Monday, May 25, 2020

Coach Vacenovsky: Not a selfie kind of guy

Dennis Vacenovsky and Jake Varn were my Jr. High Football coaches.  Life was good under their coaching and we went undefeated that year with high hopes that they would be our coaches throughout our time in school.  Jake was from an old school Brooksville, Florida family and would later transition from education into a very successful law career.  Dennis was from a Czechoslovakian immigrant family who, along with others settled north of Brooksville in Masaryktown.

Growing up with an immigrant community nearby was normal for us.   The young men were great athletes, demonstrated excellent sportsmanship, leadership and were hard workers.  The young women were beautiful, talented, intelligent and also hard workers.  They made egg production with chicken farming look easy.  (It wasn’t).  My dad built a chicken farm, populated it with a few thousand chickens, put his boys to work, and my admiration of the kids of Masaryktown grew exponentially. 

It was the 8th grade, I was 13 and the year was 1968 and the nightly news carried the news of Vietnam into every living room.  Coach Vacenovsky answered the call and left coaching to serve our country.  I can’t remember the exact timing, but I can remember the emotional loss when our community heard the news that he was killed in action when a mine exploded under his jeep. 

Here is a link if you want to know more of this amazing man.

Memorial Day for me is a time to reflect on my favorite coach. 

The immigrant community that produced this fine young man wouldn’t embrace selfies and the fascination of self or the adoration of narcissi.  On Memorial Day in an agriculturally based economy in rural Florida it would be a workday for the kids, especially the children of egg producers.  As I perused Facebook on Sunday, I noticed a huge number of selfies, with little focus on Memorial Day and the focus of self.  Today, I prefer abstaining from selfies and at least for a brief period of time to remember Coach Vacenovsky and others who gave themselves so we may live life in freedom from the addiction to self and the domination of tyranny.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Chipmunks and Trouble

The day after my PET scan and PSA blood work was hill training day.  Running up hills improves form while increasing stamina and is a huge part of training for an ultramarathon.  About halfway up the hill a dark, small animal crossed under foot from right to left.  When the spots on the fur came into focus, and as it passed underfoot, the tell-tale sight and sound of a chipmunk came into clarity. 

The chipmunk was probably more startled than I and expressed a high-pitched squeak as it passed underneath me.

Surprises come randomly and unexpectedly.  Some are fairly tame, like the chipmunk, and others not so much.

Just one day in a life can be a paradoxical day of surprises.  Here is just a few in my life.

Another Covid 19 Death.
Another conflict avoided due to learning relational skills.
Another church home group in which we all grew in the Lord.
Another great meal.
Another friend learning, they can’t see their elderly parent in a nursing home.
Another friend losing their mom without being able to be with them.
Another storm in India/Bangladesh.
Another new client.
Another conversation with children/grandchildren that is very positive.
Another client goes with another realtor.
Another client signs with me.
Another friend trusts me with their real estate.
Another friend doesn’t trust me with their real estate.
Another deep connection and positive communication with a loved one.
Another good report of no prostate cancer.
Another not so good report that indolent lymphoma remains.

Surprises are normal, positive and not so positive.  Just as it was taking a little discipline to not freak out and to keep moving onward up the hill while a chipmunk ran underfoot, let’s all re-calibrate no matter the daily surprise and keep moving onward in this life. Chipmunks and troubles can pass underfoot and disappear as we stay focused on living, moving forward and becoming.

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Monday, May 18, 2020

PET Scan

A PET scan is a positron emission tomography that allows my oncologist to check on updates in the growth or disappearance of indolent lymphoma.  The scan uses a special dye containing radioactive tracers. These tracers were injected this morning in the DC Kaiser Permanente Facility.

So far, no cats, no dogs, no fish, no ferrets or any other pets have been detected.  If so, I would be charging some serious pet deposits for taking up residence in the bod. 

The nurses are wound up tight and when I showed up in a line for blood work, they asked what I needed and told them, “the receptionist sent me back here for free kisses”.  It was like they had not joked in so long, even my bad joke got some serious laughing.  We had a brief interlude from the very serious Covid 19 pandemic.

Covid 19 delayed the test for a few months.   Arriving early, I didn’t run into too many people and physical distancing was easy, and everything went smoothly.  The George Washington Memorial Highway is a delightful travel route and a stressful moment wasn’t.

My days are always interesting, and today started at 4:30 a.m. with writing an offer on a home for parents wanting to invest in a home for their daughter while she is in college.   In the afternoon a friend called and wanted help finding a new commercial location for his business.  A recently widowed friend wants a rental and this morning the owner told me he didn’t want cats.  When I gave her the information, we joked and I said, no worries I will find you a "cat house".  She hadn't laughed in weeks. 

My recent widowed client as well as the nurses briefly enjoyed a little brevity in the midst of some serious stuff.

A friend found a very funny video a few weeks ago and after laughing very hard, she found herself also crying afterwards.  It is like our emotions have been on hold, that we are not laughing or crying very much, and one releases the other.

As a coach/realtor/pastor, it is joys and sorrows and all in between.

If you need a coach/realtor/pastor to share your joys, sorrows and all the in betweenness it will be an honor to serve.