Friendships tend to work best when no one is keeping score. In my experience, having a good friend usually starts with being a good friend. Support, teach, learn, all the elements of family, friends also often share our passions and heighten enjoyment and awareness in ways that we could not reach alone. Those are the experiences that bond me to people, some who I’ve known since Junior High. Those moments I know someone has made me better are the ones that stay with me.
We are people, need each other. Thank God for populating my world with so many long time companions.
Pretty People and Beautiful Friends
I was bike riding by the lake this bright Saturday morning, navigating in my lane with hundreds of other Chicagoans going south and observing the many shapes and sizes of the hundreds traveling north.
The lakefront does not discriminate for age, gender, race or physical ability. Occasionally you will observe a warrior expressing frustration with the less capable folks getting their exercise, but generally, one encounters people enjoying their experience. Read More
To The Ends of the Earth- Week 1
China will always hold a warm place in my heart, though it did not start out that way.
I remember waiting for my turn through Immigration and Customs the first time arrived at the Beijing Capital International Airport. I was worrying if having the Beatles song “Revolution” on my iPod was going to cause difficulties. I had the verse “if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain’t gonna to make it with anyone anyhow” nervously streaming through my consciousness- ultimately for no good reason. Read More
Lighten The Load
Recently, I was reminded of an encounter way back in 2008 that left a lasting impression on my friend Tony.
We were in Shanghai having a quick lunch at a restaurant on a business trip. The table conversation was unremarkable, centering on preparations for a presentation of a technology solution we were offering to a large media company. We were slightly jet lagged, tired, moderately stressed and a long way from home. Read More
Friendly Wager
I have a great friend named QT who was born in Vietnam, relocated to Oklahoma as a boy and retains a distinctive Okie accent that causes double takes regularly. He worked for me on several occasions and always did a great job. As much as I respect him, it did not preclude me from having some fun at his expense from time to time.
One evening after work, we took our auditors out for an evening at Dodger Stadium. Several beers into the evening, the four of us took to making friendly wagers about events on the field. Read More
