• #221
    Jul 13, 2014

    Answered Prayer in Murky Water

    Post Race Selfie
    Humility is a Dangerous Prayer Request

    In that same mirror, though, reflected the face of a finisher. I had finished last by a large margin, but I had crossed the finish line. I had done it, but I wouldn’t say I had conquered it. My impetuousness had been tempered with humility, and yellow-vested prayers had been answered.

  • #217
    May 7, 2014

    Walking Out of the Toy Store

    Photo credit: Crystal George
    Contentment in an Unexpected Place

    Sitting in a tiny, Italian restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, my wife asked me what was my biggest takeaway from my day representing MINI USA’s Final Test Test Drive program at the New York International Auto Show (NYIAS). I couldn’t answer her without a broken voice and tears escaping under my glasses and down my cheeks.

  • #216
    Apr 27, 2014

    What If I Told You My (Teenage) Dreams Came True?

    Hearst Interview
    Making Space for a New Dream

    I was whisked away to an adventure that would in no small way make the heart of those dreams come true.

  • #214
    Apr 22, 2014

    You Should Move Here, Too

    Hill City Sunset
    Some of the Many Reasons I Love Lynchburg

    I chose to move to Lynchburg and have fallen in love with it enough to call it home. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that my wife and I are factors in my sister and some of our closest friends emigrating to what we lovingly call “LynchVegas.” Here are the selling points with which I would counter the Lynchburg skeptics.

  • #213
    Apr 17, 2014

    11 Words I Needed to Hear

    NYIAS Foyer
    A Stranger on a Mission—To Me

    In the din of a bustling convention center, a wiry stranger walked up to me, leaned close to my shoulder, said one sentence, and then walked away. Before the gentleman even finished his deliberate sentence, I felt like he was sent to to deliver it to me.

  • #206
    Feb 19, 2014

    A Ticket to Spontaneity

    Crane Operator
    My Biggest Accomplishment in South Africa

    Back at my hostel, folks asked where I’d been; and I told them.

    Responses included, “They let you do that!?” and “How did you arrange that?”

    “I asked.”

    There are some big lessons in there for me—professional, relational, and spiritual ramifications that I’ve been processing since then. But on my first morning in Cape Town, I made the rest of the trip unnecessary. This would not be topped. This would be the story of the trip.

  • #204
    Feb 7, 2014

    The Adrenaline Rush I Didn’t Expect

    Chevrolet Spark
    Danger Comes in Small Packages

    If I were to measure the adrenaline rushes of my life in terms of cost per hour of participation, negotiating the Garden Route proved far more affordable than bungy jumping, sky diving, hang gliding, etc. That said, I wouldn’t mind paying extravagantly for safer ways to get my hits of endorphins, dopamine, and norepinephrine.

  • #203
    Feb 5, 2014

    The Invisible God I Saw on Vacation

    Arenal Waterfalls
    The Symmetry of Symbiosis

    My wife and I were on a romantic getaway in a jungle hotel. We toured the Arenal rain forest with a public-university-trained nature guide explaining the eccentricities of the flora and fauna that we saw as we meandered. What struck me more than anything were all the symbiotic relationships—both plants with creatures and creatures with other creatures. In their current state, neither could survive in their current form without the other in its current form.

  • #201
    Jan 26, 2014

    Bungy Jumping with Walter Mitty

    My Bloukrans Bungy Jump Leap
    Enjoying the Snow Leopards of Life

    So, while I didn’t really need to learn Walter’s primary lesson, it was the “two” of the movie’s “one-two” educational punch that hit me so hard that I got emotional in the theater.

  • #199
    Aug 11, 2013

    An Unawkward Birthday

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    We didn’t blow out any candles or eat any cake. Nobody sang the happy birthday song—let alone had to volunteer to start everybody singing it. Greg didn’t opened any gifts; and there wasn’t a stack of cards. I don’t think I saw any table cloths. Yet, as we walked back to the equipment sheds, Greg told me, “This may have been my best birthday ever.”

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