Years ago, a man I had just met asked me, “Brock, if you had all the money to go where you wanted to go and do what you wanted to do, what would that look like?”
This was the “find somebody you don’t know and introduce yourself” part of an eight week church men’s group, and the question caught me off guard. My mind scrambled for a proper response.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he said. “Forget about what anyone thinks. What’s in your heart?” Continue reading “Your Million Dollar Question”
Just a few hours before writing this post, I had barely finished half a bowl of chili when I felt a crunch as pain shot across my lower left jaw. My wife and oldest son turned with eyes wide. “What was that?” they said. I’d chomped onto a hard piece of gristle, but my tongue, probing for shrapnel, felt something larger wiggle.
Cold air rolled over the molar as I ran to the bathroom mirror with a flashlight. I found a quarter of the tooth completely separated but still attached to the gum. I shook my head and thought about a goal I’d set for myself exactly one year earlier—to eat healthier, exercise more, and shave thirty pounds. I had failed miserably with that goal and paid the price for it. Continue reading “Push It Real Good in 2015”