Words of Hope: Counsel of Equals

Dad and I had an important mentor who had helped with the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster as a consultant in the aftermath of the tragedy. In the team’s exploration of what went wrong, they discovered the colossal mistake arose...

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Words of Love: The Source of Love

A friend asked me the other day why I thought Dad was so dynamic and incredibly loving to others. He told me he doesn’t know anyone like my Dad, who knew and cared about so many people. I know...

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Words of Hope: Dramatic Transformation

My father-in-law was on a generational pattern of self-sabotage. He came from no education, alcoholism, wasted living, and deeply troubled relationships. He was throwing his life away until someone intervened and encouraged him to play basketball and get a...

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Words of Hope: Facing the Year of Fear

On March 11, 2020, we received news the March Basketball Tournament was closing. Games were canceled across the country. We met as a staff in the conference room for the last time. I told everyone, "Now, we must live...

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Words of Hope: Priceless Words

I found a letter from my Dad to Natalya, my oldest. (I know the proper way to write "my dad" is lowercase, but I think of my Dad as grander, more significant, and worthy of a capital D, so...

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Words of Hope: Self-Responsible Leadership

Dad loved parenting, and he was a fantastic Dad. He and Mom taught Shann and me so much about the daily habits of being a meaningful parent. Dad always began with the big plan, then created systems and practices...

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Words of Hope: Caretaker

I asked Mom what she would like to say in Words of Hope as my Dad's caretaker for over twelve years. I think caretaking might be even more grueling than having cancer. Mom had to navigate her own losses...

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Words of Hope: Hey Dad

When I was younger, I loved to yell, "Hey, Dad, what would you give me if I make this shot?" One of the biggest wagers we made was at Silver Lake. I had turned sixteen, and Mom and Dad...

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Words of Hope: Essential Art

Last year we were in NYC to commemorate the twentieth anniversary of 9/11. We were with some friends who are artists. For me, art is truly the only way I can process tragedies. The gratuitous nature of the news...

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Words of Hope: The Miraculous Soul

Probably the phrase most people associate with my Dad is, "You are a miracle." I remember when he started to change his perspective from seeing big crowds of people with irritation to wonder and gratitude. He would look with...

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