One last laugh for John Pinette

One of my favorite comedians passed yesterday. John Pinette was one the few contemporary comedians that we could listen to with the kids when they were small on our 3,000-mile journeys across the fruited plain. His jokes are frequently retold at Fort Reed, and his humor greatly influenced our family culture.

The world is a less funny place without you in it, John. I was looking forward to seeing you on your 2014 tour, but your sense of humor is apparently needed somewhere else, perhaps in Valhalla. Pour one out for the big guy!

Every time I’m at the gym on the Horrible Machine®, chanting “Raviolis and a nap!” quietly to myself or my inner rage is yelling at people to “Get out of the line!” or I’m suffering carb-withdrawal hallucinations, I’ll be thinking of you, buddy.

I hope to leave as big a legacy of entertained people as you did. (I know you won’t mind the pun. =)

I’m sure Heaven has an all you can eat buffet! Try not to wolf it all down before I get there.

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How tall is that wall… really?

I’ve never thought of myself as an impala, or any other herbivore for that matter. Hrm.

The African impala can jump to a height of over 10 feet and cover a distance of greater than 30 feet.  Yet these magnificent creatures can be kept in an enclosure in any zoo with a three-foot wall.  The animals will not jump if they cannot see where their feet will land.

A lot of humans are like this.  They are afraid to take a risk.  Not I.  I understood at an early age that in order to triple your success ratio, you might have to triple your failure rate.
Harvey Mackay: Make Failure the Beginning of Greatness

Although it wouldn’t be too bad being a brontosaur. That might be pretty cool. Especially if someone mounted machine guns and howitzers on my back!

Does anybody else feel a little nostalgic for Paraworld now? I might have to dig that one out of the closet and set it up for family game night. Since Steam doesn’t seem to have it, I wonder if it’ll run on our Windows 8 PCs?

But I digress… I didn’t start this off to talk about war dinosaurs. Not withstanding the cool factor of giant armed and armored… Never mind.

Harvey Mackay’s post at Ziglar.com included something that I love:

Failure can be one more step on your road to success – you just have to turn it around in a positive direction.  Failure can push you harder to succeed.  Failure can strengthen your determination to overcome obstacles.  Failure can make you braver in the face of opposition.  Failure can help you learn what you need to do in order to succeed.  Failure can teach you what your limitations are – and your strengths.  Failure can encourage you to change your strategy.
Harvey Mackay: Make Failure the Beginning of Greatness

There’ve been decades of my life during which I felt caged in by walls that seemed insurmountable. Afraid to fail. Afraid to start. Just afraid… Looking back on them now, those walls seem about 3-feet tall. Huh.

Have you ever felt fenced in like that?

Do you now?

We may not be laser-equipped dinosaurs (yet) here at Glacier Peak, but we’re definitely pointing our [fictitious] bulldozers at some longstanding walls. It turns out that we can only be caged by our own consent.

You cannot be caged without your consent.

I’m not aiming for failure, but I won’t be daunted by it anymore if (and when =) it finds me. I hope you’ll join me and do that thing you’ve always wanted to do, but were afraid to try (again). We might both fail. So what?

After all, I’m Irish, and Murphy is that horrible second cousin that blows into town a couple times a year, just for fun, to remind me why I should never attend family reunions.

But I digress. Again…

Go do what Eleanor Roosevelt said: Do one thing every day that scares you. The bigger, riskier, and more likely to fail the better!