times when I’m sitting at the key counter of life being ignored that I need to stand up and say HEY! MAKE MY KEY!
In my latest class I’m learning that there are no more illegal immigrants. Now we have undocumented immigrants. PAH-LEASE! It’s called illegal. I L L E G A L. I had a friend who marriedan “undocumented immigrant” and one day with his daughter watching immigration came and took him back to Mexico. If he was simply “undocumented” could they have not just said “Oh here you are” and documented it and let him stay? NO! He was ILLEGALLY in the country.
Normally I don’t talk about things that involve other people, but this weekend I attended a great event. I went to a family reunion with the Nurse. I had a phenomenal time.
First thing first this family takes the time once a year to get together and catch up. How cool is that? In a day when many people don’t get along with their families, this one takes time to come from all over the place to get together.
The nurses Mom has an awesome laugh, and she never stopped. It was great.
I met an Uncle who is 92, and his legs didn’t work very well, and he used a Walker. Was he grumpy? Not at all. He had a smile on his face the entire day. When he got up to leave (getting up was a bit of a struggle) did he complain? Not one word. He loves life. He loves his family.
I also met an Uncle who had come in from California. Here was the interesting thing about this guy. He takes family ties very seriously. It sound like he would hunt down a 2nd cousin through marriage twice removed just to say hi. He also was a musician so obviously we started geeking out on music. But the thing that really got me, is how friendly this guy was. And I’m not talking about the plastic kind you get at business parties. When I left, he shook my hand, and I got the felling that if I said “Hey I’m going to be in California for 2 days, can I crash at your crib”; after knowing me for 4 hours he’d would not only say yes, but roll out the red carpet.
I remember when I used ot teach customer service classes I would explain to people to greeet your customers like an old high school buddy that you hadn’t seen in years, and this guy had it down, and the key point here is it was genuine.
I guess in a world of spoiled rich athletes, crooked politicians, greed, etc It’s kind of hard to find someone to say “When I grow I wanna be like him,” but after going to this picnic I want to be like these guys.
I lost my cousin Shawn Steinmetz this week. He was 33, and has two very young daughters. It was a freak bike accident. He was here a few weeks ago for my nieces graduation party, and now he’s gone. I don’t have all the details, and in reality it doesn’t matter.
Hug your kids. Call your parents. Love the one your with.
Speaking of Love…
On the way to Podcamp Ohio the Nurse (my girlfriend) and I drove to Columbus and listened to a book (something like saving your marriage before it even starts). Once again I hear how a man needs to make the woman feel cherished. To do this he has to give up anything she asks for. Then because she loves him, she will give it back. This seems inefficient. Why not just believe me, and we can bypass the giving and giving back. I guess it doesn’t work that way.
UPDATE
Please note: At the end of this podcast I mention how you “have to give up everything.” This is NOT what the book states. This is the “warped” version in my head. The bottom line is a relationship is give and take. My whole comment was its funny how you may need to give up something to show a woman that she is special, and important - and then she will give it back (and that this seems like alot of work to end up where you started).
My Cousin’s memorial service was people explaining how Shawn was “being Shawn” and tale after tale on what a great friend he was, and how he just didn’t care for rules. He definitely would color “outside the lines.”
I lost my cousin Shawn Steinmetz this week. He was 33, and has two very young daughters. It was a freak bike accident. He was here a few weeks ago for my nieces graduation party, and now he’s gone. I don’t have all the details, and in reality it doesn’t matter.
