Thursday, September 17, 2015

My Bucket List

September 17 2016-
I have shared this story every year for about five years now. Each year I re-read it and maybe make an adjustment or two. This year I decided to let it remain as it was last year-I need those memories to remain fresh.

September 17, 2015
As many of you know, I was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer last year. And although the cancer settled in a good distance from my think tank it was able to propagate haunting thoughts of a real Bucket List.

I have finished the bastardly chemo-therapy and my cancer is in remission. Evidently I am not allowed to say “cancer free”; the day I can sing those wonderful lyrics is still more than four years away. I look forward to it, but I also understand the physician’s prudence in announcing such a statement.

You see, for the cancer patient in remission there enters into our life a very mysterious companion. My companion is called Antog. This purple colored pixie resides in the imagination sector of my mind. Antog arrives during my most vulnerable moments…when I am in pain. Suffering a headache or sore muscles, maybe in the middle of the night when I suddenly awake, unable to breathe. Antog whispers quietly an unanswerable question-

Do you think the cancer has come back?”

I don’t. Most the time I don’t. I don’t like Antog.

His whispered words have stirred up thoughts of a Bucket List. Below is the original “Bucket List”, I haven’t changed the prose and try to remember each year around this time to share it with you. If I did construct a new list, after this journey I have been on, the list would only include two new items.

The first has been achieved-to see my children become adults, to know they love Christ, to strive for success as defined by their own goals. My youngest, Joseph, is a sophomore in high school, so technically not an adult. But over the last year, standing at my side, holding me up… he has become a man.

The second item on the list? To write the great American novel. You see, I do believe in that imagination sector where Antog lives there is also a great story to be told. I will keep looking for it. In the meantime, I share with you “My Bucket List”.


My Bucket List
I turned 54 years old today. I had a thought early this morning, what if this is the last birthday I will ever have? What if 54 is all I have?

So throughout the day I pondered over my Bucket List. There wasn’t much pondering, you see I have never had a Bucket List. So the task last year on my 53rd birthday, was to create my own Bucket List.

I scratched my head and put teeth marks in the proverbial pencil as I mused over what would be number 1 on my list. Minutes then hours passed with nothing rising to the surface. So I changed strategies, I thought about the things that I have already accomplished or have been blessed with, things that may have been on a bucket list if I hadn’t already experienced them.   

Family always comes first to mind. I was born into the most incredible family 54 years ago. I still see them every week, we still talk and hug, and we laugh and cry together. We grow old together.

I have lived in the Great Northwest, the South Pacific, the east coast and the great state of Texas. I have fished for rainbows in the Russian River and went snorkeling along the Coral Reef.

I have served my country and been called a U.S. Marine.

I went to school with Mark Twain and Thomas Edison and tasted college for a short while. I have read Tolstoy, Dickens, Stephen King and the Bible.

I have eaten at the Ritz Carlton and Taco Bell, both on the same day.

I have had money in the bank and I have sold Coke bottles so I could buy a pack of smokes.

I have been high and I have been so low that all I could see was the bottom.

I have run marathons.  I have crawled across the cold floor on hands and knees, unable to stand because of pain.

I have gone from a 34 waist to a 38 waist and back to a 34 waist. (it is okay to applaud here)

My favorite teams have won the Super Bowl, and the Stanley Cup. I have watched a perfect game and caught a foul ball.

I have listened to Vivaldi, Miles Davis and ZZ Top, all in the same afternoon.

I have tasted Opus One in Napa Valley and drank a Lone Star beer with Willie Nelson while sitting in the Recovery Room.

I have seen every episode of Seinfeld at least three times.

I have fallen in love and out of love. I have made love on a beach and on a mountain top.

I have had two wives, two ex-wives and six children. (Maximized the limit on both of these!)

I was with four of my children when they took their first breath.

I was with my father when he took his last.

I have done everything I want to do... almost. At the end of the day my Bucket List only had one thing written on it… you.

I figure if you are reading these words then you and I have at least met somewhere along the way. And I don’t know if I have ever told you the story about Jesus. You see, He is the reason I made it to 54, I know without Him I never would have.

So, on my Bucket List I wrote just one thing,
      Tell someone about Jesus.

I think that someone is you, so here goes-

God loves you and me so much; He has since the very beginning of time. God can see everything from the beginning to the end; everything, every day and everybody and everything in between.

God knew that we would never love Him as He loved us, and He knew that would mean separation forever and ever.

So God sent His son down from the heavens, down to earth. We called Him Jesus, teacher, King and Messiah, and then we killed Him.

And when He died He took all of your sin and all of my sins and He paid the price for them. He paid the price of admission to an eternity with God. He did it for you and me, and He said all you have to do is believe, He would do the rest.

If you were the only one in the entire world, He still would have died for you.

Do you believe?

Thanks for listening. Thanks for helping me finish my Bucket List

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