This year we’ve asked Scott Hamilton to speak from the main stage at Storyline. You probably noticed Scott all over the Sochi Winter Olympics coverage this past winter, but we know him as someone more than an Olympic gold medalist and commentator. We invited Scott because he’s an inspirational husband, father and follower of Jesus. How do you perform in front of billions of people without losing your mind? Talk about pressure. It’s more pressure than you and I could deal with. Or is it?
I want people to know my friend Carolyn is amazing at her job, but more than that, I want people to know the stuff inside her that makes her a great friend. The stuff that makes you want to stand by her at a party, in hopes that her thoughtful observations and quick wit rub might off on you. Let’s stop introducing the people we love based solely on what they do, who they cash their checks from, or what’s on their twitter profiles. Let’s instead start reminding them of who they are.
We read books for different reasons. Sometimes it’s to learn a craft or for a perspective on current events, but the books most people read aren’t approached with a specific ambition at all. What we want most is to not feel alone, to allow somebody to rummage inside our minds and souls and point out all the ways we are alike. And to write this sort of book, you only need to know your own story.
Around my birthday every year, I get sentimental. I think about birthdays past and all the things that have changed for my family and me in the last 364 days. I think about the people who’ve been there. I think about the people who mean the world to me; I think about the people I’ve lost and gained, and I think about what it is that weaves some of us together while others are content to live at the margins.
I have a friend named Paul who has set up his automated email signature to read “No Drama.” At first, I thought it was an odd thing to add to every email you send out, but then I realized how much drama we unnecessarily create in life. And it doesn’t serve us, our work or our lives.
Life has just not been going my way lately. I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes trying to think of a better way to say it than that—a way that sounds a little more mature and a little less entitled, but no matter how I boil it down, it really comes back to that. Things have not been going my way and I’ve been feeling frustrated and depressed and sad about it.
She came up to me while I was in line at the bakery. I hadn’t seen her for years. “Hi Al!” she said. “Is life treating you great?” The way she asked it, there was only one acceptable answer. I wish you could have seen the contortions my mind was going through in the several seconds between her question and my answer. I knew there were a couple of options for my response.
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