Finished! Sort of. There are now 300 principles, just 66 away from one principle per day. Reading one a day doesn’t sound so bad, does it? I will work on expanding each principle into one or two pages at some point in time. Please keep checking back for updates and expanded principles.
Please see the link below to see a PDF version of my principles of life.
This Veteran’s Day, I chose to remember all the veterans who are no longer alive; they need someone to carry on their memory.
Did you know that the last living known WWI vet died in 2012? She was Florence Green from Great Britain who died on 4 February 2012 at 110 years. She was an officers’ mess steward for the RAF.
The last living American WWI vet died in 2011. He was Frank Buckles who drove Ambulances to and from the front lines. He was later tasked with escorting German POWs, one of which gave him a belt buckle with the inscription “Gott mit uns” which means “God is with us”
Below is a poem by Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae which was first written in 1915. This is the origin of using poppies in remembrance of veterans.
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.”
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” – Wayne Gretzky
“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” – Michael Jordan
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” – Thomas Edison
“You gotta act. And you’ve gotta be willing to fail, you gotta be ready to crash and burn, with people on the phone, with starting a company, with whatever. If you’re afraid of failing, you won’t get very far.” – Steve Jobs
Every one of the above-quoted contributors is overwhelmingly considered successful. Whether it be sports, technology or some other field, there is a strongly defined definition of success and failure. The difference is simply this:
If you never try, you will always fail.
It doesn’t matter what you are trying for. Maybe its to get a high paying job. Perhaps its to write a book or innovate at something you believe will change the world (hopefully for the good of all). If you never try, you will always fail.
Put it another way; if you just sit back and dream and never try, you are being selfish. A dream is just a goal without a deadline. You will keep that dream to your self and never share it. Now, doesn’t that sound selfish? If you reach just one other person out of a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, etc…. all the way up until the number of souls in the universe… Just one person? Well, that is still light years above reaching no one.
You owe it to your fellow souls to at least try. If you fail, you are still successful because at least you tried. The world is full of people that haven’t tried. Don’t be one of those people.
So I don’t remember where I heard this, but I definitely think it is a good life rule.
#1: Never order food that is delivered through a window.
Today, things move at a fast pace and we expect our food at an even faster pace. This is why places like McFastFood and Burger Royalty are so popular. We believe that we are so busy that we cannot spare a few extra moments to wait for food that is not trying to kill us.
Keep in mind, I don’t believe that fast food joints are maliciously trying to kill us, no. That would kill their bottom line (pun intended). Instead, I believe that they are not concerned about long-term ramifications of what we are ordering. A gallon of soda, a side of oil-saturated potatoes and something that may or may not be beef between bread that never molds*. Chalk it up to answering to shareholders or gaining the instant gratification that they serve to their billions of customers. McFastFood-like joints are in the business of serving an impatient society, and they are killing it at what they do. (Still, pun intended)
Based on this and the innate, human logic that if you can order, pay for and receive your food in the amount of time it takes to pull your car to the next window, it probably isn’t the best thing to be putting into your body. If things continue, it’s just a matter of time before we have a delivery system that will inject the food directly into you while you drive through. No stopping involved.
* Disclaimer: I love the taste of McFastFood but try to stay away from them when I can.
Traditionally, IT Support has been just that, a support role. As such, many IT Support organizations have self-withdrawn into their own world. They may only mildly consider the people they support because they know that the organization depends on them. It is because of their actions that things on the technology front run smooth.
This is entirely the wrong way to think about this role.
Treat IT Support as a Hospitality Role
First and foremost, we should consider IT Support as a hospitality role. Most notably, support specialist should treat the individual or individuals as an esteemed guest and not as a support client. I do not say this to demand better treatment, special care or consideration for when I put in a support ticket. As a former Systems Support professional, I understand and sympathize with their responsibility and understand how hard that job can be. But when a Support Specialist behaves as if you are an inconvenience and not their primary responsibility, the client feels that impression from IT Support and are turned off by it.
Ask yourself this question: in your last encounter with an IT Support Staff member, did you feel special, like you were the only thing the Support specialist was concerned with at the time? Or did you feel bitter, bad like you were an interruption and didn’t really get what you needed from your support staff?
If IT Support were a hotel or a restaurant, would you go back again? Unfortunately, in many organizations, the answer to this last question is a disappointing ‘No!’
Too many IT Support Team members know
they have a monopoly on the IT infrastructure. If they desire, they can cause massive amounts of damage. Damage that, depending on the organization, could cause monetary loss greater than most terrorist attacks that have occurred since 9/11.
The San Francisco Example
Take, for example, Terry Childs. Childs, a 43-year-old computer network administrator, who, in 2008, locked San Francisco officials out of their new FiberWAN network. This network houses important government documents, including PII information. Did he do this for money? Probably not. His base salary was north of $120k and he did not even live in America’s most expensive city. Did he do it as a statement, maybe. Most likely, this was probably an insurance policy protecting him against being fired for performance. He knew that IT Support has a monopoly in any organization, he bet that he could at least make a statement (which he did) if not get what he really wanted, notoriety and job security.
Organization can try to pay their way out of this threat but trying to pay IT Support Professionals more money only because of their special monopoly is only kicking the can down the road. It covers the symptoms but does not treat the disease.
Treating the Disease
All the Edward Snowdens and Bradley (Chelsea) Mannings of the world are a testament that Computer Systems Support need to change the way they operate. It is time for a change. That change is to transform IT Support departments into a hospitality role and not a support role.
All the IT Support professionals reading this are probably cringing and wondered to themselves, “Why should I change, you need me!” This is true, we do need IT Support professionals, but we also need hospitality professionals when we travel. We need computer updates and we need clean bed sheets. We need new computers and software installed just and we need food and beverages when we are out travelling. The big difference is that there is a monopoly, for good reason, within the organization for IT Support.
Fight or Flight
When IT Support is run like a monopoly it leaves bad experiences for the people they support. Bad experiences mean that employees will circumvent IT Support in the future. Avoiding IT because of bad experiences is a security risk for your organization at the technology level. That employee who can’t remember a complex password that IT has set and prevents her from changing? She will write it on a post-it and, if the organization is lucky, put it in a locked drawer. More likely, it will be found under her keyboard or sticking right on her monitor.
People tend to avoid things that they are uncomfortable with. This is the fight or flight response at work and it happens in the IT world. Circumventing IT Security policies or beating frustrating computer equipment, fight or flight is real in the corporate world. PC Load Letter, anyone?
A Radical Solution
A radical solution to this, in my opinion, is to first of all, have professionals from the hospitality industry retrain IT Support professionals. Train IT professionals on how they can be more hospitable towards the staff they support.
Second, organizations should outsource what they can. Outsourcing will add a level of personal separation between the support staff and the people they support. This separation is a level closer to IT as a hospitality industry. This also has the added benefit of saving an organization money in the long run.
Next, eliminate the special perks that IT has that are not necessary to their job such as special access and abuse of work hours. People see this abuse and are turned off by the apparent abuse of power that IT Support professionals have.
Last but certainly not least, enforce the Golden Rule for the IT Support Staff; treat the people who are their support guests as they would like to be treated. That will go a long way in eliminating the appearance of an IT Support monopoly and the dirty laundry that comes with it.
The shooting that happened in Florida is a sad affair as is any shooting. What’s even more sad is people’s polarized reactions to what happened on Facebook and other social media outlets.
Blindly sharing memes in support and against gun control and other contributing factors is not helping anything. These memes (often times oversimplifying the reasons for the shooting such as “God is not allowed in schools anymore” “More people are killed by falling down their stairs than byintruders in their homes” just to name a few) do not help and in fact, inflame or enrage people on both sides; and so the cycle continues.
If you are for gun control, do something about it. Call your congressman, push for legislation.
If you are against gun control, do something about it. Call your congressman, push for legislation.
If you want God in the schools, organize a group at your church, temple, mosque, or other religious institution to form an outreach committee to see how they can help the schools, teachers, staff, parents and students cope and understand.
The bottom line is, don’t be rude without knowing it and post meme’s or posts with questionable validity and think you’ve done your part. You haven’t. Sometimes the truth is hard to hear, but if you want change, make change happen.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this day. In a lot of ways I have been looking forward to it, yet in other ways I have been fearing the memories of this date one year ago. I am choosing to embrace this day as the day that I was given a second chance. I will not ruin it.
One year ago, I got really sick; I had been sick for a few weeks, but it got really bad a year ago. Piper and I went to the doctor’s office before they closed. It was there that the doctor told me I had acute pancreatitis and needed to be admitted to the hospital.
For brevity sake, I will say that three days later I was in UNMC in Omaha for what would end up being almost a month.
The doctors took great care of me during this time and it is only recently that I have really come to understand the seriousness of my illness. Sepsis took hold as memories faded; there was a very real chance that I might not have made it.
Thanks to the care of the doctors and the nursing staff as well as a strong will to survive, I fought off my illness and about 6 to 9 months later, was back to full strength. I feel better now than I have in years. I have embraced a healthier lifestyle which includes giving up alcohol, eating healthier and exercising. The stress I put myself through has vanished as I picked up a healthier mental health lifestyle.
I would like to thank all of you who were thinking of me, praying for me or visited me. Without all this support, I don’t think I would be here now. It was not just my doctors, nurses nor myself alone that was responsible for my recovery but instead, all of you who gave me the strength to carry on and fight.
As most of you know, I love quotes so as I close, I want to leave you with this one that I try to remember every time I have flashbacks to that time in the hospital or have fears that I am going to get sick again. Thank you once again one and all.
“Fear doesn’t prevent death. It prevents life.”
― Naguib Mahfouz
Simply put, hate is so much more than an emotion or a reaction. To me, hate is a contract one makes with something, be it a situation or a person or something else, in which they will do absolutely anything immoral, unethical or illegal to eliminate that something from not only their own existence but from existence in general.
From a Christian point of view, hate violates almost every commandment laid out in the book of Exodus in the Bible. I won’t specifically lay out violations here as that would make this rather quick post so much longer than it needs to be.
Lately, hate has seemed to grow in America. The Southern Poverty Law Center has reported that hate groups in America have grown to more than 900 in the year 2017, an increase of over 100 from the previous year. Again, this is not a post about hate crime, it is more about my perception of hate.
The word “hate” is greatly overused by people who are unaware of the weight and meaning that it carries. You hear people all the time say, “I hate these jeans.” or “I hate this person” when they don’t really mean hate. They don’t care for a piece of apparel or a person, but they would generally not go so far as to take measures to destroy these things they claim they hate. One of the things I try to avoid in my life as much as possible is the use of the word “hate”; in fact, I cannot remember using it in recent history because of my interpretation of the word.
First of all, I am alright, just some bumps and bruises. Now for the story.
Setting the Scene
It was a dark and dreary Friday the 13th, not really, but it sets the mood, and I was on my way to work at a little after 7 travelling a well traveled street in my hometown. The street is a four lane with no center turning lanes. Traffic was heavy on account of parents ferrying their clones and clonettes to one of the local middle schools that bounds this street. Occupying the inside lane was little ole’ me in my nice (read: nice to me) Chevy Cobalt, proudly flying my new geek stickers in the back windshield. Minutes away from work, I was cruising along the flow of traffic, an SUV to the right of me began to slow and turn onto a side street that leads to the previously mentioned middle school. That’s when it happened.
The second SUV, the bringer of curses (note: I am not saying the driver was a bringer of curses and I am neither accusing nor abdicating the driver of any responsibility outside of the fact that they were cited for the incident while I was not. I am not going to air my grievances here, that is what Festivus is for. Continuing…)
The SUV of curses decided it would be a good time to turn left in front of me while I was going straight. Adreneline coursed through my veins as I went into superhero mode. Time slowed, threats became real and a quick, instinctual evaluation told me that my best course of action was to slam on the breaks and veer left towards the oncoming traffic lane (there was no traffic oncoming at the time).
Microseconds before the impact, a few things ran through my mind not necessarily in the following order:
At least I don’t have to worry about my appointment tomorrow to get the slow leak in the tire taken care of and the oil changed.
Some of those were probably post factual thoughts well after the accident, but the first one definitely did run through my mind at the moment of impact.
The impact was nothing like I expected; I was not jolted and jarred the way I thought I would be, the airbag did not hit my face or chest like I thought it would and I appeared relatively unscathed. I got out of the car and I was in shock.
Adrenaline was receding from my body and refusing to work anymore. In my dazed state people asked me if I was ok and I told them I was. The driver of the Bringer of Curses came up to me to make sure I was alright and apologized admitting fault. I was trying to remain calm about the situation and told the driver that I was but I had no desire to talk to them at this point, maybe later after all of this is settled, but I was understandably upset about the situation. I called 911
I must have still been in shock because I don’t remember much of the conversation with 911 except for the fact I told them that I was in an accident, gave them the location a description of the vehicles, and the fact that my airbags deployed; for some reason, this detail seemed extremely important to tell them but I don’t know why.
The Waiting is the Hardest Part… Thanks Tom Petty
I stood on the sidewalk for a short while until the police arrived. It was not until after they arrived on scene that I began coming out of my shock. Details are a
little more clear after that point. Itried to call my wife but there was no answer so I left a message. I asked the officer if any of this was my fault to which he told me that they don’t determine fault, but that the other driver, the driver of the Bringer of Curses had been cited for failure to yield. I watched as they measured the distance of my skid marks (the ones on the street, not in my underwear). It was then that I noticed that mine were the only skid marks, the Bringer of Curses had apparently hit me at full acceleration. Perhaps it was distraction, perhaps the last remnants of shock, I did not mention this to any of the officers.
I watched as they towed my favorite car away, that is when my wife called. She was understandably upset but I assured her that I was ok and that the officer was going to give me a ride home. It took a little bit of convincing but eventually she seemed to agree.
On the way home, I talked with the officer for a while, he was a really nice guy, been with KPD for five years. I told him of the time in a previous life when I was dispatcher and 911 operator and that my bachelor’s degree was actually in Criminal Justice. He spoke of his internship with the Omaha Police Department and the air unit which he described as a blast. Side note: I was accepted to do an internship with OPD but had to turn it down and write a thesis instead because of my previously mentioned job as a dispatcher/911 operator.
Once the officer dropped me off, my wife thanked him for bringing me home in a tone that sounded like a mother thanking an officer for bringing home her drunk son. (No, I was not drunk at the time of the crash, I know some of you may think that after the previous sentence). We shook hands, that’s when I noticed the burn on my left wrist and my brand new Xpanxion fleece jacket (note to self: Look into getting a new one). The officer said that that was common after an airbag deployment because it is deployed via an explosion and the vent in the bag opens on the left side of the bag.
My wife gave me a hug in the drive and we walked into the house. The bruises began to hurt and I took a nap.
RIP Chevy Cobalt 0 – 133354
The next morning, we went to retrieve my belongings from the car and really noticed the damage. The SUV hit me hard, we couldn’t even open the passenger side door and somehow, the back of the hood on the passenger side was bent up at a 90 degree angle, who knows what kind of devilry caused that.
The current status of things as of now is that I am waiting for a rental vehicle until the insurance is all settled and I am in a new ride. Until them, I am chilling and resting my weary, bruised and burned bones.
I don’t really believe in curses and Friday the 13th is just one of 365.25 days out of the year that this could have happened. I am going to make the best of this and not dwell on the negative, for a while now I have come to the conclusion that things happen for reasons and I would not be where I am at now if things haven’t aligned in certain ways throughout my life. I just need to sit back, relax and wait to see how this will positively impact my life.