Gifted Grace

A few years ago, while attending a conference near the middle of the state, I received an email that would change the trajectory of the next few weeks of my life.  I was waiting for the keynote speaker to take the stage, and while I waited, I decided to check my email. I hoped to possibly start to get caught up on a days worth of missed emails that would need replies.   I didn’t want to spend the evening in my hotel room, returning emails.  When I opened my email, I immediately noticed an official email from a federal auditor that had been working with our district.   It seems I had made a small but incredibly significant typo in a request for a federal reimbursement, and now a large sum of our district’s federal funds was in jeopardy. Let me explain that I have struggled most of my life with reversing letters and swapping numbers when my stress levels increase.   I am usually pretty good about being self-aware of my errors and correcting them before submitting final copies of work.  Unfortunately, on this day, I missed one. Instead of dating one of the forms the 21st, I dated the paperwork the 12th.  This put most of my paperwork out of order and had the possibility of resulting in the denial of our reimbursement funds.  For the next three weeks, I worried and waited as my fate, and perhaps my career, sat in the hands of a federal auditor.  If you have ever work with a federal auditor, they are known for being by the book and not always being open to giving individuals very much grace when honest mistakes were made.   Fortunately for me, three weeks after the event began and with lots of explaining, agonizing, and apologizing, our reimbursement funds were granted. My mistake was forgiven.  I was the benefactor of the gift of grace.

As we hopefully return to school next week, we have talked about making sure we are giving students grace where we can.  We understand that every home situation is different, but most students will struggle somehow with the grind of doing school from somewhere other than the classroom.   As educators, we must remind ourselves of what life must be like for our students.   The standards still need to be high, but grace can’t be left out of the equation.

In the past few weeks, many of our teachers have faced a similar struggle. First, they have dealt with the necessity to learn an entirely new delivery system for instruction.   Then, after preparing for this possibility most of the summer, they have spent the last week waiting while our district deals with ransomware’s ripple effects on several district devices and servers.   In the end, the best we can do is to extend grace to each other and get through this difficult time the best we can.

Over the past week, I have heard both complaints and understanding about the weeklong closure of school.  It is very easy to catch ourselves doom scrolling through social media. Some find this as an appropriate avenue to voice both complaints and concerns.  I want to encourage you to look instead for opportunities to give others the gift of grace.   Each day, we find ourselves in multiple situations where we have the chance to give grace to those around us.  Not only is grace free, but it also benefits both the giver and the receiver.    With everything going on in the world around us, the gift of grace is just what many of us need.    

“The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances.” – Aristotle

Green, Yellow, Red


“What’s that yellow band on your wrist for?”  This is what the six-year-old in the grocery store line asked me this evening.   Kids tend to cut through all the political correctness and get right to the point.  You may notice staff members at Hazelwood Elementary wearing colored bands on either their wrists or name tags.  These colored bands help identify staff members’ comfort level with proximity to others during the pandemic.  We certainly still recognize that the current orders from the Governor require both social distancing and masks for everyone that enters the building.  As we progress through the year, we are hopeful that students can return and that some of the safeguards that are currently in place can be relaxed.  As that happens, this is how our staff will communicate their comfort level with others that enter the building.  I want to be clear that this isn’t a license for our team to act outside of the current set of expectations for schools.  We just want to make sure that our staff members clearly communicate their comfort level and where their personal space should begin.

The green band is worn by staff that have the highest level of comfort interacting with others.  They have evaluated the risks associated with the disease and decided which precautions are necessary for them and their family.  The yellow band is worn by staff who are still a bit hesitant and want to continue maintaining their physical distance in most cases.   The red band is the most restrictive. It is worn by staff that wish to keep their distance from others with very few exceptions. So, Green means “Go,” Red means “No,” and Yellow is somewhere in the middle.   If you are on campus, you will see a variety of colored bands.  In some cases, we have teachers and teacher assistants working in the same rooms that have different levels of comfort with physical proximity.  We believe that you can have different opinions about the pandemic and still respect others and work together to educate students.  

These bands came in midweek, and I walked around the school, handing out bands to members of our school community.  As I did, I was surprised by some of our staff’s choices, some that I thought would be one color chose another.  I was surprised by some of the team members that requested a red band. We all work around individuals that may put on a good act, but underneath there is still a significant amount of anxiety working in close proximity to other individuals.  It has been a healthy exercise for our staff to see and understand how to best interact with their colleagues and respect their boundaries.

On day two, a staff member came into the office and asked if it was Ok to take a red band.  She had chosen a yellow one the day before and explained that she was yellow on most days, but today she needed a red one.  For many of us, our comfort level with the pandemic changes from day to day.  So, several staff members have multiple colors in their desks for this exact reason.  Some days we just need to be yellow or red when most days we might be green.  Whether it is wearing red every day or only on some days, we had to establish that it is ok to not be ok.  It is also a great reminder that these same emotions, thoughts, and ever-changing comfort levels are just as present for students as for staff.  If we have adult staff that have a heightened level of anxiety with social distancing due to the pandemic, then is it fair to expect that our students will experience these same emotions.

You might ask if we are going to provide bands for students when they return.  The answer is, “No for Now.” Here is why. We feel it is both our responsibility and our charge to do everything possible to protect our students from exposure.  With that in mind, we are treating all students as though they are wearing a red wrist band.  This is the safest option we have right now.  

I could not ask for a better group of people to serve with than the staff at Hazelwood Elementary.  As I said, we have staff choosing to wear a variety of colored bracelets.  Some red. Some green. Some yellow.  Most days I choose to wear a yellow band.  However, if I am honest, there are days I find myself wanting a red band.  Staff have started to recognize the comfort level of others and even ask questions like, “Am I too close? Do I need to move back?”  I have had staff walk into my office and walk up to my desk only to apologize and step back.   We want to do a great job of focusing on others’ comfort level as much our own.  I love our willingness to focus on others, especially our students.  We are just as ready to have students back in the building as many of you are.  We want to do it safely, and we want to make sure that we can sustain having them in the building without increasing the number of community exposures.  When the time comes, know that Hazelwood is a judgment-free zone, just as we have agreed that it is ok to be comfortable or uncomfortable with this pandemic, it is also ok to want your child to be in school or to wish to keep them home for remote instruction.  We recognize that some of our parents have a comfort level of green right now. For others, the comfort level is yellow.  For others, it is red.  It is our responsibility to build your trust so that you can have your students back in the building when you are ready. Regardless of your choice as a parent, know that we will do everything we can to help your child continue to grow into a responsible, respectful lifelong learner.  We look forward to working with you to make that happen!

In Our Togetherness, Castles Are Built!

Irish Proverb

Leading Up To Launch

Growing up in the 80s, I was entirely consumed by the space shuttle program.  I can remember the first launch of the Space Shuttle Columbia in April of 1981.  I was just finishing up kindergarten, and in the weeks leading up to the launch, we talked about it and prepared for it.  To be honest, when Sunday, April 12th, 1981, finally arrived, the shuttle’s actual launch was much shorter than I had expected.  This spring will mark the 40th anniversary of the launch of the space shuttle.  I remember as much about the big deal made in the days leading up to the launch as I do the launch itself.

On Monday morning, August 17th, we officially begin a new school year.  In the first week, our teachers will meet with students, explain both what to expect and the expectations for online learning, get the necessary paperwork completed, and make sure students know how to use their technology devices.  Some of the assignments students will receive next week will be designed to help prepare students for the weeks to come.   These lessons will be designed to build student stamina and get them prepared for academic work.  We realize that many of our students haven’t completed serious, sustained academic work in many months, and it will take time to get back to where we were in March of last year.  Like an injured athlete who hasn’t exercised in several months, stamina must be built and maintained.   Other lessons will be designed to ensure students have the skills necessary to be successful in an online environment.  We will make sure they know how to email their teachers, submit assignments, and engage in live online classes.  Next week will be our “Lead Up to Launch.”  Our goal is to be ready to roll into full online instruction by the beginning of the following week.  

We believe that there are some behaviors that we can encourage students to have at home that will help them be more successful in an online environment.  We ask that you help us promote these behaviors as well.

  1. Create a Cadence In The Chaos

We all need routines to maximize our ability to be successful.  Most of us have specific routines that we go through each morning.  I get up, shower, shave, and dress for the day before feeding our dogs and having breakfast. I finish up with a quiet moment reading before leaving for work at almost the same time each day.  This process brings order and predictability to my day.  Our routines stabilize the chaos that surrounds us.   I have asked teachers to look at the assignments that they give every week and do their best to set up a cadence to the week to help both students and parents prepare for the weeks ahead.  I would ask that you do the same.  Help your child set up a schedule for school work that allows them to anticipate the work that will be coming and how they successfully navigate the workload and assignments that they will see each day and each week.

  1. Everyone Needs A Place

Everyone needs a place to work.  Help your child find a space where they can work each day or afternoon.  Having a specific place to do their school work helps set the stage for a successful experience.  Some of the students that we have heard who have struggled were trying to work from their beds or the couch while distractions surrounded them.  Moving to a space we have reserved for work or school helps trigger our minds to be better prepared for the vital work in front of us. 

  1. Set the Tone

Just like the location matters, so does the tone.  When I need to work, I often have to separate myself from the distractions of our main living areas. Sometimes, I may find a set of headphones and put them on without playing any music or sound.  This way, I can filter out the noise and focus on the task in front of me.  In learning about the tone where I get the best work completed, I know that sometimes I need a quiet space to finish the most critical tasks.

  1. Dress the Part

Several years ago, I heard a speaker talk about how she set herself up to be successful at home.  Her first encouragement was to dress for work.  She said that psychologically there was something profoundly different about the quality of her work when she got up and went through her usual morning routine and dressed for work before beginning her day at the table in her kitchen.   She said dressing the part was critical to producing her best work product. On Saturdays, when I get up early to write or work on school work, I have found that going through my morning routine and dressing for the moment really matters.  I encourage students to dress for school and prepare themselves for the school work that lies ahead.

As we prepare to launch a new school year, we hope that we can safely have students in our buildings very soon.  Know that we will do everything we can to create a safe environment where students can be successful. While we feel the best learning happens when we can conduct face to face instruction, we will do everything we can to help your child grow and be successful regardless of the instructional environment around us.  We look forward to this adventure with you that we are about to begin!

Thank You!

I wasn’t an exceptional elementary student.  I am sure if I continue to write these long enough, I will tell more stories about my elementary experience, and many of them are less than glamorous.  I didn’t always apply myself, and I was most likely one of those students that teachers would whisper about in the teacher lounge.  “I just hope you don’t get that “Trantham” kid when he goes to fifth grade.”  Yep. I’m pretty sure that was probably me.  Most teachers will tell you that mischievousness and intelligence are poor bedfellows, and I had enough of both to be dangerous.

At the beginning of my final year of elementary school, on one of the first few days of school, I was summoned for a conference with the teacher.  “Todd, will you come out in the hall with me for a few minutes.”  I had been summoned by Ms. Palmer, my new sixth-grade teacher.  At this point, I was still unsure of how to read her. She had a  sweet southern personality that had me more than a little concerned.  I was pretty sure she was a monster underneath that exterior that I did not want to mess with!  We walked across the hall to the library, sat for about fifteen minutes, and had a discussion that would change the direction of my life.  

She began by informing me that she knew I was capable of far more than I had shown anyone in my first few years of elementary school, and she expected more from me.  She also let me know that during the year, I would be helping out in one of our classrooms for exceptional children.  I would spend thirty minutes in their class two or three times a week working with students who needed my help and friendship.  I was partnered with a student twice my age that was nonverbal and had limited mobility.  We would become friends during the year, and through this experience, I was given a very different view of the world.  For the first time, I had been shown just how much I had been blessed.

In the coming years, my attitude towards school, my effort on my school work, and my focus changed.  From that day in August of 1986, I knew I wanted to be an educator.   I find myself sitting in my office this morning as the principal of Hazelwood Elementary.  I have taught and worked with hundreds of students in the last quarter of a century.  I can only hope that I have had half of as much of an impact on someone’s life as Ms. Palmer did when she called me out of class and reminded me of what I was capable of becoming.

Our mission at Hazelwood Elementary reads, To Empower and Inspire All Students To Be Responsible and Respectful Lifelong Learners. This is what we want to do every day for every student.  It doesn’t matter if we are all here at school in a traditional setting, all home in a remote learning environment, or somewhere in between.  This is why we do what we do. It’s why our teachers are ready to come back to school, even facing the dangers of a pandemic.  And, it is what Ms. Palmer did for me.  My hope is that one day our students will be able to point back to a moment in elementary school that changed the trajectory of their lives and search for a way to say  “Thank You.”

Thank You, Ms. Palmer, that’s what you did for me!

Punched In The Nose!

As a youngster growing up in Hazelwood, I led a pretty simple life.  I would wake up late, watch TV from the couch until nine.  I would then spend the rest of the morning cruising the greater metropolis of Hazelwood.  I stayed with my grandmother while my mom worked.   Mom worked as the Hazelwood school secretary and bookkeeper.  I know “secretary” is no longer a politically correct term, but in the early 80s, that is what they were called.  Granny’s house was a block from the school, so I was free to roam the majority of town, so long as I didn’t cause any trouble.  It’s a little crazy today to think of seeing a seven or eight-year-old free to roam town on his own.  

My summer mornings were filled with adventure. I would check in with mom and make sure she didn’t need anything.  That was just an excuse for being in the building as the gym was quite a distance from the office, and I knew I could play basketball in the gym as long as I didn’t disturb anyone that might be working.  From there, it was to the post office to check the mail.  To this day, I still love the smell of an old post office.  I would drop into Hazelwood Hardware and visit with Toot Nichols.  This was the place I would come after I had saved up enough money to buy my first pocket knife, and I can still see the enormous moose head on the wall.   While I am sure it was big, it looked the size of an elephant to a young boy.   I would wrap up most mornings with a stop at the pharmacy.  The Hazelwood Pharmacy had a flat grill and a lunch counter, and if I was lucky, my aunt would fix me a grilled cheese and a real cherry coke.  Sometimes I had to settle for two pieces of three-cent gum.  It depended on what change I had in my pocket and how pitiful and hungry I looked!  This was the early 80s, and the Cubs still had to play home day games because they didn’t have lights at Wrigley Field.  I would try and get back to Granny’s by 1:35, so I could watch Ryne Sandberg, and the beloved Cubs find a way to break my heart like they so often did.   I had a blessed childhood.

As I think back to growing up in Hazelwood, so many of my best memories came because those around me put me in a safe environment where trust was always far greater than the fear that something terrible was about to happen.  Trust was currency and was never in short supply.

But there were times in my childhood where the trust bank emptied and anxiety took over.  In the late summer of 1979, my mom woke me up early and told me to get dressed. She was taking me to something called preschool.  “Mom, I don’t want to go to preschool. Let me go to Granny’s.”   She insisted, and my morning routine was brought to a sudden halt.  I was dragged to the car,  threatened within an inch of my life that I would behave, and told that they would bring me back home at lunchtime.  This did not seem to be a place I would want to spend much time.  Mom walked me in the front door of the First Methodist Preschool building and introduced me to my teacher.  My teacher told me, “Everything is going to be fine. You will make friends and have fun.”  As Mom walked away, I felt the anxiety building up.  My trust was at an all-time low, and I had an ample supply of worry for me and any other student that might need it.  Within a few minutes, worry had turned to anger, “How could my mom love me and still leave me in this horrible place?”  The teacher must have detected my frustration.  She came over and got down on my level.  “You will be fine. This is a great place.”  I had had enough at that point, and no sweet words would convince me otherwise.  Before she could move away, I rared back and punched her square in the nose with everything I had.  

 It was not my finest academic achievement, and I am not proud of it, to say the least.  Let me make myself clear; I am not condoning my actions in any way.  But, in the past few months, many of our students and some parents have been faced with the same type of moment.  We have all found ourselves in a place where the trust that everything is going to be ok has been completely overwhelmed by the anxiety of our current situation.   It has not been fun, and it has not been easy.  As we start back to school this fall, it will look different.  Some students will be remote, while others might choose to return to the building at some point.  Regardless of what it looks like, we will all be faced with moments where we must fight back the urge to rare back and punch someone or something because our anxiety has overwhelmed the trust that things will get better.  

Relationships are more important than they have ever been for us as a school, as a community, and as a society as a whole.  We realize that your trust in us is critical to making school work, and we will do everything we can to create a safe environment where students can grow.  We hope that eventually, we can have students back in the building and return to something that looks somewhat like it did a year ago. We realize that all of you will not be ready to come back at the same time.  We will help you work through your hesitations and anxiety, and build the trust necessary to do this well.  

As with most of my childhood memories, this preschool story has a happy ending.  In the end, I loved my teacher and enjoyed the experience.  I still see my teacher around town, and she is always quick to remind me of my first day of preschool.  Eventually, the anxiety left, and trust returned.  I know that this season has made us all feel like we have been punched in the nose!  Most of us know well the nubbing sensation and awkward smell of taking one directly on the sniffer.  Our students have felt it. Parents have felt it.  We have all felt it.  I have to continue to believe that this gets better.  Our anxiety and worry over this season will pass, and just like my preschool experience, we will be better and stronger because of what we have experienced.  This story will have a happy ending for all of us. 

Lessons Learned

Over Father’s Day weekend, we spent three nights in a small campground about an hour west of our home. It was a great opportunity for our family to enjoy some time together. A day into our trip, a new camper arrived in the campground. If we couldn’t tell by the number of tries it took to get the camper backed into his spot, setting up his camper would most definitely set him apart from others that had camped before. Most experienced campers know that the first thing you must do with a camper is to get it level, balanced, and disconnected from your vehicle. After that, you can begin to put down your stabilization system and attach all of the extra hoses. Only after all of this is done can you get ready for your time of rest and relaxation. This guy was definitely new; he started at the end of the checklist and worked backwards. By the time he got around to try and get his camper level, he had already put out his slides, hooked up his power and sewer, and even put out all of his stabilizers. It was a real show to watch as he then worked desperately to get his camper off his truck and get it level. I really wanted to help, but my wife was fearful that he was already agitated and that I would only add to his frustrations. As I sat and watched, she reminded me that we were all new to this at one point or another, and we all had to learn those lessons at some point.

The lessons we learn in one season should be preparation for the next. This will be especially true when we start back to school in the fall. While school will look fundamentally different than ever before, those that take what they learned last spring and use it well will be the ones that thrive in this new normal. Lessons learned the hard way are usually some of the best lessons. As we learned to quickly transition from face to face learning opportunities to online instruction, we were novices. We made mistakes and hopefully noted what worked and didn’t work. It is very likely we will be called on to use those skills we developed to help students in the coming year.

We will all face challenges that are new to education when we start back to school in the fall. Some parents will be ready to give us their children every day and return to a normal existence. Other parents will be hesitant to send their students to school and want to shield them, as much as possible, from the risk of infection. We owe it to each of these students to find a way to help them grow. We will have second graders that are on grade level, having read every day for the last six months. Some will have worked regularly with tutors throughout the summer. Some of these students may have grown academically since they walked out of our doors in March. They may be sitting beside students that have opened a book for the last six months. Some students will need additional help to get back to where they were when we left. It is fair for us to expect gaps. The gaps will come in how our communities view the risk of schooling, in philosophies of how we provide education and in academic levels. Those schools that become successful in this new normal will be the schools that embrace the challenges and changes of how we deliver meaningful instruction. We must embrace this new environment before we can hope to begin to close the gaps that have developed in the last few months.

I find it incredibly rewarding to sit by my camper, smelling burgers on the grill and watching the flames from our campfire. There is a satisfying peace in being able to sit around with our family telling stories and enjoying their company. It takes preparation on the front end to enjoy the reward of rest and relaxation. The reward is worth all of the work on the front end. For educators passionate about student growth, the reward is similar. We must teach our students to put in the effort and dedication early in life. We must help them learn from their mistakes. If we do this well, we see those students grow into successful adults.

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.” -Oscar Wilde

THS Commencement 2020

Commencement Speech 2020

Over Memorial Day weekend, my wife and I were able to get out and hike for the first time in a few months.  Even though we were exhausted by the end of the day, it was nice to finally get out on a trail.   We had spent the days before debating where we wanted to go and finally settled on a trail system about a hundred miles north of us where we could possibly find a decent hike that would be isolated enough for us to keep our distance from others.  Getting there was an adventure, we had two options.  Take the interstate system most of the way and then a two-lane road for the last 30 miles, or we could wind our way through small towns and backroads.  The later would take us a little longer but would be a far more scenic drive.  We chose the latter. Several hours into our trip, the GPS system unexpectedly told us to take a right. The road was paved but unmarked, and after about four miles, we took another right onto a smaller and less maintained road.  Over the course of the next seven miles, the road got more and more narrow until finally, it turned into gravel.  It took us past some amazing views and old farms as we meandered through a couple of valleys.   The road finally turned back to pavement and eventually made its way back to a well-maintained state road a few miles from our destination.  The trip and hike were well worth the additional time that it took to get there, and it certainly wasn’t what we had expected when we left home.

Five hours after we had left home, we stood at the top of a rocky pinnacle overlooking the Northwest corner of the state and parts of both Virginia and Tennessee.   It was an amazing moment of solitude, sitting at the top and appreciating the silence and the work it took to get there.  As I think back over the great hikes I have had the opportunity to experience, from the far reaches of California and Utah to hikes in our own back yard, I remember far more than just the view from the top.  It is all the moments along the way, its the quiet conversations with my wife and hiking partner.  It is always way more than just the moments at the top.  

Today, as you celebrate the commencement of your high school experience, I hope that what you take from this time with us is more than just this experience today, more than just the last three months, more than just the memory of what you have missed.  I hope you take all of the other moments that got you here.   From the 3rd-grade talent show to the middle school band concert, to your favorite high school memory. Make sure you appreciate those special moments that got you here.  The heart of a mountaineer quietly whispers, keep climbing.  While we all enjoy the moments at the top, learn to appreciate the adventure that got you here and be ready to step into your next adventure when you leave.

As we wrap up this school year, we realize that seniors have missed out on many of the activities that naturally come along with completing high school. While the summit might not look like any of us had envisioned, you will leave here high school graduates. We are proud of what you have accomplished, and we look forward to watching what you do once they leave us. Seniors, cherish these moments as you wrap up high school and get ready for whatever might be next. Years from now, when you look back on this season, it will be these moments of adventure and not just the summit that you remember. Pick these moments well; they will be with you for a lifetime.

When the adventure ends…

As a child, I loved vacations.  On the night before we would leave, with bags packed, I would be so excited that I would struggle to sleep.  I would continue to plan amazing vacation adventures in my head through the night and struggle to turn it off and rest. I would imagine sleeping under the stars, visiting dream locations, and eating amazing meals.  I loved the adventure. It seemed that answers to questions on vacation were very different.  “Dad, can I have mint chocolate chip ice cream before supper?” Questions that would normally be “no” somehow became “yes.”  I could easily be spoiled by all the yeses that came along with vacations.   To this day, I still pack as much as possible into our adventures.  I love vacations and want to squeeze every possible memorable moment out of them.  It is not unusual for me to get back home after one of these adventures, totally exhausted, and in need of a rest.  

With every exciting adventure comes the dreaded time to leave for home.  Our time away is over and it is time to get back to our rituals and routines.  Even the most enjoyable adventure comes to an end.  A few years ago, on a trip out west, we came to the end of the week and I wasn’t ready to go home. I even mentioned to my wife that I couldn’t wait to come back again. On the plane trip home, I was journaling about what I wanted to do the next time we visited.  You know that you have had a great adventure when you get to the end of it and you are not quite ready for it to end.  

That is how I am feeling today. One adventure ends, and a new adventure begins.  In the last few months, it has become increasingly clear that I would soon have to make some difficult decisions about my priorities.  In the last year, my home responsibilities have certainly changed and, at many times, now come in direct conflict with my afterschool obligations here at Tuscola.  While I had fooled myself into believing that I could do both, the last few months of quarantine have shown me that I would need to choose.   The choice has not been easy, while Tuscola is undoubtedly a tough place to work because of its size and complexity, I love it here.  I love the students, I love the staff, and I love that I have been able to be a part of the history of this place.  Unfortunately, to do this job well takes more of me than I now have to give.  I have been blessed with the opportunity to meet and lead some amazing people, and I look forward to seeing what the amazing students and staff do in the coming years.  

I will not be far away. I have been blessed with the opportunity to transition to another fantastic school.  I began my career as an afterschool worker and later did my student teaching at the school.  If fact, Hazelwood Elementary has been a big part of my story for most of my life.   When I was a child, my mother worked as the bookkeeper at Hazelwood, so I spent a good portion of my summers in the school and surrounding community.  I feel so blessed to be able to lead another great group of students and staff in such an amazing community.

Through his character Winnie the Pooh, A. A. Milne once wrote, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”  When I was younger, the best adventures were those that were hard to end.  We tend to want a great trip to continue for just one more day.  I feel blessed to have been a part of something special enough to be tough to leave.  I can’t say thank you enough to those of you that have supported me in my time here. I look forward to continuing the adventure.

The Finish Line

When I was in elementary school, there was a single day that everyone looked forward to. In the late spring of every year, the entire school would gather in a large field behind the school building for field day. Lunch would be served early, and then over the course of an afternoon, students would race, grade level by grade level, in a number of different events. There were sack races, three-legged races, sprints, and even a short endurance race around the entire school campus. We celebrated both the winners and the opportunity to be out of class, even if it was only for an afternoon. When I was in fourth grade, I had talked one of my best friends into entering the three-legged race with me. We breezed through the preliminary races and established ourselves as the team to beat entering the finals for our grade level. We lined up and waited for the whistle to blow. Our plan was established: we would start with our inside leg and begin the same cadence that got us to the finals. We were unbeatable; the race was already ours. We launched out to an early lead as the race started and began the same process of extending our lead with each step we took. As we reached the last ten yards, we had continued to extend our lead, and I looked back to check and see who was going to bring up second place. This was the moment I took my mind off what we were doing, I missed a step, and we both faceplanted into the green grass that made up the racecourse. As we struggled to get back to our feet, we watched a team of two girls from our class pass us and cross the finish line for the win. By looking too far ahead, I had cost us the victory. We crossed the finish line second. I hid the red ribbon we were given for finishing second. It was a tough reminder of what happens when we get ahead of ourselves. 

As early as elementary school field day, we learned that after you crossed the finish line, there was almost always another race. Even if you fall flat on your face, there is always another opportunity to line up and begin moving towards a goal. The same is true of graduation; there will be more finish lines, more opportunities, more big decisions. For some, this is represented by the pursuit of a college degree; for others, it becomes work experiences or a career. In school, as well as in life, we learn to embrace the next race.  

Sometimes living life at full speed ahead can be dangerous. When we take our eyes off of what’s right in front of us, we run the risk of losing our footing and stumbling. The last few months have taught us to appreciate the moment. There is power in slowing down to appreciate the right now. I encourage you to keep moving towards your goals, but in the process, don’t miss the moments of adventure right in front of you. Don’t get so hyperfocused that you miss your moment.  

As we wrap up this school year, we realize that seniors have missed out on many of the activities that naturally come along with completing high school. While the finish line might not look like we had envisioned, these students will cross it and graduate next week. We are proud of what they have accomplished, and we look forward to watching what they do once they leave us. Seniors, cherish these moments as you wrap up high school and get ready for whatever might be next. Years from now, when you look back on this season, it will be these moments of adventure and not just the finish line that you remember. Pick your moments well; they will be with you for a lifetime.

Coffee Cup Moments

Most men have a love-hate relationship with shaving.  Depending on the morning, I can be on either side of that discussion.  Either way, almost every morning, part of my daily ritual is to pour a coffee cup of hot water and shave in the bathroom sink before getting ready and attacking the day.  I haven’t always used a coffee cup to shave, it only started two years ago.  In the spring of 2018, my wife and I took a much needed weeklong vacation to the southwest.  Over the course of a week in May, we hiked in Death Valley, the Mojave Desert, and into the Grand Canyon.   We logged almost fifty trail miles in four different states.  During the trip, I was struck with how much I took water for granted.  Hiking in the water-rich mountains of Western North Carolina is fundamentally different from hiking in the southwest.   Each hike we planned had to be thought through.  Your life depended on knowing where essential water points were located.  At one of those water points in the Grand Canyon, a small cliff chipmunk waited at the faucet for a passing hiker to leave the water running for an extra second.  As the faucet dripped, he carefully caught each and every drop that he could.  Water was scarce, and that scarcity magnified our appreciation of every ounce we poured in our bottles.  So, shaving from my coffee cup reminds me not to forget that this water is a blessing.

Scarcity is an interesting concept.  Scarcity can be seen in a visit to a grocery store just before a snowstorm, trying to find bread or milk.   You can catch a glimpse after a gulf hurricane when fuel pipelines in the south get disrupted, and everyone heads to the pump for fuel at the same time.   We have all witnessed it in the last few months looking for toilet paper, paper towels, or hand sanitizer.   Many times, moments of crisis make us appreciate the things we have taken for granted.  

In the last few months, I have found myself far more thankful for things I have taken for granted than possibly at any time in my life.  From the roll of Quilted Northern in the bathroom to our take-out latte from Orchard Coffee, I am more cognizant of those blessings.   For the last two years, I have referred to these moments of appreciation as coffee cup moments.  When we returned from our southwest vacation, I promptly found an appropriate sized coffee cup and placed it next to my bathroom sink.  I have been using it to conserve water when I shave every morning since our return.  Every morning, the coffee cup reminds me that I have been blessed, but with that blessing comes an obligation to conserve those valuable resources and only use what I need.  Wastefulness comes when we are blinded by our abundance.  As life begins to return to normal, I challenge you to find your own coffee cup moments and recognize the blessings that might have been missed.

Working Title- Scarcity: Ponderings from a Cup of Chin Stubble…  Angela Dove helps edit these with me and she told me that I could not, under any circumstances, use that title!  She usually gives me great advice so I am going to trust her.