Review: Resilience by Eric Greitens

A couple years ago, I sat down in a bookstore and read Navy SEAL Eric Greiten’s first book, The Heart And The Fist and subsequently wrote a review. In my bookstore exploration I also discovered he had just written a new book, Resilience: Hard-Won Wisdom For Living A Better Life. During that time I also discovered Greitens was also running for Governor of Missouri.

Honestly, the title of Greitens’ book (along with the excellence of his other book) drew me toward reading it. Whether in discussing the lives of farmers and their families in our work at Nuru or talking about personal perseverance, the word resilience has become quite a popular word in my estimation. And, similar to Greitens, I also believe that resilience is a skill to be developed as well as a purposeful way of living life. As he says, “Resilient people do not bounce back from hard experiences, they find healthy ways to integrate them into their lives.” And “Resilience is the key to a well-lived life.”

The book was originally a set of letters sent to a friend and fellow SEAL who was encountering a series of hardships back on the home front. Greitens edited the letters to make them available and accessible to a wider audience, and they really are robust and thoughtful pieces whether read individually or as a whole. As I read the book, I found myself filled with gratitude for incredible friends who have (similar to Eric with his friend) spoken truth and shared wisdom with me.

The chapters of the book walk through subjects including why resilience is important and what it is, and then offers a series of practical tools that everyone should seek out to develop their own resilience. Greitens reminds his friend (and his readers that everyone can develop resilience, but no one can do it for you, and it takes time, intentionality, and hard work. He also spends chapter after chapter reminding his readers of the tools and benefits of resilience, and roots his writing in both lived experience and historic literature.

If you are looking for a book to explore and improve your own resilience, I highly recommend Resilience by former Missouri Governor Eric Greitens. It bears repeating though that buying the book will not develop your resilience. Only you can do that, and the fact that you can do it is, in itself, an incredible gift. May we each seek the mentors, the motivation, and the mindful discipline to cultivate resilience in our lives for the good of ourselves and our world.

Leadership and Executive Coaching

A few years back, I launched a personal commitment to develop in a whole new arena, coaching leaders. Since roughly 2013, both my friend Jake and myself have benefitted greatly from working with a Leadership/Executive Coach to improve our self-leadership, our management, and our ability to bring the best service possible to our supporters at Nuru as well as the more than 120,000 beneficiaries and over 200 leaders we work with in Kenya, Ethiopia, and Nigeria.

To be fair, the field of coaching has had a fair share of criticism, and much of this is the result of people who have no formal training deciding that they will assert that they are coaches. When I had the opportunity to begin being coached, I have to admit I had a mix of expectant curiosity and jaded cynicism about the whole process. I mean, on the one hand, who wouldn’t want to tap into another level of capabilities to bring their very best offering to serve others. But, on the other hand, I had a little bit of anxiety that this “coaching” stuff was just going to be a bunch of navel-gazing, cheerleading, and hype. What I found was a resource far better than I could have imagined.

I worked with a coach named Andy Scantland who is the principal of a company called Upside-Partners.  Andy has been great! He and his wife have become incredible friends to myself and Jamie, and he really helped me take my leadership capacity and ability to a whole other level. I truly believe that Jamie and I have both benefitted from my work with Andy, and I believe Nuru has as well. Over the course of my time working with Andy, I believe I have become a better leader, and I have become more aware of pitfalls that can hurt my performance in both work and life. I am also more physically fit, more focused, and healthier than I think I have been for a long time.

Over most of my adult life, through my time working in vocational ministry, my time serving in my tribal community, and in other arenas. I have had the opportunity to work informally in several arenas that called on me to not only bring out my best, but also to bring out the best in others. Through these experiences and as a result of working with a coach, the transformation that has taken place in my own ability to lead, manage, process, and be fully present led me to begin formal training to be a leadership/executive coach. I talked with Andy about it, and he was really encouraging! He talked to me about some of my specific strengths that would be of incredible service to others if I were to receive formal training to be a coach. He also sent me a few links to reputable training and certification programs including the program he went through with the Coaches Training Institute (CTI). I began researching, and decided that CTI, aside from being one of the oldest and most reputable coaching organizations in the world, had the kind of rigor and depth of content and training that I wanted to have for the good of this world and future clients.

After multiple encouraging conversations with Jamie and other friends, and being counseled that it would be really easy to put off the training, I decided to take the plunge and hit the ground running back in 2016. I signed up that year for a full year of training and certification with CTI. It has been an amazing journey so far, and in a few future posts I look forward to sharingsome of my reflections and learning from a few of those training opportunities.

May each of us launch out in bold ways in the months and years ahead to bring our very best offering of ourselves for the good of others and the glory of God.

A Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Well, 2018 was a full year, and largely it was a year with very little blogging or writing. I’m hoping to change that in 2019, and that includes sharing a few posts in the weeks ahead that I had hoped to share in the past.

The year was incredibly full for us as we witnessed our daughter growing and celebrating her second year of life on the earth. We spent a little less than half the year on the move, and had the privilege of seeing many old friends and making some new ones along the way.

And wow, were there some amazing moments in 2018! In February, I witnessed Jamie share her story of why she is so passionate about addressing extreme poverty…with leaders from all over the world who are part of the ONE campaign started by Bono. Jamie addressed a crowd of more than 200 leaders, and as she shared her story it was truly inspiring. I wept with joy and pride as I heard her share her passion in front of such a large crowd of leaders.

In April we took our first extended international vacation with Sylvia. Nuru was invited to participate in the Skoll World Forum in Oxford, and so Jamie and Sylvia traveled with me and we planned a little European vacation on the heels of the forum. We spent time in Paris, London, and Amsterdam, and were able to see some friends in Amsterdam along the way too! And, Sylvia ran all over the Gardens of Versailles while we were in Paris. Such fun times!

Lots more traveling took place throughout the year, and we were incredibly grateful to be able to connect with friends in Boston, San Francisco, Chicago, DC, Columbus, Portland, and Denver among other places.

Jamie and I have both had the blessing of being able to work helping people. Jamie has continued working at HealthWorks supporting patients in aquatic rehabilitation and leading aquatic fitness classes as well.  In addition, she has been moving forward with ONE, and was instrumental in getting others around our state involved with the movement.

We continue working to inspire others in confronting the crisis of extreme poverty and joining our efforts at Nuru. This year, Nuru was able to exit its second country project, and as an organization, we celebrated ten years of changing lives in remote, rural areas.

We also completed another Marine Corps Marathon this year. This time, Jamie’s dad joined us too! Honestly, if it had not been for his accountability for us, I’m afraid our training would have been hijacked by our travel this year. At sixty-two, Jamie’s dad nailed a bucket list project, and it was pretty awesome that he and Jamie were able to finish the race side-by-side.

And of course, we have been enjoying every day with Sylvia in our life. She is such a precious gift, and it has been wonderful to witness her growth and development. She has seen more of the world than either Jamie or I had ever dreamed of seeing in all of our years growing up. And she spreads joy everywhere she goes. Right now, a few of her favorite things include Pitzi (Pizza), Moana, and eating gummy snacks that Pa (my dad) supplies to her.

But the year wasn’t all fun times. In March, I had laser vein ablation surgery done on my left leg. It was a problem that I had honestly hoped would clear up with exercise and dietary changes. Not that I have ever been incredibly unhealthy, but I just hoped that making some changes would do the trick. Unfortunately, my physician and the specialist I saw told me that’s not exactly how these things work, but that I was “a good candidate for surgery.” I always knew I had potential 😉 The surgery has helped clear up a massive protrusion of veins in my calf, and I have significantly reduced swelling in my left leg and ankle as a result, and now, a few months away from the surgery, I’m getting stronger and I’m moving better too!

If there were one word to describe this last year, I think I would choose the word “full.” The year was full of blessings and unexpected gifts and joys, and honestly, I think if we look closely at every year, we will witness something similar. Each year has its own fulness, but our Creator equips us with everything we need to overcome and to thrive.

As we wind up 2018 and look toward 2019, I’m praying that you will be able to take some time to consider just how full your year was as well, and that you will savor that fullness in the year ahead. Thanks so much for being part of our lives and part of the adventure we have been called to! May you experience fullness in all that you do!

A Labor Day Road Trip That I’ll Never Forget

I had been in conversations with my friends John Hancox and Jake Harriman for a few months about this new organization they were planning to launch, an organization dedicated to the work of addressing extreme poverty in fragile rural communities. Jake had been in Kenya serving in an internship with another organization, and we had all been reading his blog posts about his experiences working in rural African farming communities. I had actually shared one of his posts with a number of friends. Jake and I had chatted about the idea a few times while he was in Africa, but we were finally going to meet and discuss things in person, on Labor Day in Morgantown, West Virginia, Jake, John, and myself.

We had planned to meet for an hour on Labor Day morning, but that quickly evolved into a road trip to Hancock, Maryland to meet up with another longtime friend, Andy Cogar, who had been working with Jake on the paperwork to get the organization, Nuru International, officially setup. During the day, we all reminisced about our undergraduate days and recalled conversations we had had even during our freshman year about how amazing it would be if that the reason we all ended up in the same residence hall at West Virginia University was to do something world-changing together later in life. And here we were, dreaming about working together to make a lasting impact in the lives of our global neighbors living in desperation. Each of us had independently concluded that extreme poverty was the greatest humanitarian crisis in our world, and that the desperation created by extreme poverty led to a whole host of other issues that have ripple effects across the globe from violent extremism and child soldiers to trafficking and slavery. And here we were, all together, talking about working together to do something to put an end to these injustices.

Looking back, I had no idea how much that one road trip would shape my life. There is something special about being able to launch an idea to reality with a group of friends, and that Labor Day road trip opened the door to seeing so much positive change in the world. Together, with a whole host of incredibly talented people from multiple continents, we have been able to see more than 100,000 people begin to lift themselves out of extreme poverty for good. We have seen what started as an idea become a reality and take shape in communities in Kenya and Ethiopia, and we have had the privilege of witnessing thousands of our friends and family members rally with us in the belief that a different kind of world is possible, a world where hope replaces desperation, where tools and knowledge create new opportunities, and where each of us is able to find a way to serve in making the world a little better and a little brighter.

In some ways it is only fitting that we were meeting on Labor Day. Each of us came from families who worked hard to ensure that we were able to have a future with more opportunities than our parents had. We were each richly blessed with gifts and talents and our upbringing served as a reminder that our gifts and talents are meant to be used in service to others. And, just like us, the people we eventually began working with starting in September 2008, were a lot like us and our parents. They were hard-working farmers who wanted to provide a better future for their children, and who wanted to live as good neighbors in their communities. Each of us was dreaming a big dream for seeing the end of extreme poverty in our lifetime. We had been inspired by the Bono’s and the Nelson Mandela’s of the world and wanted to work hard to do our part.

And today, eleven years after that labor day road trip, we are continuing to dream big dreams for making a difference in the lives of others, and we are working hard, together with you, to make those dreams a reality. May we each make the most of the limited number of days we have on this earth, and may we be ever attuned to faithfully living out our calling in meaningful service to others in this world.

Reflection: Good Friday Birthday

It’s been quite a while since I have written a blog post of any sort, and it has not been for what I would say was a lack of content. Sometimes in the midst of living out the stories of our lives, we either just don’t make the time for adequate reflection, or that reflection does not get transcribed from thoughts in the mind into the written word. For me, the reflection has been happening, but the transcription has not…

That being said, I felt like the fact that Good Friday and my birthday fell on the same day this year offered an interesting opportunity not only for reflection but for putting those reflections down in written word. I actually did a quick Google search, and this is the first time it has happened since 1956 (I wasn’t around for that occasion, but my parents were). It was just ten years ago on Good Friday that I met up with my friends Jake, John, and Wes to talk about the launch of Nuru, to reflect on the crucifixion, and on a lighter note, to prepare to watch WVU beat Duke in the NCAA tournament! Taking time to pause on Good Friday has been a longstanding tradition for me, but combining it with my birthday added to the uniqueness of it this year.

This year I celebrated my “Jerry West” birthday (44 for years of life)! Interestingly, there are 45 days inclusive from Ash Wednesday to Good Friday, so I’m taking that is a reminder to be mindful of the future as I rest in the present. Of course, as part of my birthday tradition, I dropped to the ground to perform my age in push-ups, plus one for the year ahead as well. There are routines like this that I hope to continue throughout my annual rhythms, and new ones that I hope to cultivate as well; one of them emerged on my birthday, not so much as an annual tradition but a daily aspiration.

Over the last decade, during the Lenten season, I’ve spent my mornings walking through an eight-week devotional book called Developing Intimacy With God by a man named Alex Aronis. I highly recommend the book. It was recommended to me by my friend JR Woodward as I was considering a pretty significant career decision, and I’ve been through a book a dozen times since that introduction.

During my reading yesterday, the focus was on the seven last statements of Jesus. This one struck me in particular as I was reading. Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. This particular phrase, being spoken by Jesus as He was being crucified, mocked, ridiculed, and his garments were being divided and people were casting lots for them, struck me because of all of the layers of meaning that seemed to be captured within it. While I believe the words of scripture have an enduring and timeless aspect to them, I also believe that they have a lot to teach in the present moment and the particularities of today. For instance, when Jesus spoke these words, I doubt that most of those who mocked, pierced, and cast lots realized they were doing this to the Messiah.

At the same time, I think there is an indictment on each of us. His imploring is as much for us as it is for those people surrounding him. As much as we would like to say we know exactly what we are doing—nobody likes the thought of being somewhat naïve or ignorant to what they are doing—I think many times we speak and we act without thinking or fully grasping the weight and implications of our words and actions.

  • We write scathing comments on social media without much concern for how it might affect someone on the other end of our remarks—we don’t know what we are doing.
  • In the silence of others, we fill in a narrative of our own creation to belittle and alienate them, we don’t know what we are doing.
  • We don’t give our full presence to the moments that are unfolding in our lives, and those moments are magical; we don’t know what we are doing.
  • We stop having meaningful conversations, and we become one another’s accusers, when deep down each of us cries out from our soul for an Advocate; we don’t know what we are doing.
  • We choose to regularly eat unhealthy foods, or neglect our fitness and wellness, and end up planting seeds for disease and sickness in our lives that will one day be reaped to this dismay of ourselves and our loved ones; we don’t know what we are doing.

In these and in many other ways, we are needing of forgiveness. Sometimes we know exactly what we are doing, and there’s a depth of malevolence present, but many times we are unaware of the full scope of what our actions are doing to ourselves and to others. As I was reading these words of Jesus on my birthday, I felt like it gave me a space to slow down and consider how many times in my life, I have made choices, that if I had fully considered their implications, I would like to think I would have chosen differently. I’m sure that is the case for each of us. I’m not writing these words out of a sense of guilt as much as a reminder that each of us should make every attempt to tread a little more lightly and speak and act with greater gentleness toward one another and toward ourselves, because we truly do not know what we are doing much of the time.

As I consider the years that have transpired in my life, and like each of us, with no guarantee of how many years, days, hours, or seconds I have left to draw breath, make choices, speak, and act, I hope to live the remaining moments of my life with greater intentionality, with graciousness, and with a greater cognizance of my surroundings in the present, and I hope the same for you. May we each walk with greater gentleness, and may we be quick to forgive and to care for one another as best we can. From where I sit, it seems like the world could use a lot more of that.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

 

“But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.”~Luke 2:19

Well, 2017 is nearly over, and it has been quite a whirlwind. Every year, I strive to write some kind of retrospective on the year. Sometimes it makes an appearance in a Christmas letter, and other times it ends up being a blog post (which have declined in frequency in general in 2017—sorry!) to be shared online.

Where to begin? We have been witness to incredible blessings in 2017. God gave us the incredible joy of watching our daughter grow and explore this beautiful world. Sylvia’s birth and growth have definitely shifted our daily rhythms. We explore more, and we try to savor the little things a bit more than we probably have in the past. It has been amazing to see this little girl grow and learn and gaze upon the world with wide-eyed wonder, and fill her little heart with love, goodness, and discovery. She really brings out the best in everyone she comes in contact with, and that is a beautiful gift.IMG_2570

We were on the move a lot this year as well. Sylvia now has 26 states under her belt, she

has explored five national parks, and has been on 30 flights. She (and we) have been diligent to be outside together for an average of an hour a day, and we go on almost daily walks together. There’s a 3.3 mile loop near our house that has become our walking/running circuit when we are home, so I guess we are always ready for a 5K walk/run. 😉 I also worked to be more disciplined about taking vacation this year (I’m terrible at it but improving), and we were able to see some amazing sights during our travels; including sunrise in Glacier National Park. Sylvia also dipped her feet in both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans during her first year of life too! One of my biggest joys with Sylvia this year had to be walking into our garden together, picking tomatoes off the vine, and sitting in our yard and eating them. Often the most joyful moments are the simple ones.

IMG_3047I finished a one year program for nonprofit leaders at Harvard’s Kennedy School of Government in May, and was invited back to campus this past fall to contribute to the learning of the incoming class.  I also accepted an invitation to become a member of Forbes Coaches Council and have contributed to a handful of articles online. In addition, we are continuing to expand our impact at Nuru. It’s hard to believe it has been 10 years since Jake and I first met up to discuss his idea for addressing extreme poverty in some of the toughest places on earth, and, thanks to your support, Nuru is now in three countries and has gone from an idea to an organization benefitting more than 120,000 people.

IMG_2736Jamie started back to work at Healthworks in February after her maternity leave. She’s an incredibly gifted and compassionate aquatic rehabilitation therapist, and it is a delight to see her serve so many and help people improve their wellbeing as she works with them in the pool. She has continued serving as a Congressional District Leader for the ONE Campaign (Bono’s poverty fighting advocacy organization) and during the ONE Summit this February worlds collided as she introduced the keynote for the event, Jake Harriman, CEO and Founder of Nuru International! When she’s not fighting poverty or improving lives at Healthworks, she’s caring so sweetly for our little girl!

Our hearts have been so full this year. My mind is flooded with details around memories throughout the year that I just can’t fit into a short letter. There has been so much goodness we have been able to savor, so much to be grateful to God for. Our friendship with you sits at the top of that list. We have been so privileged to have wonderful people like you in our life; praying for us, encouraging us, laughing with us, and shaping new memories with us.

My prayer is that 2018 will find each of us celebrating the little blessings that make appearances in our lives each day, and that we will grow in our gratitude, our generosity, and our care for one another. May we each do our part to love well in a world that could use more love, more grace, and more peace. And, like Mary in the Gospels, may each of us treasure up the stories and memories we are sharing and creating, pondering them in our hearts.DSC_0300

Merry Christmas and have a happy new year!

$15,000 #GivingTuesday Match Today Only For Nuru International

It’s been a while since I posted on this blog, but today is just too important to not post. A generous West Virginian has committed $15,000 to match every donation that Nuru International receives today in honor of #GivingTuesday.

Over the last nine years, our entire team at Nuru has been hard at work developing leaders who have the passion, the drive, and the commitment to making extreme poverty history in their homes and their communities. One of those leaders is the gentleman next to Jake in the photo above, Josephat Marawa. Josephat was one of the first farmers Jake met when we launched Nuru in Kenya in 2008. Josephat was struggling to grow enough food to help his family address hunger and just like any parent, he was longing for his children to have a better future.

I can remember multiple occasions where I had the privilege of being with Josephat in the field and meeting with other farmer households. He is an incredibly soft-spoken and thoughtful individual, and in the years since he first started farming with Nuru, he has grown in both his ability to provide for his family and his ability to serve his community. He is now a field manager for Nuru Kenya’s Agriculture Program, and is helping about 500 farmers to improve their livelihoods and to chart a better future for their families.

Josephat Marawa, Field Manager Nuru KenyaJosephat is one of many leaders that Nuru International has poured into. And you might wonder, why invest in developing leaders? Why not just provide something to meet immediate needs? Well, the answer is simple. As a result of investing in leaders like Josephat, Nuru’s Western staff were able to leave Kenya in 2015 and watch from afar as local staff continued to adapt and expand programs to serve their communities. They are helping other leaders grow and expand their reach, and the impact will continue for many years to come!

Billy and Jamie in Zefine, Ethiopia

And it’s not just happening in Kenya. In Ethiopia, there are leaders like Tekalign Teferi and Temesgen Berihun, who are training up Nuru Ethiopia staff on the importance of servant leadership, of putting others first, and of helping to build the capacity of those around you. And in the near future, Western staff will be leaving Ethiopia and watching locals continue to serve new communities. And they will do it even better!

And today, you have an opportunity to invest in these leaders with double the impact. As I mentioned before, a generous West Virginian has committed to match every donation received today, up to $15,000. That means if you give $250, it becomes $500. If you give $50 it becomes $100. If you give $500, it becomes $1,000. None of this work would be possible if it weren’t for the generosity of friends like you. Will you give toward maximizing this match and helping Nuru serve even more communities in the future? Thanks for all you have done and continue to do to help more and more families lift themselves out of extreme poverty for good!

Reflection: Veterans Day 2017

Each year on or around Veterans Day (and many other holidays) I like to pause to reflect on the day–its meaning and how and why the day is observed in our culture. Since the advent of social media, Veterans Day in particular becomes a day for a collective pause. I see updated profile photos of many of my friends as they take time to remember with pride their own time of service and the people they had the opportunity to serve with. Families take time to remember and honor their relatives who made commitments of service to this country. For those who have retired, who are no longer alive, and for those who are still serving, the rest of the nation turns its eyes, thoughts, and attention to the incredible acts of service of these men and women.

Over the course of my adult life, I have had the privilege of serving in various roles with and learning from many veterans. First and foremost would likely be my Uncle Bill. who served in the Army long before I was ever born. My Uncle Bill has always demonstrated the value of serving others first. He and his late wife always practiced hospitality and generosity when we would visit his house, and even today, I know that none of his family or friends ever lack when their is a need. When I go back home, I always strive to make time to visit him and listen to the amazing stories of service and witness the example of this 82 year old relative.

In addition to Uncle Bill, another veteran I had the privilege of learning from and being mentored by was the late Chief of my tribe, Joseph Raincrow Neale. Okima (which I always called him out of respect). He served in the US Navy during WWII, and was not only an incredible spiritual leader and mentor, but was a wonderful role model with regard to service, discipline, respect, and honor. He was hard but fair, stern but compassionate, and resolute but gracious. He taught me much about what it means to give of one’s self and to never relent when it comes to hard work. He also demonstrated one of the most wonderful relationships with Jesus that I had ever seen. He set the standard for what it means to be a human being. He was a real human being.

And over the last ten years or so I’ve had the privilege of working directly with a friend of mine from my freshman year of college, a fellow West Virginian, who felt a strong call to serve, transferred from WVU to the United States Naval Academy, and served as a Force Reconnaissance Marine before launching an organization dedicated to eradicating extreme poverty and making this world more stable and safe for everyone, Nuru International. Jake has done an incredible job of bringing together a team from both the civilian and veteran community who are fiercely committed to servant leadership and bringing meaningful choices to our global neighbors.

Across every area of my life, I have had the privilege of rubbing shoulders with a number of veteran men and women, and I am constantly impressed with the discipline, courage, commitment, and tenacity that each one of them continues to bring into their daily lives. Whether it is my friend Marta who recently transitioned out and is looking for new opportunities to serve, my friend Raphael who is steadily reminding fellow Americans that their citizenship demands service, or my friend Matt who works two jobs to support his family and provide a future of hard fought freedom for his children, they each continue to bring a steadfast and resilient commitment to service and overcoming challenges into every area of their life–and exhorting others to do the same.

On Veterans Day, we remember the fallen, those who are still down range, and those who have transitioned into so-called ‘normal’ life. Businesses and individuals offer their thanks for service and applause for sacrifices that only a small percentage are willing and able to make, but I wonder if there is a stronger and more meaningful gesture. What if more of this world operated by a code of honor? What if more men and women chose to live their lives with an others first mentality? What if we chose sacrifice-over self indulgence? What if we chose to emulate the example of those few who have set aside their own comfort for the sake of their fellow humans? To me, I feel like that would be the best gesture of gratitude that could be bestowed upon those who have served, those who have fallen, and those who are still down range. In fact, earlier today, my friend Jake actually mentioned a similar idea via social media, “Look the veteran you care for the most in the eye and tell him or her that you won’t let his or her sacrifice be for nothing.”

May we each aspire to live courageous lives of sacrifice, service, courage, and commitment, and may we demonstrate honor and respect as we seek to build a better world, together.

Reflection: In Remembrance Of A Tribal Elder

A few weeks ago, I received a message and saw an image on social media that announced the departure of Jack “Flying Duck” Nealefrom this world to the next. My mind went immediately to his family, and praying for their loss. Travel prevented me from attending his funeral, and my pace of life has prevented me from writing about this loss to the world until now. What follows are some of my memories of Flying Duck and times with him.

Most who knew him, knew him as Jack, but I only really ever called him by his Shawnee name, Flying Duck. Flying Duck was 89 years young, and had lived an incredibly full life. He was among the people responsible for the construction of the 470 by-pass near Wheeling, West Virginia, and had served in the United States Navy along with his brother. He spent the majority of his life living in the family home that had been occupied for generations near the Ohio River. I had the privilege of visiting him a few times over the last 20 years in that family home. He and his brother were great storytellers, and Flying Duck had some pretty amazing stories he had amassed through a lifetime of experiences within our tribal community and the native community at large.

IMG_1927Each time I visited, we would sit in the dining room and share stories about what was happening in our lives. He would, without fail, gesture to the dining room table, which was his grandmother’s and had been kept in the family for generations. He would say, “Billy, there have been some pretty amazing Christians who have sat at this table for generations. Everyone from my grandmother, to my mother, to my brother Raincrow, and guests from all over the world. Including Dr. Alexander Reed, a missionary to Africa. And now, Billy, you are continuing that tradition.” I always considered it a privilege to sit in his dining room and catch up, and talk about life, tradition, and faith.

IMG_1925Flying Duck was also a silversmith. In fact, he and his son Barry, were among the few remaining silversmiths in our tribal community. For generations, Shawnee people have worked with silver. And back in 2010, I visited Flying Duck with my best friend in the whole world Willie to ask for his help in creating an engagement ring for my future wife. I showed him a few photos of us on my phone, and shared stories around how we met. He listened, and told me he felt honored that I would ask him, but that he was not able to do smithing with that level of detail anymore. While I was disappointed that he would not be able to help with the ring, I was grateful for being able to sit and share stories together one more time.IMG_1924

Back in 2013, one of his grand-daughters, April, was getting married, and Jamie and I were invited to attend. Sadly for me, this was the last time I was able to spend time with Flying Duck. At the same time, I was grateful to be with him and his family to celebrate a special day, and I was grateful to be able to finally introduce him to the wonderful lady who I asked to marry me a few years prior. As per our tradition, we shared stories and laughter during this window of time we were given.

IMG_3091Long before any of these moments, there was a moment when I was much younger that I remember sitting and listening at the doorstep of our tribal council house as Flying Duck and some others discussed their shared faith, our historic traditions, and navigating life in a fast-changing world. Flying Duck saw me sitting on the stoop, and invited me into the conversation. He invited me to share perspectives, but really all I wanted to do was listen—and so listen I did. The moment was pretty magical for me; I was sitting and listening to the wisdom of elders that had been passed along for generations. Flying Duck and a handful of others gave me such incredible gifts during that time, gifts that helped me grow in my faith as well as in my own sharing of stories.

Because of Jack Neale, there are many in this world whose lives have been altered. I am just one of them. Now that he has departed this world, may those who knew him savor the good times they were able to spend with him, and may each of us savor the time we have with those who are close to us.

Reflection: Marine Corps Marathon 2017

For half a decade, Jamie and I have made an annual commitment to train and to run the Marine Corps Marathon and coordinate a charity team for Nuru International. In 2013, it started with a group of my friend Jake’s classmates from the United States Naval Academy expressing a desire to participate in an effort to raise funds and awareness for Nuru. At that time, I don’t think I had ever run more than six or seven miles at one time in my entire life, and the last time I had run that far was in the summer of 2006.

Jamie and I took the opportunity to run for Nuru International as an opportunity to not only push ourselves out of our comfort zones, but also as an opportunity to invite friends and family to join our efforts to fight extreme poverty. On the day I signed up in April, I went out and ran about five miles very slowly around my neighborhood. I knew I had six months to build up capacity to be able to complete a marathon, but I wanted to get a gauge of my starting point. As the weeks rolled up, so did the miles, and by May, every long run was comprised of more miles than I had ever run in my life. And by October of that year, Jamie and I had both completed our first marathon.

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Each year, as I run, I learn something different about myself, my training, my mental toughness, and my resilience. This year was no different. This year was one of my slowest times running the distance, and in that there were a number of learnings. It was unseasonably warm on race day, and we received notifications to stay hydrated throughout the run, and I took this to heart…a little too much. My training this year was focused more on strength training than on miles of running, and I think I only had three or four runs during the entirety of 2017 that were ten miles or greater. I spent a large part of the two days prior to the event on my feet representing Nuru to the more than 100,000 visitors to the Marine Corps Marathon Expo. Any one of these factors could hurt performance, but my wife and I had also committed that we would not hold ourselves to a time goal, but would hold ourselves to the goal of completing the run.

So what did I learn this year? Well, I learned that it is of critical importance to stay focused on the larger goal. At around mile 20, I started to get nauseous and light-headed, but I knew that if I paced myself, and kept moving forward, I could finish. Sometimes in running and in life, we need to adjust our pace, and acknowledge there are often factors beyond our control that should be taken into account, and should lead us to adjust our pace. But what they should not do is disrupt us from accomplishing our larger goals, just our timelines. I believe we need to have goals in front of us to keep us moving forward. If I didn’t have a goal in front of me, it would have been easy to just stop and give up. Keep moving forward, no matter what.

I also learned that there are limits to what I can do. Over the past several months, this lesson has come up in various shapes in different parts of my life, but on marathon day, this lesson came about in an unexpected way in the form of water. I was sooooo diligent about drinking water that I overdid it. I drank more water than my body could handle. That, was what led to my nausea (and eventual vomiting after the race). There’s a condition called Hyponatremia that results when a person takes on more water than they can handle. It typically affects endurance athletes, or individuals who are just drinking too much water while exercising, and it has affected me three separate years—but this year was the worst. I was so concerned with getting dehydrated, that I drank WAY too much. I was typically drinking 5-6 cups of water/Gatorade at each of the 12 water stations along the route. The first couple of stops this wasn’t so bad, but as the race progressed I found myself forcing the water down. Big lesson for me to apply is to not only ratchet back my water consumption in future long runs, but also to look for other areas in my life where I may be overdoing it and causing more harm than good for my health and well-being.

My third lesson learned was this; my daily routine matters. I spent most of 2017 doing some type of bodyweight based strength training and mobility work. Having a daughter, I have shifted my vision toward a longer view of health, wellness, and fitness. When she is eighteen, I want to be able to walk, run, and play with her. I want to put practices in place now that will help me get to that goal. And, after running this marathon, I realized the positive impact of the daily routine of fitness pursuits. I may have been weak on training by running, but I was stronger than I have ever been physically for this race. And as a result, once I recovered from hyponatremia, I felt GREAT!!! The day after the race, I was not sore and achy because I moved with good form for the entirety of the marathon. By getting stronger and being disciplined about a daily exercise routine, I could do more and do it better than I could without it.

I’m sure more lessons will come to mind in the weeks ahead, but for now, these three are burned into my forefront. 1) Keep the larger goal in mind, and adjust pace if needed, but not the goal. 2) Don’t overdo it. Too much of a good thing (like water) can be a bad thing. 3) Maintain a daily routine, and it will make a huge difference.  May we each make room in our lives for keeping goals in front of us, adjusting our pace when needed, and reaping the benefit of establishing routines. And the more I think about these three lessons, they are really one—stay focused on the goal, and adjust and develop routines that will help you move toward it steadily!