Egypt, Baghdad, Chad, Cameroon, Beruit, Baghdad, Paris, Nigeria… 850 people injured or killed in terrorist incidents in these locations during the month of November alone. It breaks my heart. I feel helpless to do anything. The world is broken and hurting. People are angry and scared.
It isn’t a shooting pain or anything that makes me wince. No, it is more of a nagging, always there discomfort right where my back meet my right haunch. As if somehow attached, there is an equally hounding sore spot to the left of the nape of my neck into the trapezius muscle.
Things that were accomplished over the long weekend:
- Connecting with friends and being present in the moments together
- Fun — lots of fun
- Consumed many delicious things… perhaps in more than enough quantities 😉
- Relived my late teens by waterskiing
- Spent three days realizing with every move that I’m not 20, but 37
I love sports movies. Nothing sucks me in more than the journey to glory while battling adversity. Last night we had the honor of celebrating Chicago Blackhawk Scott Darling’s pinacle career achievement.
Standing at my gate ready to board my flight, I panicked looking for my suit case. I turned in a slow circle as little black suit cases stared back at me. None of them were mine. I knew I had my bag when I went through TSA. Where would I have left it? My heart raced. My breath became shallow. Sweat was seeping out all of my pores.