I Am My Father’s Son


Today is my father’s 62nd birthday. 62 years ago he came into this world. 32 years after that he brought me into the world to join him and my mother on a journey. A journey where neither party knew the destination. I may not know where my father thinks his journey has taken him, because a journey, as we all know, is in the eye of the beholder, but allow me to tell you where he has landed. 

From an outside look at my father you could see the following: He has 3 sons. 3 sons who are alive and healthy. He has a grandson as well, just a mere 7 months old, but healthy and beautiful. He has a wife who loves him, she may give him a hard time, but she loves him to death and they will be together until the end. His mother in-law loves him too, very much in fact. I think they are really good friends, a rare situation if you are to believe everything you see on TV. 

From a deeper inspection you may find out the following: He is an educator. Not an educator of common children, but those with special needs. I’m sure at times when life seems overwhelming with other parts he forgets how important he has been to so many different kids’ lives. Changing hundreds if not thousands of lives in a positive way through his daily work. If changing the world starts in your own backyard and with the children, he has been changing the world for many many years for the better. 

From a look at his relationship with his oldest son:  Looking in you could also see how much his on loves him. He has always loved his father, from the days when Dad was his baseball coach, to today, when he knows his father will always pick up the phone. When he runs he thinks of his father’s running days and wonders if he would be able to have kept up with his old man. Today more so than any other time in the past, his oldest son respects what he has done in his life and is filled with gratitude for the life that has been provided.  At this point in time, his oldest son wants nothing more than to share even the smallest of successes to let him know that his father did a great job raising him. To let his father know he couldn’t have done it without him. 

 Everyday I grow and change I know I am my father’s son. Everyday I am grateful to be that son. I love you dad. Thank you for being there  and never giving up on me, even when I had given up on myself. I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life. 


To anybody who is listening: If you love your father tell him. Share your life with him daily. Harass him if needed. Text. Call. Email. Write cards. Whatever, just do it. You will thank yourself for  years to come. Image



A Breakthrough…. A Re-Ignited Fire

Last Sunday was an amazing day for me. For my journey. For my story. Last Sunday I competed was the Malibu Nautica Triathalon ( .5mile swim, 18mile bike, 4mile run). After months of training and a trial Triathalon a 2 months prior, I felt prepared. Truly prepared. 

As I walked up to the starting line surrounded by 200 other competitors, the fear and anxiety had subsided and a true sense of excitement was vibrating through my whole being.  Something I have not felt since my younger days of competition. In the past between the ages of 5yrs and 19 yrs old I had been a baseball player. Then at 19 something changed. 

At 19 yrs old I was playing division 1 baseball in California. Well, I should say I was sitting the bench on a Division 1 baseball team. Then the fateful day occured when I was cut. A 19 year old young man, first time away from home, starting a new life, was absolutely and completely destroyed. I cried for days. I wore my pain. Very few things had ever made me so sad.  It sounds dramatic maybe, but that was my life and it had been snatched away, taken, why? because I was not good enough. 

Let’s get back to the present day Triathalon now 11 years after. 

As the starting gun fired, the 200 competitors ran into the waves, wetsuits and swim caps, slower swimmers to the back, faster to the front, I was in the front. And in the front is where I stayed for the entire swim, passing others as I made my way along the swim course. 
As I got out of the water, I looked back to see most of the 200 people still behind me, very far behind me. That’s when something clicked, something that I had let get taken from me years ago, suddenly came back to me in one moment. I’d like to identify what exactly it was that I got back or worked through as I ran to the bike for the next leg of the Tri, but I don’t know. All I know is that at that exact moment, a spark ignited a fire inside me that had been out since the day I had been cut from the baseball team. 

That spark carried me through the entire race and into a 22nd place finish out of 200 Men in my division. That spark ignited a fire, the fire is burning with a new intensity, or maybe it’s the old intensity. Whatever it is, I’m overjoyed to have it back. I have been waiting for it to return and am grateful to not have to wait a day longer. 

Message to the reader: Compete… compete everyday at something that is difficult, train everyday for something that may seem impossible. With training you can have anything. 

To my friends who ran the race with me:    

George Sacco– Congrats on completing your first triathalon. I know you were in fear as the gun fired, but YOU DID IT! You’re a champion my friend. You trained hard and  you came through, and I’ve never seen a sister so proud of their baby brother, it almost brought tears to my eyes, if I did that sort of thing. 

Billy Lister– You’re a true inspiration.  When I think about quitting no matter where I am or what I am doing, I think of you and your dedication to being an amazing athlete despite any set backs you may incur. There is no Quit in you, and I know we are new friends but friends we are!


From Left to Right. Billy Lister, Brian Griffin, George Sacco


Something to learn from Raphael Nadal

Winner Winner

Winner Winner

After watching today’s US Open Championship, we can take away a few good lessons from the super star tennis player Raphael Nadal. Stepping into the match as the underdog, coming back from a knee injury of last year, he proved the critics wrong by overcoming some awesome deficits and winning the US Open for the second time in his career.

Over and over again he battled his opponent until the opponent made a mistake. Over and over again he broke his opponent down and stayed consistent.

Lesson #1:  Don’t listen to the critics.

Lesson #2: If you battle harder than anybody else, you will eventually break their spirit and they will have no other option than to lose to you.

Lesson #3: You don’t have to play perfectly every time, just ALMOST every time. Too many screw ups and you’re not going to make it to the next set, match, game, meeting, etc…

Lesson #4: Be an ambassador of your action. Make it look fun, sexy, exciting, no matter what!! Make other people look at you and say “I want to do it just like that” INSPIRE