I’ve been a bit lazy today, the result of an unfocused mind. In truth, I’ve been struggling to come up with something brilliant to say to honor my father.
He has always asked us to be our best, to give the maximum effort and let that guide our satisfaction with the results. It is a valuable lesson, because understanding the importance of the energy put into the task and the capabilities of the individual doing so frames relationships all throughout life.
I think I’ve always mirrored my dad, as most boys do. I picked up his mannerisms and some personality traits, though I strive to be better in certain areas. My hope is to be a further evolution, an advancement of some sort, just as he was a step above his father. I will pray the same happens with my son (and daughter, whenever they finally arrive).
The truth is, I could certainly find worse examples to follow. He is a caring, kind and respectful man. He’s smarter than he thinks, more articulate than he believes and an extremely capable leader. He is a raving fan, trusted adviser and faithful friend.
He’s a tough act to follow. I like it that way.
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“Dads Are Key To Making Us Human” by Dr. Nick Campos
Despite what you may feel–or what advertisers might want you to believe–you have a magnificent body. It is, without a doubt, the most amazing creation in the history of…ever. My sense of wonder about its inner workings and the intricacy of the design has led me to believe I work with God every day.
Thus, I have sat down this morning to type out the first of many “Sunday Sermons” to share my perspective on the spiritual connection I gain from my education and practice. As a sort of introduction, I decided to begin with a famous verse:
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
Genesis 1:27, KJV
I like to put it another way: “The Artist is in the art.” La Gioconda is more than a painting, it is some of Leonardo da Vinci. The Sistine Chapel reflects Michelangelo as a man. In the same way, you are a reflection of God and, regardless of how disconnected you feel, I believe He will always be a part of you.
Edwin Leap, MD is an emergency room doctor that often writes about the life of a faithful person as a healer, including a comment yesterday that “we need for physicians to recognize the transcendence of their callings and their gifts.” I agree, and extend that to the rest of the population, as well. I am certain quality of life would improve–and healthcare spending would decrease–if people remembered they were given something designed by God Himself and treated their bodies reverently instead of trashing every last inch believing someone will miraculously buy them time later.
A human being is capable of many things, feats of strength and agility and endurance that boggle the mind. Somewhere, deep down, you’re aware of whether or not you’re living to your full potential. Chances are, you’re not. (I’m not there yet, but doing better each day!) Take the first step, believe you can…and start today.
I know you’re capable of great things. Do you?
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I wrote this several months ago and posted it as an “easter egg” on the ABLE Chiropractic website. As I have been closing down the company over the last few weeks, I have been unable to sit down and blog. Soon enough, I will be back to post quirky articles and occasional essays, as well as launching a new website. I often tell people that what I write–online, in newsletters and for health classes–is a window into my brain and this one is unmatched in that respect. Enjoy.
On a soccer trip to St. Louis at the age of fourteen, I visited Union Station with my grandparents and purchased a book called Rare Air by Michael Jordan. I’ll freely admit to being a child of the Nike generation, as most men my age are. If we were at all “into sports” growing up, there was no individual that personified immense talent coupled with a will to win more than #23. The work revolves around pictures taken by Walter Iooss, a renowned photojournalist for Sports Illustrated that followed His Airness around on and off the court for the 1992-93 season. The mostly autobiographical writing by Jordan amounts to little more than captions for Iooss’ stunning snapshots, almost like the explanations provided in an encyclopedia.
I read the whole thing in a day, which says something considering I was a kid whose attention didn’t focus on much other than a round ball at my feet. Fascinated by the insight into my idol’s character and mentality, I gobbled up each word and rushed on to the next. One phrase that stuck with me is “Basketball is not my job.” He went on to explain that when most people talk about what they do for a living, there is an air of obligation instead of enjoyment. To him, dealing with endorsement responsibilities and answering the media fit that description. The game was fun and he couldn’t justify attaching a four-letter word like “work” to it.
Caring for my practice family, helping them to live better and educating people about the beauty and magnificence of the human body is what I was made to do. It’s what I went to school for and the way I do good in the world. Chiropractic is not my job.
