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When is it ok to give up?
When Is It Ok To Give Up?
Hmm...how about that one to get the juices flowing?
When is it ok to throw in the proverbial towel? Not the little square hand towel you use to wipe your nose. I’m talking about the big, giant, fluffy, cozy, white, beach towel of surrender—the big one that’s sitting on the top shelf of your bathroom closet…just a little out of your reach…or is it?
How much is too much?
How hard is too hard?
How many times is one too many times?
How difficult is too difficult?
How challenging is too challenging?
How strenuous & arduous is too strenuous & arduous?
How many obstacles are too many to overcome?
How many hurdles are too many to jump?
How many straws is the last straw?
Well…do you have an answer?
What was it for you?
Have you ever waved that ever-so-shameful and embarrassing 1000 lb. flag of surrender before?
Or maybe you’re just one of those faith filled friars that just float into work on your fuzzy fabric of unflappable, unphaseable tapestry that has never experienced the defeat or knock-out punch of life.
If you’ve never experienced the bitterness of waving the wispy white wand of weakness…get ready…because your time may come…
I mean even in the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth (BIBLE), it says that if you choose to live a certain way, there will be struggles & challenges (Matt 5). And, gee whiz, even the Optimus Prime of aPostles, Peter, had to take the proverbial knee when he disavowed his very own Teacher, Coach, Mentor…not once…but three stinkin’ times…in a ROW! Are you kiddin’ me? C’mon Pete…get it together buddy.
And wasn’t it big Pete again, who when given the opportunity to check out his “bare footing skills” on the Sea Of Galilee when he stepped out of the boat, he sunk like the Titanic.
I mean if Big Papa Pete had to wave the wand of weenie-ness, there’s a pretty darn good chance you may have to as well.
So…let’s just go out on a skinny, shaky limb & say that if Big Pete waved the white flag of surrender…on more than one occasion, there’s a chance you & I will too. And for the record…unfortunately, I’ve waved that wand of wussiness more times than I’d like to admit. As a matter of fact, there’ve been times in my life where I’ve felt I had my PhD in White Flag Surrendering 101, 201, 301 & 401. And it didn’t stop there…I’ve felt like I’ve even taught classes on how to do it.
So…what does that make me? Wow…you can’t imagine the number of times I’ve asked myself that question. Who are you? How many times are you gonna wave that flag, Gib? (That’s what I call myself. Sometimes, when I’m feeling especially good, I’ll call myself, “The Gibbenator”.) :-) Why are you waving the flag…again? Why are you being such a weenie, Gib? What’s your problem, Gib? Why are you being such an Oscar Meyer weenie?
In my infinitesimally finite experience, I’ve arrived at this conclusion. Let’s go back to the beginning. The very beginning.
“When Is It Ok To Throw In The Towel?”
When you own a Rolls Royce, when is it ok to turn it into the scrap heap?
When you own a Rolex, when is it ok to bust out your sledgehammer & smash it into a million pieces?
When you own a home, when is it ok to dowse it w/gasoline & torch the place?
When you own an antique artifact, when is it ok to use it for fire wood?
When you own a vintage automobile, when is it ok to use it in a demolition derby?
When you’re in combat and getting shot at and you have only one good weapon w/ammo, when is a good time to just pitch it & start throwing rocks?
When you have a disobedient kid, when is it ok to trade them in for a better one?
But what if your kid is disobedient repeatedly, surely at some point it’s ok to turn them in for an upgrade, right?
What is the most priceless thing in the world to you? I would venture to guess it’s either a child or a family member, a spouse, parent or sibling. Have they ever wronged you before? How many times have they wronged you? Have they ever let you down? Surely you’ve never let them down, right? When should they cut you off? When should they stop accepting you? When should they give up on you?
OR, when would you tell your kid to just give up. “Throw in the towel, little Johnny. You pretty much suck like a Kirby vacuum at this thing we call life. Just give up now. You’re basically gonna be the Nacho Libre of Neophyte Nothings, so just call it quits little buddy.”
OR, how about we flip the script a little? What if your little Johnny or little Susie looked up at you in the eye balls and said, “You know what, Pops? I can tell you’ve never even lifted a parenting book, much less actually read one. Just based on the number of times I’ve noticed you’re completely clueless on that thing you call ‘parenting’; I’m pretty much done w/you. You’ve screwed up enough times as a parent, so why don’t you just call it quits. I’m just gonna call 1-800-GET-A-REALDAD and then my life will be far out groovy cool.”
Can you even imagine either one of those scenarios?
I’m really hoping you’re catching my snow drift.
I’m really hoping you connected the dots on my crayola crayon picture.
I’m really hoping I’ve made it clear that the answer to “When’s a good time to call it quits and throw in the towel…for good?” is NEVER. Never, ever, ever, never.
As in Winston Churchill’s famous speech, “Never…never…never…give up.” And then he walked off the stage.
So, my dear friend, I’ve got two closing thoughts to wrap this up:
1.) 1.) Exchange your wimpy wand of wussiness for the Extra Large Life’s Louisville Slugger. Use your same wand waving muscles to swing that monster bat around & start beating the snot outta whatever giant may have the guts to face you.
2.) 2.) Never, never, never give up. I don’t care if you get knocked down. Beat down. Thrown down. Or you just wanna break down. Just picture Hulk Hogan (HH) back in his glory days. When he’d get slammed to the ring & it looked like it was all over but the shoutin’…and Hogan’s opponent was doing the happy dance…all of a sudden, you’d get a little glimpse of Hulk Hogan’s big index finger startin’ to wiggle as he laid flat on the mat…and then a few seconds later his hand would start to jiggle…and then a few seconds later his whole arm was a wavin’…and then a few seconds later he’d slowly drag himself up to one knee…and that was about the time when the opponent knew he was in deep Korean kimchee…and the bad guy would start to wale on Hulk w/all he had, but it was too late…HH already had his mojo back…as the crescendoing crowd immediately rushed to his aid w/applause (because everyone loves an overcomer), the mighty Hulk Hogan went from one knee to standing back up on his two big giant oak tree legs & commenced the marvelous beat down of beat downs…until he was VICTORIOUS.
Keep fighting...until you win.
I believe in you.
Go.
Do.
Pursue.
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One Goal...
Alright super people...
So, as I'm writing this post, we're already 3 days into the New Year...wow...I think now is an appropriate time to drop the wonderfully overused cliche..."My, how time flies…”
Seriously, can you believe it? It's Two Thousand and Ten...are you kidding me? Back in the old days growing up as a kid I remember looking on the 21st Century as a mythical dragon or a land far away...off in some distant land that I would never reach...only something that my successors would be living in. You know, kinda like how we watch a movie like the latest Terminator movie as some futuristic never-in-our-generation-sci-fi flick or like Tom Cruise in the movie Minority Report. How cool were those "air computer screens" he would just access by moving his fingers in the air like a conductor conducts an orchestra or when he would stand over a "table" & physically touch this digital "table" & manipulate the images by just flicking them w/his appendages or enlarging the photos by placing his left & right pointer fingers on the table & spreading his fingers apart.
I thought, "man, there's no way that'll ever happen." And then a few years later the iTouch & iPhone are launched. Now, my 2-yr old knows how to use my iPhone better than my wife does. That's no joke.
Amazing isn't it?
Or the first time I heard about someone developing a telephone that will be able to go in a car. “HA! Whatever! That’s absurd! I’m sure the next thing you’re gonna tell me is how one day we’ll be able to carry around a telephone in our hands!”
Or how about when my dad told me about someone may have discovered a way to shoot a laser beam containing music onto a small flat disc ¼ the size of our vinyl Beethoven records and that someday 8-tracks & vinyls would be extinct like the dinosaur. “Yeah, sure, Dad! Ok! Wink, wink. Got it, Dad. Whatever you say.”
Time. Technology. Life. Change.
The seasons of life seem to blow by us as if Hurricane Katrina were our standard of living.
WHAM…I was 5 riding in a little 2-seater Go-Cart with my adopted Grandpa Georgey on a little farm in Norman, OK. Then, WHAM, I was 10 in a small little 1,000 person farming community in central IL riding on the back of a tractor shucking corn. Then, WHAM, I was a 15 yr old freshman as a back-up wide receiver on our varsity football team due to my amazing blazing 8.0 sec 40-yard dash time. (Not exactly sure why they called it the 40-yard “dash” anyway!) Then, WHAM, I was a 20-yr old college kid at West Point taking more credit hours of classes per semester than I was old. Then, WHAM, I was a married Infantry officer in the 82nd Airborne Division jumping out of very comfortable, cozy, quiet luxury Air Force airplanes at 800 ft above the ground to get to work. (Hopefully you caught the sarcasm in that one.) Then, WHAM, I was 30, already had two black belts in failed conventional start-up businesses (an outdoor fitness club & a mobile medical imaging center) and a successful online marketing business. Then, WHAM, I was 35…happily married for almost 14 yrs now w/a vibrant bilingual little 2-yr old girl that currently waves and says “bye bye poopy” as she’s watching her newly plopped poopy disappear into the bowels of the porcelain poopy catcher…(fortunately I don’t have any more “Wham’s” to throw out at you…at least not for another 4.5 years!)
Wow…that was a little bit of an intimidating exercise…sum up your life in 5-yr increments that takes up a small paragraph. Hmm…makes you ponder your significance & effectiveness.
At any rate, we can all do it, and it still baffles me how fast time shoots by like a 45-caliber bullet.
So, as we plan & set goals for 2010, what’s it gonna be? Knowing that THIS year, this two thousand and tenth year, is gonna zing by…what’s that ONE goal…that ONE thing…that if the sky fell in 2010 and someone flushed your life’s toilet and everything is just swirling around and around…what would that ONE goal be that if it was the ONLY thing you accomplished, it would bring you happiness & fulfillment?
I know we all like to set 85 goals a year (or maybe that’s just me) and have more good intentions for the New Year then Sears has power tools…but just this once…think about just ONE goal. The Grand Daddy Goal of them all…the Cats Pajamas Goal…the Grand Pubah Goal…the Mother Load Goal…the Taj Mahal of Goals…the penultimate ninja “Chuck Norris” of Goals (which we all know trumps all other goals combined!)…
I encourage you to set THAT goal. Focus on THAT goal. Set a game plan for THAT goal. Get some accountability in your life for THAT goal. Set up some good positive self-talk for THAT goal. Put THAT goal up on your refrigerator or bathroom mirror and focus on accomplishing THAT goal for 2010. All the other myriad & minutiae of goals are all gravy on the toppings of our 2010. But, for 2010, keep the main thing the main thing. After you plan, prepare, focus on and attack that ONE main overarching goal you set for 2010, celebrate! Encourage yourself! Build yourself up! Do a big giant happy dance! But, seriously, build upon that one foundational goal you set for yourself in 2010.
You NEED to accomplish THAT goal this year. You must. For yourself. For others—directly or indirectly. For God. For your children. You must and you will. I KNOW you can. I know you WILL.
Go.
Do.
Pursue.
I believe in you.
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