Here's a little warning to the parents or overseers of those I'm writing for:
There's a lot of trash out there.
I spent a little time today doing book searches for "sports fiction". It's always good to know what you're up against. What I found was disturbing to say the least.
One book - and I won't mention the title here - included the "f-word" in the free one-page preview of the book. Actually, the word was used twice. On the first page.
If your kid is interested in sports and you'd like that kid to read more, this is what you're going to find in your own searches. Basically, you have a choice of books that are written for five-year-olds or books that should be described as soft porn.
Don't believe me? Give it a try. While you're there, check out the covers of the books I'm talking about. Shirtless guys dominate most of them.
If I'm erring, it's going to be on the side of the five-year-old.
You're not going to find any adult language or situations in my books. Plainly put, my books are going to be safe for your kid to read.
As parents, my wife and I have raised two extremely gifted readers. The problem with that was finding suitable reading material that would hold their interest. It was a constant struggle of reviewing books before we'd allow them to read.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Coming up
The third book in The Will Stover Sports Series, "Diamond Disaster" is on schedule to be released in paperback by mid-May. It, along with the first two books, "Freshman Phenom" and "Rebound Rival" is already available in e-book form.
The e-books can be found on Amazon.com.
Bookstore Talk
"Freshman Phenom" and "Rebound Rival" are now available at the Hastings bookstore in Searcy. Sales of these have been good so far and we're hoping the folks at their corporate office will soon be ordering these for their other stores.
Coming up Next
The yet-untitled fourth book in the series is scheduled to be released in August 2014. The plan now is to have the book ready to go both in e-book and print formats when released. The fifth and sixth books are scheduled to be released in November 2014 and February 2015, respectively.
I've been working on a non-fiction sports book but it's slow going. More on that as I figure out exactly where it's going.
Author Talks
I've recently been able to speak to groups of seventh grade students at Harding Academy and fifth graders at Southwest Middle School. Thanks to those teachers and administrators who made that possible.
E-books on Sale!
All three e-books in The Will Stover Sports Series are on sale through the month of May for $1.99 each. That means anyone can catch up on the series for less than $6.
The e-books can be found on Amazon.com.
Bookstore Talk
"Freshman Phenom" and "Rebound Rival" are now available at the Hastings bookstore in Searcy. Sales of these have been good so far and we're hoping the folks at their corporate office will soon be ordering these for their other stores.
Coming up Next
The yet-untitled fourth book in the series is scheduled to be released in August 2014. The plan now is to have the book ready to go both in e-book and print formats when released. The fifth and sixth books are scheduled to be released in November 2014 and February 2015, respectively.
I've been working on a non-fiction sports book but it's slow going. More on that as I figure out exactly where it's going.
Author Talks
I've recently been able to speak to groups of seventh grade students at Harding Academy and fifth graders at Southwest Middle School. Thanks to those teachers and administrators who made that possible.
E-books on Sale!
All three e-books in The Will Stover Sports Series are on sale through the month of May for $1.99 each. That means anyone can catch up on the series for less than $6.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
It's Almost Graduation Time
I love a good graduation speech.
Matt Bien is one of the best guys I've ever known. We spent time together at Harding and have tried to stay in touch since then. He's a proud Indiana guy and the greatest Cubs fan I know. Several years ago, Matt got the chance to deliver the commencement speech at his alma mater, Morgan Township.
This is a little lengthy (but worth reading in its entirety) and there are some inside-type jokes he shares with the students and faculty that we won't get. My favorite line of the speech is, "Sometimes you choose your path and sometimes your path chooses you."
This has been slightly edited but I wanted to keep it close to how he wrote it, including the notes to himself in the text.
The MHS Class of 2010 Commencement Speech
Of course, this is as it was written...things like this (big speeches) rarely go exactly as you write them (I'm guessing) I had to leave a small chunk out due to all my unplanned ramblings during the speech. I made note of it when it happened. Also the opening was completely unplanned, and went over fairly well. :) But because I was making it up as I went ... I remember none of it. haha
Thanks to all the people that made me speaking today possible:
Mom - for the endless inspiration and love, none of this is possible without out. It felt really, really good to spend a little time in your shoes today (she's given 3 Commencement speeches...each one better than the last...:) )
Jen Jen...the greatest sister-in-law in the history of by marriage siblings...and private speech coach...this would not have been possible without your support and help. Love you...ya know, like a sister-in-law (Can't wait to meet my niece tomorrow!!!! :D)
The Class of 2010 for being relentless in the pursuit of having me be their speaker. Nothing in my life has been more humbling than the fight you guys put up to get me on the stage today. Thank you for giving me a day I will always look back upon as one of my finest. Overjoyed I could share one of your finest days with you.
The administration at MHS for allowing me to speak.
All the writers and poets I stole from...I'm sure you, friendly reader, will recognize most of them. Some of them were noted...some of them were not...if you are one of those authors who were not noted...I will offer a public apology should you demand it. :)
Mostly to the handful of friends/family, and you know who you are, who helped me get back to a place where I felt comfortable standing up in front of gym full of people and delivering my message. Without you, none of this is possible...I am blessed to have such a wonderful group of people in my life.
Without further adieu...please enjoy these musings from my favorite day in the year 2010...so far. :)
Morgan Township Commencement Speech
June 5, 2010
Matthew A. Bien
(my speech comments en paren were not spoken during the speech…I also opened with some improvisational stuff that I really don’t remember…I talked about the song that a few of the kids had just rocked out...a Rascal Flatsy “Life is a Jighway”…there was also a shameless Cornucopia open mic night plug (yup Rich, that happened...haha) hopefully there is a vid so I can remember what I said. haha)
Welcome to the class of 2010…You guys look marvelous and yes, the only thing standing between you and your diploma is me and a slide show and a choir song. You’re almost there. Too bad I’m going to talk for an hour and a half ... so settle in, does anyone have to go to the bathroom? I’ll wait ... no? Ms. Mueller ... don’t taze me ... I’m just kidding about talking that long.
(Ms. Mueller the principal is a volunteer policeperson for the town of Kouts…thus the tazer joke…she carries one when she’s on duty…there are a few other factors that make this funny)
Several people have asked me if I was nervous about giving the speech…There was only one thing I was nervous about when I accepted the gracious offer by the class of 2010 to speak here today.
You see, back in the forgotten days of yore when commencement was in the old gym, the soon to be graduates sat on the old stage while the speaker stood at a podium in front of them…the speaker had his or her back to the class when giving the commencement speech to the rest of the crowd in the gym.
Since everyone here has at least a basic knowledge of the students who make up this somewhat notorious class, you will understand my nervousness…you all know how dangerous it is to leave your back turned to them for any length of time. Imagine my relief when I walked into the gym and saw this seating arrangement…much better.
This reminds me of how I learned to never turn my back on them…
Once upon a time, I had to leave the room for a brief second during my mostly senior filled study hall second hour…I came back into the room to find that the entire layout of the classroom had been reversed…all of the kids were facing the opposite direction…quite disorienting, creative and very funny.
Albeit very, very painful when I sat down at my desk…only to realize they had turned it around to face the other direction as well and hammered my knees into the metal front of the desk…still have the bruises to prove it I think and that was months ago.
Their class motto should be: “Always mischievous…rarely malicious...but watch out for your knees just in case…the MHS class of 2010.”
How did I get here? Well, because these fine students voted for me…multiple times…
But how did I get here.
Truth be told I’m just abusing this opportunity in an attempt to impress Mr. Floran…maybe he’ll finally change my Senior AP English grade from a B+ to an A-
You see…my lofty goal in HS was to be 3rd in my class…or the highest rank I could achieve without having to give a speech at commencement. Partially because of my B+ AP English grade, which I’m sure was deserved…I dropped to 4th during the final grading period my senior year...narrowly missing my goal of 3rd.
But here I am giving a speech at commencement anyway…so I guess I lost that battle on every possible front…unless this speech is good enough to get me a better grade and back into 3rd place. Think about it Mr. Floran…thanks.
As recently as two years ago, if you told me I was going to be speaking at commencement at my alma mater, I probably would have laughed at you.
I simply wouldn’t have thought it was possible. Everyone here had forgotten about me, except for my Mom hopefully and the lingering pictures in random trophy cases of me with really bad 80s hair.
I hadn’t done anything exceptional to warrant such consideration…I was simply working my dream job, in my favorite city on the planet. I was enjoying life.
MHS? Still loved it…still had fond memories…but other than the occasional basketball game, I wasn’t
here much…didn’t know much about what was going on other than what I gleaned from the occasional chat with Mom.
Then the economy tanked and the industry in which my dream job resided took the second hardest hit to only the automotive industry. Shortly after, on Veterans Day 2008, I found out my job had been eliminated in a cost cutting measure.
The day after my job disappeared…I found myself in Las Vegas for my brother Andy’s bachelor weekend. Imagine that…losing a job you worked your entire life one day…waking up in Vegas the next day.
My first official tidbit of advice to you seniors…don’t do that. A surreal combination I do not recommend, God forbid the same fate ever befall you…don’t spend the next 5 days in Vegas. Just don’t.
After taking some time to recover from Vegas and ponder my next move, I heard there was a position available at MHS as a study hall supervisor. As some of you may know, I kind of have an in here at the school…Coach Bush and I have always been tight…so I asked him for a reference and easily got the job.
No, actually, I’m sure you are aware my Mom has been a teacher here going back to the days when everyone went to classes in a three story building that sadly no longer exists. It was she, my personal hero, who inspired me to get back to school…quite literally.
So in January 2009, I embarked upon what I thought might be a brief five month trek through the world of education as a Study Hall Warden…I mean supervisor while I got back on my feet.
As potential accounting job after potential accounting job continued to fall through and the job market worsened, the more I enjoyed being around the kids...and the more I thought about a possible career change.
Then the position of Assisstant Girls Varsity Track Coach opened up last spring…and I got back into coaching; a true love of mine and with that the allure of Corporate America was almost gone.
When nothing developed over the Summer of 09 for me in the Corporate world and the opportunity to coach JV volleyball again presented itself in the Fall…for the first time since I was probably ten years old…I could not wait to get back to school.
Imagine that…in a few short months, I went from what I thought was my dream job in my favorite city on the planet…to waking up in Vegas with no job…*shakes head*…you’ve all seen the movie The Hangover? Child’s play…absolute child’s play.
To surviving that experience and finally finding out that what I thought I loved to do, wasn’t what I loved to do at all.
And why? Because a bunch of bankers decided to mess with the system…because people I will never know decided to spend their companies into holes they couldn’t recover from…
But mostly because these Seniors, who were Juniors at the time, drove the old Study Hall supervisor so batty she was ready to jump at any job in the school system to get away from them. Which opened up the position of Study Hall Supervisor for me...The rest, as they say…is history. Here I am.
Is this a path I would have ever chosen on my own? Probably not. Am I happier, less stressed and more comfortable than I’ve been since I was in college and am I doing work that I love…absolutely.
Seniors, it is important for you to realize that sometimes you choose your path and sometime your path chooses you.
You have to be open and accepting of all possibilities. Weigh every option carefully before making important life decisions. These lessons you will learn as you continue down your path…be it of your choosing or not.
Someone way smarter than me once told me that life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.
She and I argued briefly about the numbers, it's something we like to do…I tended to think that with age and good decisions you can drop that 10% into the low single digits if you get good enough at life and in turn keep bad things from happening to you…but she convinced me otherwise, which some of you know is no easy task… but she was right so much of life you cannot control.
But what you can always control is how you react to what happens to you. These important decisions will define your life. They will determine who you are. Always be wise in your decisions.
If you listen to nothing else I say today, please hear this: Life WILL NOT go according to your exact plan…and that is O.K.
Lean in…listen to it again…this is the good stuff: LIFE WILL NOT GO ACCORDING TO YOUR EXACT PLAN…AND THAT IS O.K.
In fact, as I am finding out, life not going according to my exact plan might be the best thing that ever happened to me. Always be open to new possibilities and don’t be afraid to take new chances. Fortune favors the bold.
All of you, no matter your path, keep the faith. Know you are going to see great times and terrible times. Know you will feel happiness and sadness. Keep in mind that it’s never as good as it seems; nor is it ever as bad as it seems.
If you keep your head, while all those about you are losing theirs…you will be fine, just fine.
And finally, just a few quick recommendations from my life that I think can help improve the quality of yours…call them suggestions if you like:
Travel - as much as you can…see as much of this country or even the world if your lifestyle allows as possible…learn about other cultures, eat their food, enjoy their music, talk talk talk…
Never stop learning about the people around you…every life has a lesson that can be applied to yours…learn those lessons, apply what you can to yourself and continue to grow.
Don’t stumble into a vocation - take the next few years to determine what it is you love to do and pursue it relentlessly – I can speak completely from experience here.
I took the easiest path…Accounting and working with numbers has always been simple for me. I was on the track team in college...some of you remember me as hurdler and pole vaulter…no?...so I thought it was important to have an easy major especially in season.
While I enjoyed working in accounting and especially auditing for over 15 years…I’m only just now finding what it is that I really love to do.
Does that mean I wasted 15 years…not even close…I wouldn’t trade the experiences and fun I had during that time for anything. Everything you choose to do determines who you are...everything.
***For those of you blessed enough to be starting at a college or university in the fall, I’m encouraging you to find what it is you love to do there. You have the greatest opportunity…the next 4 or 5 or 7 ½ years of your life you will probably look back upon as your best days…don’t let those days or the opportunity set before you slip away.
For those of you not going to college, do not think yourselves any lesser for the experience. Some of the most successful and happiest people on the planet never set foot on a college campus.
All of you are going to have to work some jobs you don’t like to do to get to where you want to go…I worked in a dump…separating garbage…yes, that’s a job, separating garbage…in a dump…and I didn’t last long.
You will probably have to work your way though to getting to where you want to be…even if where you want to be is a dump.
Do that work, but know why you are doing it…always know what you are working toward…and keep those goals in mind. After you figure out what it is you love to do…pursue it relentlessly.***
(*** I cut everything between the asterisks on the fly…I was already going to be pushing 20 minutes…time flies when you are giving a commencement speech…who knew? As always, all the tangenting of myself, ad libbing and general rambling I did during the speech caused me to run long….and other than one family telling me I probably caused their roast they left in the oven to be burnt (they also said it was worth it)…I got no other complaints for running long…nor did I get tazed. :))
Average is the new exceptional – Let me say that again, too. Average is the new exceptional. Please don’t settle for average. It is so easy to be a superstar on a planet full of people who aren’t even trying. Take great advantage of this.
Mark Twain said “Always do right…this is gratify some and astonish the rest.” Twain’s quote has never been more appropriate that it is today. Work hard. Don’t be complacent. Don’t settle for average. Be Great.
The final thing I want to encourage you to do is Love. Please take good care of one another. Love yourself, love your family…love others as you would love yourself. Love generously. (I accidentally said “Love generally” here…made a joke out of it, of course) Love constantly, instantly, spontaneously…without thought or words.
Love is not something you think about...it is a state in which you dwell.
Find yourself a good place to dwell.
I’d like to close with my favorite bit of prose by an author whose writings had a direct influence in my life. He wrote this in a letter to his wife…trying to explain how he saw life and the craziness that went on around him…he believed it could really be this simple. I believe him.
The World you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don’t see it
Bless and sit down
Forgive and Forget
Practice kindness all day to everybody
And you will realize you’re already in Heaven now.
That’s the story
That’s the message
Nobody understands it
Nobody listens, they’re
All running around like chickens with heads cut off.
I will try to teach it but it will be in vain,
S’why I’ll end up in a shack praying and being cool
and singing by my woodstove making pancakes.
Thank you Class of 2010 for the opportunity to speak on this…your finest of days.
Good luck and God Bless…Enjoy the Slideshow and song…and finally that diploma you’ve worked so hard to earn. Congratulations.
Thanks to all the people that made me speaking today possible:
Mom - for the endless inspiration and love, none of this is possible without out. It felt really, really good to spend a little time in your shoes today (she's given 3 Commencement speeches...each one better than the last...:) )
Jen Jen...the greatest sister-in-law in the history of by marriage siblings...and private speech coach...this would not have been possible without your support and help. Love you...ya know, like a sister-in-law (Can't wait to meet my niece tomorrow!!!! :D)
The Class of 2010 for being relentless in the pursuit of having me be their speaker. Nothing in my life has been more humbling than the fight you guys put up to get me on the stage today. Thank you for giving me a day I will always look back upon as one of my finest. Overjoyed I could share one of your finest days with you.
The administration at MHS for allowing me to speak.
All the writers and poets I stole from...I'm sure you, friendly reader, will recognize most of them. Some of them were noted...some of them were not...if you are one of those authors who were not noted...I will offer a public apology should you demand it. :)
Mostly to the handful of friends/family, and you know who you are, who helped me get back to a place where I felt comfortable standing up in front of gym full of people and delivering my message. Without you, none of this is possible...I am blessed to have such a wonderful group of people in my life.
Without further adieu...please enjoy these musings from my favorite day in the year 2010...so far. :)
Morgan Township Commencement Speech
June 5, 2010
Matthew A. Bien
(my speech comments en paren were not spoken during the speech…I also opened with some improvisational stuff that I really don’t remember…I talked about the song that a few of the kids had just rocked out...a Rascal Flatsy “Life is a Jighway”…there was also a shameless Cornucopia open mic night plug (yup Rich, that happened...haha) hopefully there is a vid so I can remember what I said. haha)
Welcome to the class of 2010…You guys look marvelous and yes, the only thing standing between you and your diploma is me and a slide show and a choir song. You’re almost there. Too bad I’m going to talk for an hour and a half ... so settle in, does anyone have to go to the bathroom? I’ll wait ... no? Ms. Mueller ... don’t taze me ... I’m just kidding about talking that long.
(Ms. Mueller the principal is a volunteer policeperson for the town of Kouts…thus the tazer joke…she carries one when she’s on duty…there are a few other factors that make this funny)
Several people have asked me if I was nervous about giving the speech…There was only one thing I was nervous about when I accepted the gracious offer by the class of 2010 to speak here today.
You see, back in the forgotten days of yore when commencement was in the old gym, the soon to be graduates sat on the old stage while the speaker stood at a podium in front of them…the speaker had his or her back to the class when giving the commencement speech to the rest of the crowd in the gym.
Since everyone here has at least a basic knowledge of the students who make up this somewhat notorious class, you will understand my nervousness…you all know how dangerous it is to leave your back turned to them for any length of time. Imagine my relief when I walked into the gym and saw this seating arrangement…much better.
This reminds me of how I learned to never turn my back on them…
Once upon a time, I had to leave the room for a brief second during my mostly senior filled study hall second hour…I came back into the room to find that the entire layout of the classroom had been reversed…all of the kids were facing the opposite direction…quite disorienting, creative and very funny.
Albeit very, very painful when I sat down at my desk…only to realize they had turned it around to face the other direction as well and hammered my knees into the metal front of the desk…still have the bruises to prove it I think and that was months ago.
Their class motto should be: “Always mischievous…rarely malicious...but watch out for your knees just in case…the MHS class of 2010.”
How did I get here? Well, because these fine students voted for me…multiple times…
But how did I get here.
Truth be told I’m just abusing this opportunity in an attempt to impress Mr. Floran…maybe he’ll finally change my Senior AP English grade from a B+ to an A-
You see…my lofty goal in HS was to be 3rd in my class…or the highest rank I could achieve without having to give a speech at commencement. Partially because of my B+ AP English grade, which I’m sure was deserved…I dropped to 4th during the final grading period my senior year...narrowly missing my goal of 3rd.
But here I am giving a speech at commencement anyway…so I guess I lost that battle on every possible front…unless this speech is good enough to get me a better grade and back into 3rd place. Think about it Mr. Floran…thanks.
As recently as two years ago, if you told me I was going to be speaking at commencement at my alma mater, I probably would have laughed at you.
I simply wouldn’t have thought it was possible. Everyone here had forgotten about me, except for my Mom hopefully and the lingering pictures in random trophy cases of me with really bad 80s hair.
I hadn’t done anything exceptional to warrant such consideration…I was simply working my dream job, in my favorite city on the planet. I was enjoying life.
MHS? Still loved it…still had fond memories…but other than the occasional basketball game, I wasn’t
here much…didn’t know much about what was going on other than what I gleaned from the occasional chat with Mom.
Then the economy tanked and the industry in which my dream job resided took the second hardest hit to only the automotive industry. Shortly after, on Veterans Day 2008, I found out my job had been eliminated in a cost cutting measure.
The day after my job disappeared…I found myself in Las Vegas for my brother Andy’s bachelor weekend. Imagine that…losing a job you worked your entire life one day…waking up in Vegas the next day.
My first official tidbit of advice to you seniors…don’t do that. A surreal combination I do not recommend, God forbid the same fate ever befall you…don’t spend the next 5 days in Vegas. Just don’t.
After taking some time to recover from Vegas and ponder my next move, I heard there was a position available at MHS as a study hall supervisor. As some of you may know, I kind of have an in here at the school…Coach Bush and I have always been tight…so I asked him for a reference and easily got the job.
No, actually, I’m sure you are aware my Mom has been a teacher here going back to the days when everyone went to classes in a three story building that sadly no longer exists. It was she, my personal hero, who inspired me to get back to school…quite literally.
So in January 2009, I embarked upon what I thought might be a brief five month trek through the world of education as a Study Hall Warden…I mean supervisor while I got back on my feet.
As potential accounting job after potential accounting job continued to fall through and the job market worsened, the more I enjoyed being around the kids...and the more I thought about a possible career change.
Then the position of Assisstant Girls Varsity Track Coach opened up last spring…and I got back into coaching; a true love of mine and with that the allure of Corporate America was almost gone.
When nothing developed over the Summer of 09 for me in the Corporate world and the opportunity to coach JV volleyball again presented itself in the Fall…for the first time since I was probably ten years old…I could not wait to get back to school.
Imagine that…in a few short months, I went from what I thought was my dream job in my favorite city on the planet…to waking up in Vegas with no job…*shakes head*…you’ve all seen the movie The Hangover? Child’s play…absolute child’s play.
To surviving that experience and finally finding out that what I thought I loved to do, wasn’t what I loved to do at all.
And why? Because a bunch of bankers decided to mess with the system…because people I will never know decided to spend their companies into holes they couldn’t recover from…
But mostly because these Seniors, who were Juniors at the time, drove the old Study Hall supervisor so batty she was ready to jump at any job in the school system to get away from them. Which opened up the position of Study Hall Supervisor for me...The rest, as they say…is history. Here I am.
Is this a path I would have ever chosen on my own? Probably not. Am I happier, less stressed and more comfortable than I’ve been since I was in college and am I doing work that I love…absolutely.
Seniors, it is important for you to realize that sometimes you choose your path and sometime your path chooses you.
You have to be open and accepting of all possibilities. Weigh every option carefully before making important life decisions. These lessons you will learn as you continue down your path…be it of your choosing or not.
Someone way smarter than me once told me that life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.
She and I argued briefly about the numbers, it's something we like to do…I tended to think that with age and good decisions you can drop that 10% into the low single digits if you get good enough at life and in turn keep bad things from happening to you…but she convinced me otherwise, which some of you know is no easy task… but she was right so much of life you cannot control.
But what you can always control is how you react to what happens to you. These important decisions will define your life. They will determine who you are. Always be wise in your decisions.
If you listen to nothing else I say today, please hear this: Life WILL NOT go according to your exact plan…and that is O.K.
Lean in…listen to it again…this is the good stuff: LIFE WILL NOT GO ACCORDING TO YOUR EXACT PLAN…AND THAT IS O.K.
In fact, as I am finding out, life not going according to my exact plan might be the best thing that ever happened to me. Always be open to new possibilities and don’t be afraid to take new chances. Fortune favors the bold.
All of you, no matter your path, keep the faith. Know you are going to see great times and terrible times. Know you will feel happiness and sadness. Keep in mind that it’s never as good as it seems; nor is it ever as bad as it seems.
If you keep your head, while all those about you are losing theirs…you will be fine, just fine.
And finally, just a few quick recommendations from my life that I think can help improve the quality of yours…call them suggestions if you like:
Travel - as much as you can…see as much of this country or even the world if your lifestyle allows as possible…learn about other cultures, eat their food, enjoy their music, talk talk talk…
Never stop learning about the people around you…every life has a lesson that can be applied to yours…learn those lessons, apply what you can to yourself and continue to grow.
Don’t stumble into a vocation - take the next few years to determine what it is you love to do and pursue it relentlessly – I can speak completely from experience here.
I took the easiest path…Accounting and working with numbers has always been simple for me. I was on the track team in college...some of you remember me as hurdler and pole vaulter…no?...so I thought it was important to have an easy major especially in season.
While I enjoyed working in accounting and especially auditing for over 15 years…I’m only just now finding what it is that I really love to do.
Does that mean I wasted 15 years…not even close…I wouldn’t trade the experiences and fun I had during that time for anything. Everything you choose to do determines who you are...everything.
***For those of you blessed enough to be starting at a college or university in the fall, I’m encouraging you to find what it is you love to do there. You have the greatest opportunity…the next 4 or 5 or 7 ½ years of your life you will probably look back upon as your best days…don’t let those days or the opportunity set before you slip away.
For those of you not going to college, do not think yourselves any lesser for the experience. Some of the most successful and happiest people on the planet never set foot on a college campus.
All of you are going to have to work some jobs you don’t like to do to get to where you want to go…I worked in a dump…separating garbage…yes, that’s a job, separating garbage…in a dump…and I didn’t last long.
You will probably have to work your way though to getting to where you want to be…even if where you want to be is a dump.
Do that work, but know why you are doing it…always know what you are working toward…and keep those goals in mind. After you figure out what it is you love to do…pursue it relentlessly.***
(*** I cut everything between the asterisks on the fly…I was already going to be pushing 20 minutes…time flies when you are giving a commencement speech…who knew? As always, all the tangenting of myself, ad libbing and general rambling I did during the speech caused me to run long….and other than one family telling me I probably caused their roast they left in the oven to be burnt (they also said it was worth it)…I got no other complaints for running long…nor did I get tazed. :))
Average is the new exceptional – Let me say that again, too. Average is the new exceptional. Please don’t settle for average. It is so easy to be a superstar on a planet full of people who aren’t even trying. Take great advantage of this.
Mark Twain said “Always do right…this is gratify some and astonish the rest.” Twain’s quote has never been more appropriate that it is today. Work hard. Don’t be complacent. Don’t settle for average. Be Great.
The final thing I want to encourage you to do is Love. Please take good care of one another. Love yourself, love your family…love others as you would love yourself. Love generously. (I accidentally said “Love generally” here…made a joke out of it, of course) Love constantly, instantly, spontaneously…without thought or words.
Love is not something you think about...it is a state in which you dwell.
Find yourself a good place to dwell.
I’d like to close with my favorite bit of prose by an author whose writings had a direct influence in my life. He wrote this in a letter to his wife…trying to explain how he saw life and the craziness that went on around him…he believed it could really be this simple. I believe him.
The World you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don’t see it
Bless and sit down
Forgive and Forget
Practice kindness all day to everybody
And you will realize you’re already in Heaven now.
That’s the story
That’s the message
Nobody understands it
Nobody listens, they’re
All running around like chickens with heads cut off.
I will try to teach it but it will be in vain,
S’why I’ll end up in a shack praying and being cool
and singing by my woodstove making pancakes.
Thank you Class of 2010 for the opportunity to speak on this…your finest of days.
Good luck and God Bless…Enjoy the Slideshow and song…and finally that diploma you’ve worked so hard to earn. Congratulations.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
There's a place we hold dearest of all
It appears that my old high school is about to take one final gasp and then cease to exist.
After years of rumors about when consolidation would finally engulf dear Norphlet High School, the first real steps are beginning to be taken. In fewer than two years, Norphlet will likely be swallowed by the Smackover school district.
I truly want to be sad about this.
Just yesterday, voters in the Norphlet school district let their voices be heard. I'm not certain what people were expecting but more than 70 percent confirmed that consolidation with the Battlin' Buckaroos of Smackover High was indeed the right decision. I'm proud of them for making what I think is the only logical decision but I also understand the hurt of those who have fought this so hard for so long.
A little background is needed.
Depending on where one happens to be standing, the towns are separated by fewer than five miles.
There's a football rivalry that dates back to (I'm too lazy to actually look it up) the 1920s, I believe. I remember being a part of this rivalry. I remember coloring pictures in my second grade classroom and marching single-file to the football field (about 60 yards away) to tape them on the pipe fencing that surrounded the field. I'm guessing our support wasn't enough as Smackover won that game, 7-6.
The towns are eerily similar. Smackover's population, though, has remained higher than Norphlet's through the years (it's currently 1800 to 800 ... approximate numbers). Smackover has a stop light.
One can drive straight through Norphlet unimpeded.
The hub of each town? Obviously, the schools. I think that's where this begins to hit home.
I've seen other towns where schools have consolidated - either forced by the state or by their own choosing before the state steps in to make the decision for them. In every case I've witnessed, it's been a sad sight for the town that "loses" its school. I've watched towns become shells of what they once were when the local high school is relocated.
The plan is to make use of all the existing facilities. The idea I've heard is to keep the elementary schools as they are - one in each town - and the junior high would meet in Norphlet, the senior high at Smackover.
It might be hard to believe but I'd be willing to bet that five years down the road, no one thinks twice about the arrangement.
Still, my mind flashes back to Homecoming parades through downtown Norphlet. For what in reality was about a four-block stretch, the parade seemed to go on forever. So many students manned the floats that one would wonder who was left to watch. The streets, though, would be packed. Oilfield workers would come in early from the job. The few businesses in town would either close or throw open the doors, welcoming the activity.
I see old men sitting on the bench outside Alphin's Grocery on a Saturday morning in the fall, discussing the previous night's football game.
I see inside the post office. Box 406. And I know there are old friends reading this who remember their box number. And some who likely still have theirs.
We needed only to dial four numbers to call each other on the phone. To call Smackover, at least back then, was considered long-distance.
Several years ago, when my girls were old enough to take it all in, I took them on a tour of Norphlet. I pointed out the library and my oldest couldn't contain the laughter. I don't think I bothered to tell her it wasn't the entire building, just one section of it.
Now, I'm a big-school guy. I've watched my daughters excel in schools that probably would have frightened me. There were more students in my daughter's senior class than in my high school. As we drove through Norphlet, though, there was a part of me that wished they could understand.
It's a neat thing to know every single person in your school. Not only that, most people knew everyone - and their parents.
The week of the annual Norphlet-Smackover football game was almost bigger than the week of Homecoming. Events would be planned during lunch each day. Spirit days were common. Chants of "Buck Meat" were heard up and down the hallways. I'm fairly certain the intensity level at Smackover was matching ours.
Admittedly, nearly 30 years later, it seems quite silly.
But it's not when you're 16.
If someone had told me 30 years ago that I'd be leaving everything I'd known - and that I would now be expected to be classmates with the very people I'd been trained to try to beat in every imaginable contest - I wouldn't have taken it too well.
The advantage of being an adult is that I can look at this situation now and tell current Norphlet students that everything is actually going to be OK.
And, in 30 years or so, you'll look back and wonder what the big deal was.
"We'll clasp thee close in our thoughts and hearts ..."
After years of rumors about when consolidation would finally engulf dear Norphlet High School, the first real steps are beginning to be taken. In fewer than two years, Norphlet will likely be swallowed by the Smackover school district.
I truly want to be sad about this.
Just yesterday, voters in the Norphlet school district let their voices be heard. I'm not certain what people were expecting but more than 70 percent confirmed that consolidation with the Battlin' Buckaroos of Smackover High was indeed the right decision. I'm proud of them for making what I think is the only logical decision but I also understand the hurt of those who have fought this so hard for so long.
A little background is needed.
Depending on where one happens to be standing, the towns are separated by fewer than five miles.
There's a football rivalry that dates back to (I'm too lazy to actually look it up) the 1920s, I believe. I remember being a part of this rivalry. I remember coloring pictures in my second grade classroom and marching single-file to the football field (about 60 yards away) to tape them on the pipe fencing that surrounded the field. I'm guessing our support wasn't enough as Smackover won that game, 7-6.
The towns are eerily similar. Smackover's population, though, has remained higher than Norphlet's through the years (it's currently 1800 to 800 ... approximate numbers). Smackover has a stop light.
One can drive straight through Norphlet unimpeded.
The hub of each town? Obviously, the schools. I think that's where this begins to hit home.
I've seen other towns where schools have consolidated - either forced by the state or by their own choosing before the state steps in to make the decision for them. In every case I've witnessed, it's been a sad sight for the town that "loses" its school. I've watched towns become shells of what they once were when the local high school is relocated.
The plan is to make use of all the existing facilities. The idea I've heard is to keep the elementary schools as they are - one in each town - and the junior high would meet in Norphlet, the senior high at Smackover.
It might be hard to believe but I'd be willing to bet that five years down the road, no one thinks twice about the arrangement.
Still, my mind flashes back to Homecoming parades through downtown Norphlet. For what in reality was about a four-block stretch, the parade seemed to go on forever. So many students manned the floats that one would wonder who was left to watch. The streets, though, would be packed. Oilfield workers would come in early from the job. The few businesses in town would either close or throw open the doors, welcoming the activity.
I see old men sitting on the bench outside Alphin's Grocery on a Saturday morning in the fall, discussing the previous night's football game.
I see inside the post office. Box 406. And I know there are old friends reading this who remember their box number. And some who likely still have theirs.
We needed only to dial four numbers to call each other on the phone. To call Smackover, at least back then, was considered long-distance.
Several years ago, when my girls were old enough to take it all in, I took them on a tour of Norphlet. I pointed out the library and my oldest couldn't contain the laughter. I don't think I bothered to tell her it wasn't the entire building, just one section of it.
Now, I'm a big-school guy. I've watched my daughters excel in schools that probably would have frightened me. There were more students in my daughter's senior class than in my high school. As we drove through Norphlet, though, there was a part of me that wished they could understand.
It's a neat thing to know every single person in your school. Not only that, most people knew everyone - and their parents.
The week of the annual Norphlet-Smackover football game was almost bigger than the week of Homecoming. Events would be planned during lunch each day. Spirit days were common. Chants of "Buck Meat" were heard up and down the hallways. I'm fairly certain the intensity level at Smackover was matching ours.
Admittedly, nearly 30 years later, it seems quite silly.
But it's not when you're 16.
If someone had told me 30 years ago that I'd be leaving everything I'd known - and that I would now be expected to be classmates with the very people I'd been trained to try to beat in every imaginable contest - I wouldn't have taken it too well.
The advantage of being an adult is that I can look at this situation now and tell current Norphlet students that everything is actually going to be OK.
And, in 30 years or so, you'll look back and wonder what the big deal was.
"We'll clasp thee close in our thoughts and hearts ..."
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Third book coming soon!
The third book in the Will Stover Sports Series is due to be released as an e-book no later than Feb. 28.
I'd go ahead and let everyone in on the title but it hasn't been finalized.
It looks like we could be less than a month away from having all three books, including Freshman Phenom and Rebound Rival, released in paperback. More on that coming later.
I'd go ahead and let everyone in on the title but it hasn't been finalized.
It looks like we could be less than a month away from having all three books, including Freshman Phenom and Rebound Rival, released in paperback. More on that coming later.
Monday, February 3, 2014
The Last Big Party
I've begun planning my funeral.
No, I'm not sick (that I'm aware of).
It weirds out my wife when I mention this ... as I do from time to time. I guess I just figure it's my last chance to plan an event and have at least a little control over it.
In short - if I can find the right people to help - it's going to be a blast.
No offense to any of the fine preachers I've known in my life but I want little to no preaching at my funeral. Yes, I realize it's a great opportunity to save the lost and I'm all for that. Anything over five minutes, though, and I'll leave.
I swear I will.
I would like to have t-shirts, however.
I'm thinking of something in the "R.I.P. Rick" format on the front. Maybe a nice photo of me in the middle. On the back of the shirt, I'm toying with something along the lines of "I went to Rick's funeral and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" ... or something tasteful like that.
You see, not everyone is going to get a t-shirt. I'd like someone behind the pulpit (stage) to be set up with a cannon thing like is used to fire t-shirts into the stands at sporting events. Every time the crowd looks bored, he's to pop a t-shirt into the crowd.
That is going to be so cool.
If I happen to have died from some weird, embarrassing mishap, by all means please mention it and encourage laughter. Two years ago during the Super Bowl, I nearly choked to death on some pizza. If something like that takes me, feel free to talk about it before, during and after the service.
A friend recently suggested a "Stuck on a Casket" contest, sort of like the "Stuck on a Truck" you sometimes hear about. I liked the idea. We're working on details.
If anyone goes all nutso crying over me, please remove her/him from the premises. If there's anyone out there who would miss me that much, tell me now.
Obviously there will be music involved. I haven't started picking specific songs but I can say I'm partial to Hootie & the Blowfish, the Gap Band and Don Williams.
And James Taylor.
And the Eagles.
I'd like to have a couple friends speak at the service. Open auditions will be scheduled. No longer than 10 minutes each and it needs to be good stuff. Bonus points for mentioning the home run I hit June 16, 1986.
If anyone has trouble rounding up enough pallbearers, consider using women. I'm gaining weight all the time and it might be fun for the crowd to watch them struggle with the casket.
A few final rules/reminders:
1) No dancing. That would just be disrespectful. Unless it's during the Gap Band portion. Then, I (and everyone else) will understand.
2) No crying. Seriously, you start whining and I can guarantee the t-shirt guy will be aiming as far away from you as possible.
3) EVERYONE goes to the cemetery. Nothing bothers me more than people who just want to sit inside a cozy church then bolt when the festivities move outdoors. If you're not willing to go the distance with this, you probably shouldn't have been invited in the first place.
4) Cell phone usage is fine. In fact, it's encouraged. That way, my daughter won't mind attending.
5) I need someone to sweep out the casket (besides the body, of course) before it disappears. I have a sister who has this odd habit of placing things (little momentos, etc.) in with the body. I love her ... but it's a little creepy.
6) I'd like someone to prepare a slide show of some of my finer moments. I don't think any photos of the aforementioned home run exist, but maybe something from my elementary school days (where I rarely made anything lower than a B on report cards and brought home perfect attendance awards on multiple occasions) and my junior high days (when we won the conference championship in football).
7) The procession should include a trip through one of the local Sonics.
Enough for now. Peace.
No, I'm not sick (that I'm aware of).
It weirds out my wife when I mention this ... as I do from time to time. I guess I just figure it's my last chance to plan an event and have at least a little control over it.
In short - if I can find the right people to help - it's going to be a blast.
No offense to any of the fine preachers I've known in my life but I want little to no preaching at my funeral. Yes, I realize it's a great opportunity to save the lost and I'm all for that. Anything over five minutes, though, and I'll leave.
I swear I will.
I would like to have t-shirts, however.
I'm thinking of something in the "R.I.P. Rick" format on the front. Maybe a nice photo of me in the middle. On the back of the shirt, I'm toying with something along the lines of "I went to Rick's funeral and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" ... or something tasteful like that.
You see, not everyone is going to get a t-shirt. I'd like someone behind the pulpit (stage) to be set up with a cannon thing like is used to fire t-shirts into the stands at sporting events. Every time the crowd looks bored, he's to pop a t-shirt into the crowd.
That is going to be so cool.
If I happen to have died from some weird, embarrassing mishap, by all means please mention it and encourage laughter. Two years ago during the Super Bowl, I nearly choked to death on some pizza. If something like that takes me, feel free to talk about it before, during and after the service.
A friend recently suggested a "Stuck on a Casket" contest, sort of like the "Stuck on a Truck" you sometimes hear about. I liked the idea. We're working on details.
If anyone goes all nutso crying over me, please remove her/him from the premises. If there's anyone out there who would miss me that much, tell me now.
Obviously there will be music involved. I haven't started picking specific songs but I can say I'm partial to Hootie & the Blowfish, the Gap Band and Don Williams.
And James Taylor.
And the Eagles.
I'd like to have a couple friends speak at the service. Open auditions will be scheduled. No longer than 10 minutes each and it needs to be good stuff. Bonus points for mentioning the home run I hit June 16, 1986.
If anyone has trouble rounding up enough pallbearers, consider using women. I'm gaining weight all the time and it might be fun for the crowd to watch them struggle with the casket.
A few final rules/reminders:
1) No dancing. That would just be disrespectful. Unless it's during the Gap Band portion. Then, I (and everyone else) will understand.
2) No crying. Seriously, you start whining and I can guarantee the t-shirt guy will be aiming as far away from you as possible.
3) EVERYONE goes to the cemetery. Nothing bothers me more than people who just want to sit inside a cozy church then bolt when the festivities move outdoors. If you're not willing to go the distance with this, you probably shouldn't have been invited in the first place.
4) Cell phone usage is fine. In fact, it's encouraged. That way, my daughter won't mind attending.
5) I need someone to sweep out the casket (besides the body, of course) before it disappears. I have a sister who has this odd habit of placing things (little momentos, etc.) in with the body. I love her ... but it's a little creepy.
6) I'd like someone to prepare a slide show of some of my finer moments. I don't think any photos of the aforementioned home run exist, but maybe something from my elementary school days (where I rarely made anything lower than a B on report cards and brought home perfect attendance awards on multiple occasions) and my junior high days (when we won the conference championship in football).
7) The procession should include a trip through one of the local Sonics.
Enough for now. Peace.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Mrs. Durham
Why do you write?
I've been asked this many times over the course of my life and I've never had a great answer. The more I think about it, though, the more I remember third grade.
I loved my third grade teacher. Her name was Belle Durham, which sounds a lot like Durham Bull. She was challenging and engaging. She seemed happy to be at school each day.
The most vivid memory of third grade, though, isn't necessarily a happy one.
I was in the "slow reading group."
You see, there was a fast reading group and a really, really slow reading group. Until this point, I had believed I fell right in line with the students in my class who were exceptionally bright. I thumped them all in our multiplication races on the blackboard on almost a daily basis, usually being rewarded with a sucker or another piece of candy.
Mrs. Durham, though, decided I wasn't a strong enough reader to join the elite in the class in their precious circle that gathered near the exit door to the classroom. Yes, I can still see it. Instead, I met with the slower bunch in another part of the room. There, we'd sit and look at each other, daring one another to read a page.
Elementary, and I guess some high school, teachers can relate. They've seen time and time again the kids who sit in class and duck their heads, hoping they can keep from being called upon to read aloud.
I wasn't that kid, though.
I loved reading aloud.
I just didn't realize I wasn't any good at it.
Luckily, Mrs. Belle Durham knew it.
"You sit over here, son." I still remember it. I was actually demoted - in the middle of a reading session. I made the walk of shame over to the "we have better things to do than read a silly book" group and took my place.
I can remember Mrs. Durham complimenting me on how I kept my place in the big red reading book. My fingers would turn pale from pressing underneath each word so hard.
The book was called "Never Give Up."
So, I didn't.
I'm now what I would consider a strong reader. I love to read. Can't read enough.
I tell you all this to say that I believe I love writing because I love reading.
All thanks to Mrs. Durham.
Your turn: If you're a writer and you've found your way here ... let me know why you write.
I've been asked this many times over the course of my life and I've never had a great answer. The more I think about it, though, the more I remember third grade.
I loved my third grade teacher. Her name was Belle Durham, which sounds a lot like Durham Bull. She was challenging and engaging. She seemed happy to be at school each day.
The most vivid memory of third grade, though, isn't necessarily a happy one.
I was in the "slow reading group."
You see, there was a fast reading group and a really, really slow reading group. Until this point, I had believed I fell right in line with the students in my class who were exceptionally bright. I thumped them all in our multiplication races on the blackboard on almost a daily basis, usually being rewarded with a sucker or another piece of candy.
Mrs. Durham, though, decided I wasn't a strong enough reader to join the elite in the class in their precious circle that gathered near the exit door to the classroom. Yes, I can still see it. Instead, I met with the slower bunch in another part of the room. There, we'd sit and look at each other, daring one another to read a page.
Elementary, and I guess some high school, teachers can relate. They've seen time and time again the kids who sit in class and duck their heads, hoping they can keep from being called upon to read aloud.
I wasn't that kid, though.
I loved reading aloud.
I just didn't realize I wasn't any good at it.
Luckily, Mrs. Belle Durham knew it.
"You sit over here, son." I still remember it. I was actually demoted - in the middle of a reading session. I made the walk of shame over to the "we have better things to do than read a silly book" group and took my place.
I can remember Mrs. Durham complimenting me on how I kept my place in the big red reading book. My fingers would turn pale from pressing underneath each word so hard.
The book was called "Never Give Up."
So, I didn't.
I'm now what I would consider a strong reader. I love to read. Can't read enough.
I tell you all this to say that I believe I love writing because I love reading.
All thanks to Mrs. Durham.
Your turn: If you're a writer and you've found your way here ... let me know why you write.
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