Hearts with a Mission: Homeless 2 Hopeful Super Hero Run

This weekend I ran in the Hearts with a Mission – Homeless 2 Hopeful Super Hero Run. Their mission is to serve homeless and at-risk youth by providing shelter, educational support, mentoring and transition planning with a faith-based approach.

The folks at Quantum supported the event by helping to build the runners kits, prepping my “Captain Quantum” costume, and sponsoring the event. It was a great morning for a beautiful run.

At Quantum, our five Core Purpose statements are: Be Disruptive, Be Knowledge Givers, Be Experts… on this day, it was all about Be Fun and Be Servants. It’s a great privilege to participate in this event and to work for a company where giving back like this is not only supported but also encouraged

My buddy Dave had his drone on site, shot some footage and built this video.

If this is of interest to you Hearts with a Mission could certainly use your support., or maybe there is a similar organization in your local area that you can support.

#H2H #HeartsWithAMission #Homeless2Helpful


The Trolls Inside

For me, this struggle is real.

Thanks to Seth Godin who, once again, clearly identifies the problem and the steps to correct.

Seth's BlogThe Trolls Inside

The worst troll is in your head.

Internet trolls are the commenters begging for a fight, the anonymous critics eager to tear you down, the hateful packs of roving evil dwarves, out for amusement.

But the one in your head, that voice of insecurity and self-criticism, that’s the one you need to be the most vigilant about.

Do not feed the troll.

Do not reason with the troll.

Do not argue with the troll.

Most of all, don’t litigate. Don’t make your case, call your witnesses, prove you are right. Because the troll knows how to sway a jury even better than you do.

Get off the troll train. Turn your back, walk away, ship the work.

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Flattery Is Like Perfume

I was recently remind of a great story by Pastor Alistair Begg. With a bit of help from some great folks at @TruthForLife, I was able to find the story. A great reminder with a great truth.

truth-for-life-260x195-v7When I was a small boy my father use to take me to a number of events that I didn’t want to go to. Not least of all the singing of male voice choirs. And it always seem to happen on a Saturday afternoon. And as part of salve to my reluctance he would he would allow me to go into a confectionery store and purchase sweets or candies as you would say. And those were the days when they still had them in the big jars and they meted them out in 2 ounces or 4 ounces or whatever it was and so you pointed up and the lady got it down and then she poured it in the tray and weighed it and put it in a bag and she gave it to you. So there was a transaction involved.

And I remember particularly one place on a Saturday afternoon. I must have been all shined up and ready for action. Brill cream on the hair. Shaved up the back of my head. I looked like I was ready for the Army.

There were, I remember, a number of people in the store. I don’t know what happened in the shop, but it must have been that that somebody said complimentary things about this shiny faced, wee chap that was waiting for his sweets.

And when the shop cleared and it was just the lady and myself, this lady, who I don’t know, I met her once in my life, as she handed me the bag of candy, she lent over the counter, and she said, “Sonny, flattery is like perfume – Sniff it, don’t swallow it.”

Flattery is like perfume

Sniff it, don’t swallow it.


You can hear the full teaching at: “The Pulpit – It’s Power & Pitfalls

An abbreviated version of the quote is also available at the teaching “Betrayal and Denial

What are some of your favorite Alistair Begg quotes or stories?

“Try Not to Become a Man of Success. Rather Become a Man of Value.”

This is one of my favorite quotes. I came across it again on this Lifehacker Post.

“Try Not to Become a Man of Success. Rather Become a Man of Value.”

Being successful isn’t always the hardest thing in the world. It’s equal parts luck and hard work. But adding value to something is a lot harder, which is why Albert Einstein’s quote is a good reminder if you find yourself blinded by the hunt for success.

There’s nothing wrong with success, but oftentimes it’s easy to lose sight of who you are when you’re successful. If you keep your eyes on your own values, you’ll end up both successful and a good person, which is a pretty good combination.

All Too Common Ways We Allow Our Lives to Suck

Not happy with your professional or personal life? If that’s the case, the problem isn’t your upbringing, or a lack of opportunities, or bad luck, or the result of other people holding you back.

The problem is you.

If our lives suck, we’re letting it happen. Maybe the problem lies in what we believe – and in what we do.


1. We mistake political gain for achievement.

Infighting, positioning, trying to look better by making other people look worse… playing politics can help get you ahead.

But if you win by politics you ultimately lose since political success is usually based on the impulses, whims, and caprices of other people – often other people you don’t even like. That means today’s success can be tomorrow’s failure – and that success or failure is largely outside your control.

Real achievements are based on merit. Real achievements can’t be given or taken away by anyone.

Real success is truly satisfying.

2. We’re afraid of sniping or sarcasm.

Try something different. Try something other people won’t try. Almost immediately people will talk about you – and not in a good way.

The only way to keep people from being snide, disparaging, or judgmental is to say and do what everyone else does. Then, of course, you live their life and not yours. And you won’t be happy.

See people talking about you as a sign you’re on the right track – your track. Your track is the happy track.

Not theirs.

3. We don’t try to be last.

Everyone likes to be first. But often it’s better to be last: The last to give up, the last to leave, the last to keep trying, the last to hold on to principles and values.

The world is full of people who quit. The world is full of people who pivot (even though pivot is sometimes just a fancy word for “give up.”)

There will always be people who are smarter, more talented, better connected, and better funded. But they don’t always win. Be the last to give up on yourself; then, even if you don’t succeed, you still win.

4. We equate acquisition with satisfaction.

Psychologists call it “hedonistic adaptation,” a phenomenon in which people quickly turn the buzz from a new purchase into their emotional norm.

That “Aaah…” feeling you get when you look at your new house? It quickly goes away. The same is true for our new car, new furniture, and new clothes. Soon they’re not special; they’re what we have. They become “normal.” In order to recapture the “Aaah…” feeling we have to buy something else. The cycle is addictive.

And so we’re never satisfied. We can’t be. That’s not how we’re made.

That’s why real and lasting satisfaction comes from doing, not having. Want to feel good about yourself? One way is to actively help someone. Knowing you’ve made a difference in another person’s life is an “Aaah…” that lasts forever.

Knowing you’ve made a difference also creates an addictive cycle… but this time in a really good way.

5. We’re waiting for that big idea.

Stop trying. You won’t hit the big idea lottery. And even if you did come up with the ever-elusive big idea, could you pull off the implementation? Do you have the skills, experience, and funding?

Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t.

Either way, here’s something you definitely have: Tons of small ideas.

You don’t need to look for a big idea if you act on your little ideas. Happiness is a process, and processes are based on actions.

Try your small ideas – as many as you possibly can.

6. We don’t ship.

We’re naturally afraid to be “done” because then our idea, our product, or our service has to sink or swim. And we’re desperately afraid it will sink.

Maybe it will – but if you don’t put it out there it can also never swim. No product can be successful until it’s shipped. No application can be successful until it’s released. No service can be successful until it’s out in the field.

When in doubt, ship it out. Then make whatever you produce next a little better. And ship that. And keep going.

You can’t feel proud until you ship. So as Seth Godin would say, ship – a lot.

7. We see our resume or CV as an end result.

Many people collect jobs and experiences in pursuit of crafting a “winning” resume.

That’s backwards. Your resume is a report card. It’s a by-product of what you’ve accomplished, learned, and experienced.

Don’t base your life on trying to fill in the blanks on some “ideal” CV. Base your life on accomplishing your goals and dreams. Figure out what you need to do to get to where you want to be, and do those things.

Then let your resume reflect that journey.

8. We wait.

For the right time. The right people. The right market. The right something. And life passes you by.

The only right is right now. Go.

9. We don’t collect people.

Walk around your house. Or look around your office. Look at your stuff.

Now have your extended family over for dinner. Or get together with friends. Look at your people.

Which is more fulfilling – your stuff or your people? Thought so.

You can love your stuff… but your stuff can’t love you back.

10. We don’t realize we’re already happy.

Close your eyes.

Imagine I have the power to take everything you hold dear away from you: Family, job or business, home… everything. And I do. All of it, everything, is gone.

Would you beg and plead and offer me anything to get that life back? Would getting that life back mean everything to you? Would you realize that what you had is so much more important than what you didn’t have?

Would you realize that what I just took away was pretty freaking awesome? Of course you would.

Now open your eyes. Literally… and figuratively.

11. We don’t call our parents.

Your parents give you love and support in spite of all your faults and failures. You don’t even have to work for it.

Who can’t use a little more love and support?

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16 Ways I Blew My Marriage (Repost)

Note: This post has resonated with many folks. Dan Pearce, the author of the “16 Ways” piece did a great job. I don’t know Dan, but I’m glad I was able to find his story and pass his information along. He has a blog titled “Single Dad Laughing”. I’ve been surprised about the amount of traffic this post has garnered (although, it’s exciting too), but I don’t want to take credit that isn’t mine. I came across Dan’s post back in October. I encourage you to check it out. Thanks for sharing so many comments – go over and tell Dan, I’m sure he’d love to hear the feedback too! (TP)

Recently, I had a friend who just celebrated his first anniversary, then the birth of his first son all while starting his own business. He asked what advise I’d give him on topic of marriage (obviously demonstrating his level of desperation by asking me), but my list included:

  1. Be the first to apologize.
  2. Be quick to forgive.
  3. Your wife and your family is your first ministry – more important than all others.
  4. Remember that obedience is better than sacrifice. (1Sam 15). It will help set your priorities.

What would you say?

Then I came across “16 Ways I Blew My Marriage”  from a friend who posted it on Facebook. I thought it was an interesting insight by someone who has “lived it”. Even if I don’t necessarily agree with all of his points or reasons, there is some great insight here. Warning – some of the points may be more “adult” than what is appropriate for everyone to read. I’m just sayin’.

You know what blows big time?

The other night I was sitting with my family, most of whom are very successfully married. We were going in a circle giving our best marriage advice to my little sister on the eve of her wedding. It’s somewhat of a family tradition.

But that’s not what blows. What really blows is that I realized I don’t have any good marriage advice to give. After all, I’ve never had a successful marriage out of the two marriages I did have.

And so, when it was my turn, I just made a joke about divorce and how you should always remember why you loved your spouse when you first met her so that when times get tough you can find someone new that is just like she was.

There were a couple courtesy giggles, but overall my humor wasn’t welcome in such a beautifully building ring of profundity.

They finished round one, and for some reason started into another round. And that’s when I realized. Hey. I don’t have marriage advice to give, but I have plenty of “keep your marriage from ending” advice (two equivocally different things), and that might be almost as good.

It eventually came to me again, and what I said would have been such great advice if I were a tenth as good at saying things as I was at writing them.

And so, that night, I sat down and wrote out my “advice list” for my little sister. You know… things I wish I would have known or done differently so that I didn’t end up divorced (twice). After writing it, I thought maybe I’d share it with all of you, too.

I call it my “Ways I Blew My Marriage” list. Also, for the list’s sake, I am just going to refer to “her” instead of “them” even though they almost all were true in both marriages.


When I first dated the woman I ended up marrying, I always held her hand. In the car. While walking. At meals. At movies. It didn’t matter where. Over time, I stopped. I made up excuses like my hand was too hot or it made me sweat or I wasn’t comfortable with it in public. Truth was, I stopped holding hands because I stopped wanting to put in the effort to be close to my wife. No other reason.


I’d hold her hand in the car. I’d hold her hand on a star. I’d hold her hand in a box. I’d hold her hand with a fox. And I’d hold her hand everywhere else, too, even when we didn’t particularly like each other for the moment.


When you hold hands in the winter, they don’t get cold. True story.


Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts until she wasn’t around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely, if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.


I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make myself desirable so that she would desire me.


When you trim your man hair, guess what. She returns the favor.


For some reason, somewhere along the way, I always ended up feeling like it was my place to tell her where she was weak and where she could do better. I sure as heck didn’t do that while we were dating. No, when I dated her I only built her up, only told her how amazing she was, and easily looked past all of her flaws. After we got married though, she sometimes couldn’t even cook eggs without me telling her how she might be able to improve.


I wouldn’t say a damned thing about anything that I thought could use improvement. I’ve learned since my marriage ended that there is more than one right way to do most things, and that the imperfections of others are too beautiful to try and change.


When you tell her what she’s doing right, she’ll tell you what you’re doing right. And she’ll also tell her friends. And her family. And the dentist. And even strangers on the street.


I knew how to woo a girl, for sure. And the ticket was usually a night in, cooking a nice meal and having a romantic evening. So why is it then, that I didn’t do that for her after we got married? Sure, I’d throw some canned soup in the microwave or fry up some chimichangas once in a while, but I rarely if ever went out of my way to sweep her off her feet after we were married by steaming crab legs, or making fancy pasta, or setting up a candlelit table.


I’d make it a priority to cook for her, and only her, something awesome at least every month. And I’d remember that meat in a can is never awesome.


Candlelit dinners often lead to candlelit bow chica bow-wow.


I’m not talking about the angry kind of yelling. I’m talking about the lazy kind of yelling. The kind of yelling you do when you don’t want to get up from your television show or you don’t want to go ALL THE WAY UPSTAIRS to ask her if she’s seen your keys. It really doesn’t take that much effort to go find her, and yelling (by nature) sounds demanding and authoritative.


I’d try to go find her anytime I needed something or wanted to know something, and I’d have both gratitude and manners when I did. I always hated when she would yell to me, so why did I always feel it was okay to yell to her?


Sometimes you catch her doing something cute that you would have missed otherwise.


I always felt I was the king of not calling names, but I wasn’t. I may not have called her stupid, or idiot, or any of the other names she’d sometimes call me, but I would tell her she was stubborn, or that she was impossible, or that she was so hard to deal with. Names are names, and calling them will drive bigger wedges in communication than just about anything else.


Any time it got to the point that I wanted to call names, I’d call a time-out and come back to it later. Or better yet, I’d call her names, but they’d be names like “super sexy” or “hotness.” Even in the heat of the moment.


She’ll call you names in better places. Like the bedroom.


As the main bread earner, I was always so stingy with the money. I’d whine about the cost of her shampoo or that she didn’t order water at restaurants, or that she’d spend so much money on things like pedicures or hair dye jobs. But seriously. I always had just as many if not more things that I spent my money on, and in the end, the money was spent, we were just fine, and the only thing my bitching and moaning did was bring undo stress to our relationship.


I’d tell her I trusted her to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she felt like she needed it. And then, I’d actually trust her to do it.


Sometimes she will make bad purchase decisions, which leads to makeup purchase decisions. Like that new gadget you’ve had your eyes on.


There was never any argument that was so important or pressing that we couldn’t wait to have it until the kids weren’t there. I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist or super-shrink to know why fighting in front of the kids is a dangerous and selfish way of doing things.


I would never, ever, not even once fight in front of the kids, no matter how big or how small the issue was. I’d maybe make a code word that meant, “not with the kids here.”


When you wait to fight, usually you both realize how stupid or unimportant the fight was and the fight never happens.


I always thought it was love to tell my spouse, “I don’t care if you don’t take care of yourself. I don’t care if you don’t exercise. I don’t care if you let yourself go.” But that was lying, and it was lying when she said it to me because the truth is, we did care and I wish that we would have always told each other how sexy and attractive the other was any time we’d go workout or do something to become healthier.


I’d ask her to tell me that she cared. I’d ask her to encourage me to go to the gym. I’d ask her to remind me of my goals and tell me I’m strong enough to keep them.


Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And happy people don’t kill other people. (Name that movie!)


I don’t know why, but at some point I started thinking it was okay to poop with the bathroom door open, and so did she. First of all, it’s gross. Second of all, it stinks everything up. Third of all, there is literally no way to make pooping attractive, which means that every time she saw me do it, she, at least in some little way, would have thought I was less attractive.


I’d shut the damn door and poop in private.


When she does think of your naked body, she’s not going to be thinking about it in a grunting/squatting position.


It always got to a point when I’d more or less stop kissing her. Usually it was because things were stressful and there was tension in our relationship, and so I’d make it worse by refusing to kiss her. This of course would lead to her feeling rejected. Which would of course lead to arguments about it. Other times I had my own issues with germs and whatnot.


I’d kiss her in the morning when she looked like people do in the morning. I’d kiss her at night when she’s had a long day. I’d kiss her any time I felt like she secretly wanted a kiss. And, I’d kiss her even when my germ issues kicked in.


She feels loved when you kiss her. That’s bonus enough.


Age shouldn’t matter. Physical ability shouldn’t matter. Couples should never stop having fun with each other, and I really wish I wouldn’t have gotten into so many ruts in which we didn’t really go out and do anything. And, I’ve been around the block enough times to know that when the fun is missing, and the social part of life is missing, so also goes missing the ability to be fully content with each other.


I’d make a rule with her that we’d never stay home two weekends in a row.


Awesome stories and awesome memories come from doing awesome things. And so do cherished embarrassing moments.


Pressuring each other about anything is always a recipe for resentment. I always felt so pressured to make more money. I always felt so pressured to not slip in my religion. I always felt so pressured to feel certain ways about things when I felt the opposite. And I usually carried a lot of resentment. Looking back, I can think of just as many times that I pressured her, so I know it was a two-way street.


I’d make it a point to celebrate the different views, opinions, and ways that she had of doing things. I’d find the beauty in differentiation, not the threat.


Authentic happiness becomes a real possibility. And so do authentic foot rubs.


Sometimes the easiest phrases to say in my marriage started with one of three things. Either, “you should have,” “you aren’t,” or “you didn’t.” Inevitably after each of those seemed to come something negative. And since when have negative labels ever helped anyone? They certainly never helped her. Or me. Instead, they seemed to make the action that sparked the label worsen in big ways.


I would learn to stop myself before saying any of those phrases, and then I’d switch them out for positive labels. Instead of “you should,” I’d say “you are great at.” Instead of saying “you aren’t,” I’d say “you are.” Instead of saying “you didn’t,” I’d say, “you did.” And then I’d follow it up with something positive.


The noblest struggles become far more conquerable. And you don’t think or believe that you’re a schmuck, which is always nice.


It was so easy in marriage to veto so many of the things she enjoyed doing. My reasoning, “we can find things we both enjoy.” That’s lame. There will always be things she enjoys that I will never enjoy, and that’s no reason not to support her in them. Sometimes the only thing she needs is to know that I’m there.


I’d attend many more of the events that she invited me to. I would actively participate and not tell all the reasons why I’d do it differently or how it could be better or more fun or time better spent.


Go to something she knows you don’t enjoy and the gratitude gets piled on later that night, like whipped cream on a cheesecake.


I never got to experience the power of make-up sex because any time my wife was mean or we got in a fight, I’d completely distance myself from her, usually for several days. Communication would shut down and I’d avoid contact at all cost. This never let things get worked out, and eventually after it had happened enough times I’d explode unnecessarily.


I’d let myself communicate my emotions and feelings more often, and I’d make sure that she knew I still loved her any time we had an ugly bout. Sure, we’d give each other some distance. But not days of distance.


Fantastic make-up sex. Or at least that’s the theory.

I had lots more, but the list started getting super long so I’ll stop right there. It’s amazing when you’ve had relationships end, just how much you learn and know you could have done differently, isn’t it?

My sister and her new husband will be amazing. Hopefully she’ll always be giving amazing marriage advice in the future and never have to hand out the “keep your marriage from ending” advice like I get to.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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Passion is the degree of difficulty we are willing to endure to accomplish the goal.