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Touch Points: October 2007
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A fictional journey forward from touch points in the past. Thursday, October 25, 2007. Most people think that preachers only work one day a week. That would be Sunday. For most of you, that’s the day that you get all dressed up to see us do our job. And, hope we get it done before Kick Off time. If we do our job correctly you’ll remember something more than just the handshake after the service. It is something we hope for, but do not expect. What do you put in the plate? How can you participate? At times...
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Few Regrets: What Are You Building?
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009. What Are You Building? My dad rented space from the McCarthy Steel people. When I was a little kid he would take me to work some Saturdays while he did some office work. For an added treat when he was done we would walk over to the McCarthy offices. He would put 15 cents into the vending machine and let me push the button for a Payday candy bar. The big rough and tumble steel men made jokes at my expense, but the candy bar was good and made up for anything they could have said.
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Few Regrets: June 2009
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009. What Are You Building? My dad rented space from the McCarthy Steel people. When I was a little kid he would take me to work some Saturdays while he did some office work. For an added treat when he was done we would walk over to the McCarthy offices. He would put 15 cents into the vending machine and let me push the button for a Payday candy bar. The big rough and tumble steel men made jokes at my expense, but the candy bar was good and made up for anything they could have said.
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Few Regrets: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009. I was once a young buck in the business world. I had been a consultant with a “Big 6” accounting firm who was hired away by one of my clients. I was good, skilled, and in demand. My client, now my employer was growing like crazy and was clearly understaffed. In addition to my own responsibilities, I had to help to hire another 150 people to flesh out the organization. I had two young children to raise and a nascent business to plan for. My new office enjoyed a view of the. I was ...
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Few Regrets: Angels of Death
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009. I was once a young buck in the business world. I had been a consultant with a “Big 6” accounting firm who was hired away by one of my clients. I was good, skilled, and in demand. My client, now my employer was growing like crazy and was clearly understaffed. In addition to my own responsibilities, I had to help to hire another 150 people to flesh out the organization. I had two young children to raise and a nascent business to plan for. My new office enjoyed a view of the. I was ...
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Few Regrets: Modern Health Care
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009. I broke my foot the other day in a silly accident. . Nothing exotic. . Nothing that I really will have great stories about. . It was a common household accident that could and probably does happen to a couple of thousand people everyday. . I stepped on my foot the wrong way and just went down. . After a couple of minutes on the floor to assess the damage, I got up and walked carefully a few feet to sit down. . It was time to go see somebody who knew what they were doing.
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Few Regrets: August 2008
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Monday, August 18, 2008. The church was abuzz. Dr. John was the brand new preacher from. I had spent the whole of my youthful life in middling. Was a big city I had heard about. In fact,. Was a city just about as big as they come. Sure there were other big cities, but I didn’t actually ever get to see anyone from them. Was as far removed from. As I thought anybody could get. People from. Must be different somehow. I was excited to get to see him, this man from. Who had come to our town to be our preacher.
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Few Regrets: February 2008
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Friday, February 15, 2008. What Do You See? Here are a few great men and women who see in their mind’s eye what the rest of us cannot. They see the world as oddly deficient; lacking in that one thing that would make life simpler, better, more tolerable, or esthetically more pleasing. They not only see what’s missing, they try to make the world whole. Some are successful, some are not, but the ones that do manage to fill the gap actually affect change in the world. The price of his passion is well known.
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Few Regrets: The Prettiest Girl I Had Ever Seen
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009. The Prettiest Girl I Had Ever Seen. Later on in college, I was talking to a new found friend, and, in the spirit of small talk, I mentioned where I was from. The conversation evolved from there into a discussion of how small a world it really was. It turns out that he knew a Terry Richardson. In fact, the. I have always been drawn to this painting. The mood it evokes in me is unique, but I had been at a loss to understand. As the light played across the faces of the boating pa...
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Few Regrets: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009. The Prettiest Girl I Had Ever Seen. Later on in college, I was talking to a new found friend, and, in the spirit of small talk, I mentioned where I was from. The conversation evolved from there into a discussion of how small a world it really was. It turns out that he knew a Terry Richardson. In fact, the. I have always been drawn to this painting. The mood it evokes in me is unique, but I had been at a loss to understand. As the light played across the faces of the boating pa...
