`Seeking Miracles? See Miracles! Prose

As my father reaches his earthly life’s end, I often find I’m seeking miracles. Can he last long enough to see my new-born granddaughter (his great-granddaughter)? (Yes, he did!) Can he recover to eat and drink enough to get stronger? Can he get strong enough to get back home to Wisconsin and watch another sunset over Lake Winneconne, as he has always wished? Will he live long enough to hear the purple martins feed their young? Those are all miracles I — and others — hope for. But we’re not in charge.

Seeing The Miracles Given

As I hope for and wish for all those miracles from a loving Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus Christ, I’m suddenly struck by a recognition that I’m being ungrateful. How? I’m not recognizing — and giving praise and gratitude for — the miracles They’ve already given my Dad, the miracles that — while not being maybe what I might want — are still amazing.

Here’s just a few miracles that, if I think about it, I can recognize:

  • Dad demanding, against all logic, that he come out to Arizona in mid-December, instead of going to Arizona later. (If he would have stayed in Wisconsin, it’s likely the septic sickness he probably already had would have killed him with nobody around)
  • Because he stayed with my sister in Arizona, she heard him fall, and recognized he was in trouble
  • My brother-in-law had the wisdom to demand calling 911, which took him to a hospital, which diagnosed him as being septic. Waiting even a day or two longer probably would have killed him
  • Getting him into a close-by rehab, where family members in the Phoenix area were at least able to visit him. (Yes, even though he hated being there, that was a miracle!)
  • It was a miracle and tender mercy that a nearby granddaughter had the impression to make his favorite (from his wife’s recipe even!) lemon meringue pie and boiled raisin cake. He’d been “verklempt” and in pain for days, not eating, but he wanted to eat that. Guess what!?! Things moved! And he was VERY grateful!
  • While my sister was out of town, worried about him, two grandsons and their families visited on separate days. One gave him a Priesthood blessing of comfort and health that greatly helped him.
  • Last summer, a couple visited my Dad’s church congregation in Oshkosh. I had the impression (as I often do) to turn around and introduce myself. Turned out that they happened to be from Arizona. Turned out that they happened to be from my sister’s congregation, and good friends with her and her family! They were able to come out, meet Dad, and I took them for an afternoon canoe trip up Mud Creek. While my sister was out of town, the wife — who “just happens” to be a nurse — was able to stop by and visit my Dad, assess how he was doing, and give my sister a report that calmed her
  • As we looked at long-term care options, our niece — his granddaughter — had a bed open up in Tucson, at a nice group home facility she owns, and where several relatives and friends work
  • Interestingly enough, last year on our visit to Tucson, we felt strongly to drive by the facility and visit my niece. Because we had been there, it made it much easier to imagine the place Dad might be going to. AND it helped “pave the way”, because Dad was able to imagine the place, and he knew — and said — “Her place is a REALLY nice place!”
  • As Dad got worse, the Phoenix Doctor refused to release him on the day we were going to take him to Tucson. Miracle? Nobody told the on-call caregivers. As a result, when my sister and I came to visit to tell him he was NOT going to Tucson, he was already dressed, sitting in his wheelchair, telling us “get me the #*$(#& out of this place!!” Then, he reminded us that, against doctors’ orders, he had done a jailbreak with his wife, taking her out of a similar situation years before. The doctors said she might live three or four days. They had three more years together at their lakefront home
  • My sister and I realized that, in his condition, we could not transport him in our car. Miracle? A wheelchair van transport company I’d cancelled on two days before was called, and “just so happened” to be leaving for Tucson with her own father an hour later. “If you had called even a few minutes later, I wouldn’t have answered.” But she did answer, and he was on his way!
  • Getting down to Tucson was amazing. His granddaughters and great-granddaughters who run and work at the place were all over him, hugging him and licking his bald head as they had for decades. You could see the joy in being around family
  • Decades before, my cousin (Dad’s sister’s son) and his family had moved to Tucson from Thailand. Their home, which they kindly allow me to stay at, is less than 15 minutes east of where Dad’s new place was. Miracle? You should have seen Dad’s face light up when they came to visit!
  • Staying at my cousin’s also meant I was minutes away from the Tucson LDS Temple, which I was able to visit multiple times during my stay. This gave me a great deal of peace, and was, for me at least, a personal miracle. Any time I’m down, or feeling sad, or just needing a mental or spiritual break, I can find sweet peace and respite in The House of the Lord
  • In addition, I’ve been able to attend the Mesa Temple with my sister (less than 10 minutes from her house!) several times, and have talked about thoughts of eternity with her in sacred space. I’ve also frequented the Gilbert Temple, 15 minutes from my son’s home and 25 minutes from my other sister’s home
  • The work we do at the Temple(s) is for our relatives who have passed away, so they have a choice of accepting the saving ordinances of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. As the line between my father’s life and eternity gets more thin, it’s comforting to know (and I do know it!) that these relatives — many of whom were “found” in Bavaria and elsewhere because of Dad’s encouragement will be on the other side to meet him
  • As I rushed to be at my Dad’s bedside (because we didn’t think he would make it), there were several traveling miracles that happened to get me from my home to Atlanta (both in the throes of a rare snowstorm) to Phoenix earlier than I’d planned
  • My sister and her family have been warriors in taking care of Dad, organizing his care, and taking care of him. What a miracle that he happened to be staying with her when all of this happened, and that she has the knowledge and wisdom to coordinate his care in a logical and hands-on way
  • My daughter, her husband, and my new granddaughter were able to fly down from Seattle and introduce Dad to his newest great-granddaughter. He and I were able to give her a naming blessing, while my daughter held her. Dad had so much joy in seeing yet another one of his wonderful grandchildren
  • His other grandchildren and great-grandchildren, as well as other friends and relatives — many who live within an hour or two of his new place — are able to regularly visit him and shower him with love and affection
  • In fact, my two nieces own and work at the facility. Most importantly, ALL of their children, grandchildren, in-laws, and friends — most of whom know Dad — live within a short drive of where he is, and they’ve already visited him several times
  • Because of technology AND that Dad knows how to use it (a huge miracle), he is frequently on video chats with friends and family thousands of miles away
  • Working with excellent caregivers — including his loving granddaughter who owns the facility — Dad is getting his pain meds and other living processes in order. My niece’s goal has been “to make Grandpa comfortable.” He has become “more comfortable than I’ve been in months.” If end-of-life is near, having Dad be, finally, comfortable, with hospice available (another miracle), surrounded by dozens of people who love him and care for him, is one of the biggest miracles of all

I’m certain there are other miracles that I’ve missed, and others yet to come. None of these may culminate in the miracle of getting him back to Wisconsin, but maybe that’s not in God’s plan. Laying out these miracles has helped me realize that, no matter what we might want, recognizing God’s Hand in all things is a worthwhile and worshipful exercise.

No matter what the outcome, as Dad has often said, “I’ve had a good life.” And that’s the greatest miracle any of us can hope for.

Mid-Winter Cold Preparation: Free-Verse Thoughts

At nearly noon,
it felt like early morning.
Or perhaps late afternoon,
so dark and gloomy were the skies.

The wind and temperature
didn’t help much,
cutting through my jeans and sweatshirt
as if to say: “Your warmth serves no purpose here.”

Yet in spite of its mocking
I laughed, and sat down.
Cold? It’s above freezing
in late December, Northwest Georgia.

I’ve laid down and made snow angels
in sub-zero now-that-is-REALLY-cold cold.
I’ve sat on cross-country skis and eaten lunch at +1 degree
on a sun-swept Utah mountain peak.

THIS is not cold. It’s hardly even uncomfortable.
Yet I do not linger long in the woods this day.
Micro-garbage plastic, blown by the stiff breeze,
dances past my feet.

It reminds me: I must clean
and prepare,
and sanctify,
and make this property ready
for that time when warmth, love, and Light
shall banish and sweep away
all this grey cold
and darkness.

Not To Worry, It’s Taken Care Of: Blogging Prose

It’s strange
how the shackles and chains
of monetary worry
scurry
when they’re taken care of.

I always thought, if I just had faith, my life, our lives, our purpose, would be able to happen, would be taken care of. I didn’t know how, and I didn’t really trust that it would, but I knew I kept getting the same answer that it would.

And now it has.

And now that it has, I feel even more empowered to go out and do what I know that I should do. It’s interesting how, when I didn’t see how it COULD happen, I was afraid and hesitant to work like it would happen. Yet now that it is happening, I feel more and more motivated and empowered to work as though it has happened.

Part of me still fears. Part of me still worries about the “what if?”, about the “This could fall apart.” And yet I don’t see that it will, because I think there is something vital that I and we are supposed to do. And it goes beyond painting the pawpaw trunks white, and winter sowing the wildflower seeds. It goes beyond marketing Marnie’s books, speeches and work. It goes beyond everything that I’ve dreamed of in the past three years, and believes and works for everything we believed in seven years ago or more.

It has hope in all of it, and resolve and responsibility to do it all.

Because it’s not my legacy that makes it possible. It’s someone elses, a good man, and a God and Savior who saw the end from the beginning. So to honopr him, and Him, and Them, I have to, I get to, get to work.

So what if that means working hard? I can do it! I’ve already felt the infusion of energy and commitment. I may struggle with the physical part — car wrecks will do that to you — but the spirit is willing and confident.

Each night I go to sleep wishing it was morning already so I could get to work.

It’s amazing what you feel you can and should do when you don’t worry about money.

Why I Voted For Trump: Past Sins Versus Current Evil

In the immediate 2024 Election aftermath, many critics, liberals, and media members asked me (and over half the country) why I voted for Trump for President. The uproar — despite Trump’s overwhelming victory and the liberals resounding defeat — has not slowed down. In fact, it seems like the media and those who didn’t vote for Trump are doubling down.

Is Trump Evil? Am I then also evil?

Almost every day (when I choose to read or watch anything), I’ll see something from a relative, friend, or just the media badmouthing Trump and those who voted for Trump. The narrative usually runs something like: “Those who voted for Trump are either stupid, ignorant, or deliberately choosing to ignore what a terrible person he is, and how he’ll ruin the country.”

Fortunately (according to their narrative), they are the enlightened ones, those who didn’t vote for Trump, whose duty is now to protect and preserve this great Nation. This they will do by standing strongly and firmly against the Bad Orange Man (no matter what he does), by pointing out how hateful, racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, homophonic, warmongering, and stupid he is. It further becomes their duty to convert all those who voted for Trump, that we may see the error of our ways (although years of campaigning against him has not been successful).

If we are not willing to change, to see the error of our ways, then we too must be hateful, racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, homophonic, warmongering, and stupid.

It is in this post-election scenario that I wrote the following, as a response to a relative’s forwarding an anti-Trump post. I did not respond on social media, but I still feel it’s important to let my feelings and logic be known.

If Everything Against Him Is True, I Still Have Compelling Reasons Why I Voted For Trump

“All right. I have tried to listen to what some BYU graduate said about Trump being “a sexual predator and how dare he get into office and nobody cares that we put a sexual predator in the office”, with an open mind. I think if you listen to it [and other anti-Trump commentary] with an open mind too you will see perhaps some of the same problems that I see with it.

Although the presenter does make several very good points, (and I’m certainly willing to think about them), the post’s beginning assumption, which he continues to bang on like a drum throughout the video, is that people who voted for Trump voted to put a serial sexual predator into the White House.

I’m trying here to say okay maybe I’m responding cognitively (or whatever whatever he said) and all the reasons that he said that I would feel the way I felt. (But isn’t it interesting that by using that very argument, he gives people absolutely zero way to feel other than how he’s wants them to feel?) So I’m going to go on the assumption that I do not believe that Donald Trump is a serial sexual predator. I do not believe the proof is there that he is currently that.

I think the same argument could be made for Bill Clinton and in fact Is even more so for Bill Clinton, because evidence shows that he was doing that type of thing in the Oval Office. In contrast, the evidence for Trump doing that has been, what, decades ago? So, for the sake of argument, let’s say Trump was a serial sexual predator. Do people have to be judged by the worst thing they’ve done in their life, for their entire life? There is no changing? There is no repentance?

[Sidenote: When presented with this arguement, most folks will say “Well, Trump never repented. He never said he was sorry. So how are we to know what he did?” Uh, is that our job? We get to go around and look at others and say “You didn’t repent. Or, if you did, you didn’t repent and change in the right way. Therefore, according to me, you are still guilty, and still a bad person.” Do we have that right?

So right off the top I don’t agree with his argument. He makes an assumption (Trump IS a serial rapist), and then builds on what I feel is a flawed assumption. If he would stop pounding on that point, I think he might have a valid arguement.

How Safe Do Folks Who Voted For Trump (Or Didn’t) Feel Now?

The video presenter’s point about why people don’t feel safe with Trump is, I think, valid. Many people (my relatives included) don’t feel safe having a man in the White House who, they are convinced, is a serial rapist.

I’m also certain that there are a lot of people that don’t feel safe with Trump, and not because of Trump’s sexual proclivities. There are people who don’t feel safe because he hobnobs with the presidents of Russia and China and North Korea. There are people who don’t feel safe because he says fracking is okay and “drill baby drill”. There are people who don’t feel safe because of his border policies and because of his announced intent to deport people. There are people who don’t feel safe because of his economic policies. There are people who don’t feel safe because of his environmental stance. There are people who don’t feel safe because of his business dealings. There are people who don’t feel safe for a lot of reasons.

So why this particular moral or amoral stance and fear?

The video presenter then goes on to say that doesn’t mean that I’m a bad person because I voted from Trump, but “we need to do better.” In what way? I can say that I didn’t feel safe with Kamala or the Democrats for a dozen reasons. I didn’t feel safe and I don’t feel safe with many of the standards that the Democrats espouse. I don’t feel safe with the hypocrisy of having a president seduce an intern in the Oval Office and prey on her, and then coming back several years later and saying oh by the way this guy that you elected is a sexual predator even though what evidence there is is primarily hearsay from decades ago. So I think, as in all political discussions, we have to make choices between the lesser of two evils. My inability to feeling safe with Kamala Harris and the Democrats far outweighs my lack of safety with Donald Trump. And that is on every ground: Moral, economic, military, social, emotional, everything.

More importantly, while I recognize that people who have been abused or feel at risk would not feel safe with a sexual predator in the White House, I believe in the people he is surrounding himself with (let’s assume he is a sexual predator). They are going to protect my daughter and my granddaughters and my sons and grandsons from all the things that I’m worried about them experiencing far more than the Democrats have proven during their last several terms that they are.

What I’m Afraid Of And Why I Voted For Trump

What type of things do I worry about, you ask? I am frightened for my grandchildren being constantly bombarded with the being gay is good or that they can mutilate their bodies messages. I worry about my granddaughters having to listen to drag queens in public schools, exposing them at a young age to a life style I do not think is appropriate. I am fearful my children will have their parenting rights taken away from them, just because they don’t agree with society or the Teacher’s Union.

I worry about my daughters and granddaughters and sons and grandsons facing nuclear war. [Update: Many are worried Trump will start World War 3, nuclear war, and end us all. Reality: Biden/Harris just gave the Ukraine permission to use medium-range guided missles to strike Russian within her borders. Problem? The missles guidance depends on either the USA or NATO-enabled satellite systems. If Russia gave Cuba missles, then provided the satellite guidance to strike at Miami, Atlanta, Houston, and Disney World, we would consider that an act of war.]

Biden/Harris did that very thing last week, after they lost the election.

I worry about my children and grandchildren facing economic destruction. I worry and I’m scared for the potential downfall of our constitutional republic. I worry about a continuing open-border policy that allows criminals to freely come in, be housed on the taxpayers’ dollar, flown to a place where “they can be safe”, and then proceed to kill young women jogging. (This happened less than 10 miles away from where my niece and nephew are raising their children on the other side of Georgia.) I worry about the government putting so many restrictions on our property at Spirit Tree Farms that we can’t use to benefit Nature and the environment the way that we would like.

These and other factors that I’m afraid of far outweigh, sorry to say, the worry that YOU and others like you are going to be directly and adversely impacted by having Trump in the White House.

In a nutshell, the reason I voted for Trump is this: Even IF all the claims against him are true, the things I fear the most are the policies and practices of the Democrats. The potential results of his character flaws, even if they are as bad as the Democrats and the majority media claim, are nowhere near as bad as the potential, promised, and proven results that the Democrats have brought, are bringing, and would bring.

The people have spoken. We have four years to watch the results.

Stop Making Excuses And Do It: Lessons From Doctor Do It

Why don’t we exercise? Why don’t we get out into Nature? Why don’t we connect with God and Christ? Why don’t we feed our spirits? Why don’t we nourish our souls? Why don’t we stretch our minds?

Why don’t we?

Why do we atrophy, whether physically, spiritually, emotionally, socially, or mentally? Why do we let ourselves just waste away, in any one – or all – of these areas? Why do we deny ourselves a better life?

What “Doctor Do It” Says

The other day I was talking to a childhood friend about this very trait we humans have: To stop doing. In fact, he’d just written his Doctoral dissertation* about this subject from a physical perspective.

To understand the depth of his concern, you must know him as I have. From our childhood, he was always the most in-shape, active person I ever knew. An early fan of Bruce Lee, he studied and practiced martial arts. He told me (paraphrasing Bruce Lee) that “When you put limits on yourself, you hold yourself back.” He also believes in the concept attributed to the Navy Seals but used throughout the military: “When you reach where your mind says is your limit, you have only approached 40% of your capability in whatever it is you are doing.”

He ran track, played hoops, and was involved in all sorts of sports on a personal and team level. As a result, his body, his physical presence, was the envy of everyone who knew him.

And it didn’t stop as he grew older. In college at BYU, he was on the university’s track team. He played hoops there, too, and almost any other sport he could think of. He wasn’t a star athlete, but he was in shape, and being in shape was important to him.

This kept up as he got older. After college, he made a career out of the Army, where he was a Ranger. In fact, we’d always kid him about jumping out of perfectly good airplanes just for fun.

Being Active When You Are Older

Most of us, sometime around our 30s or 40s, put away our sports dreams. We start to sit around more and more. Maybe we get out and do things outdoors, or play rec soccer or pickleball. But it becomes easier and easier to just … sit.

Not so my friend. After the Army, he started a cross-fit gym just outside of Denver. And this is where he started formulating his thesis for his Doctorate paper. He told me: “I see people come into the gym all the time who should know better. Doctors. Former trainers. Former athletes. And every one of them starts to go downhill the minute they say: “I can’t do that” or “I don’t want to do that” or “That would not be good for me because of XYZ reason.” And they start to atrophy.”

He is a big fan of this line from a movie:  “Don’t use all of your muscles (brain cells, talents, etc.), only the ones you want to keep.”

He told me: “Our society tells us that at certain ages we have to change or stop doing things. This is so ingrained into our psyche that we almost automatically stop doing things. It takes a leap of faith to try to do them again.”

Eating His Own Dogfood

Interestingly, it was while he was working on his Doctoral thesis that he experienced the most profound insights into just how easy it is to fall into that “Do Nothing” trap. At almost the same time as he started putting in extra hours studying and writing, he got Covid. Bad. It laid him up for weeks. He could barely do more than study and work on his thesis.

When he recovered from Covid, he found himself making excuses to not go work out as much as he used to. “I’m still sick” he’d tell himself. “I need to work on this dissertation.” “There are other things I need to do.”

He felt himself spiraling downward, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

That’s when it hit him: Even when you don’t WANT to do something, get out and do it. In fact, he said that he discovered the best way to know you need to do something, is when you don’t want to do it.

Do it anyway.

He shared this “aha” moment with me: “Be positive. Avoid talking or thinking negatively about yourself in anything. Our church leaders have continually urged us to be positive. Even when we’re injured or spiritually or emotionally down, we have to be positive, we have to take that first step, no matter how small. That is progress.”

Everything Is Interconnected

At this point in our discussion, I realized I’d had the same epiphany the day before, about getting out and being in Nature, connecting to God and Christ in Nature, finding peace “out there”, and grounding and recharging.

I’d been feeling disconnected, out of sorts. There was a lack of peace in my life, and I felt like I was wandering and floundering, and not in a good way. I knew what the solution was. In fact, my wife wrote a book about finding peace in Nature and connecting with God and Christ. It outlines how we can find and connect with our core sacred selves, and how we can feel the message of love, peace, and joy that The Creator sends out through His Creations in Nature.

Every time I felt the urge to go out in the woods, to go down by the creek, to do something on our property, to “get my hands dirty”, I would find some excuse to stay indoors, to not do what I needed to do to reconnect. “I have to clean. I have to plan. I have to do laundry.” Or, even worse, “It’s too hot. It’s too bright. It’s too cold. It’s too windy. Not now, I have a headache.”

Doing Brings Healing

As my friend and I discussed his dissertation, and our mutual experiences, we realized that the problems were all interconnected. If you feel bad physically, you are off-center spiritually. If you’re disconnected emotionally, you don’t feel good physically or mentally. And on and on it goes.

But the solution is simple: Do it. Whatever it is that is holding you back, do it. No excuses. No logically reasoning. Just do it. If you’re hurting and feeling sluggish physically, go do something physical. Feeling “bleh” mentally? Challenge yourself by writing something, or solving a problem, or working on a mental task. Emotionally and socially disconnected? One of my favorite solutions is going out and doing karaoke, or going to a comedy club and laughing it up with others.

Disconnected from God? Study His Word. Listen to uplifting talks about Him. Pray. Ungrounded and disconnected from life? Get out into Nature. Touch a plant. Take photos of birds, flowers, bugs. Stare at the stars. Howl at the moon. Wave good morning to the sunrise. (In fact, this is on my mind so much recently that I wrote a blog about it a few days ago! https://spirittreefarms.com/when-natures-peace-isnt-working/ )

As my friend discovered, and as others have known for years, whatever the disconnect is, the solution, the healing, is found in doing the thing which seems so difficult. He points out that “When you stop doing things, they appear more difficult than they are, your confidence fails and you end up avoiding the thing you should be doing.”

In the opposite vein, when we start doing things, they become easier because our ability to do them increases, we gain confidence, and we end up doing the thing we should be doing.

“That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do, not that the nature of the thing has changed but that our power to do has increased.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

In fact, as I’m writing this piece, I’m thinking I should call my friend by a new name: Doctor Do It.

Who Says What To Do?

As Dr. Do It and I discussed this, I realized something vital: While we may turn to others for help and advice in what to do and how to do it, ultimately, we have to decide, ourselves, what we are going to do.

In part, Dr. Do It gave me the inspiration for this. What I realized is that, in his gym, people come in seeking answers. They want him to tell them: “Do 50 of these, then 20 of these, then 100 of these, then repeat.” And for some people, that works.

Often, though, he works with them to help them decide and discover what THEY think they can do. And when they say they can’t do anything, then he encourages them by telling them to just do something.

Connecting With Nature Should NOT Be Just Another Bucket List Item

We have the same response when we at Spirit Tree Farms encourage people to get out into Nature, to find God and Christ’s peace in Nature. We often hear: “Oh, we don’t live out in the woods like you do. It’s too hard to get out and connect like you can.”

Someone recently told me that. My response? “Do you have a balcony? Go out and look at the sky. Do you have a front door? Step outside and feel the sun on your face. Is there a tree, a bush, a flower, a plant nearby? Maybe you even have one inside. Look at it. Examine it. Discover the wonder of that small bit of Nature.”

We hear too many people say: “Oh, I love going to the beach, to the woods, to the mountains. I love getting away from it all, and getting recharged. But I don’t do it enough.”

While bucket list trips are great, if that’s the only time we’re connecting with God and Christ in Nature, we’re missing the boat. Literally. Mother Nature is fantastic, whether on thousands of acres in Northwest Georgia, or hundreds of thousands of square miles in southern Utah, or a balcony view in Seattle, or rooftop garden in Harlem, or a small birdfeeder in Milwaukee.

After all, it’s not a contest to see how much, how big, you can experience Nature. Feeling God and Christ’s peace in Nature can be as wide as looking out over the Grand Canyon at sunset, or as small as seeing a blue wasp on a native wildflower. It can be as planned out as taking a long-awaited trip to the coast, or as spontaneous as waving at a flock of migrating geese honking wildly as they fly in their moving V over your back yard (can you tell what just happened to me?)

In much of the Northern Hemisphere right now, it’s autumn. Pick up a colored leaf, or watch it fall and float on the air, or tumble down the street. Feel the change in seasons. Smell the new scents. Taste the richness of the Earth.

Remember What Doctor Do It Says

Ok, I got sidetracked into Nature a bit. So that’s an example (Oh, look! A new type of native bee just landed on my deck railing!) No matter what it is that you’re feeling stuck with, and no matter how you feel, and no matter what your excuses are, the bottom line is to remember what my friend, Dr. Do It, says:

“Do something. Anything. Do it. And then do it some more. And then do more. And then find other things to do, and do them.”

Because, if you don’t do something, anything, you not only die.

You fail to live.


*Dr. Do It’s Dissertation can be found here:  https://gateway.proquest.com/openurl?url_ver=Z39.88-2004&rft_val_fmt=info:ofi/fmt:kev:mtx:dissertation&res_dat=xri:pqm&rft_dat=xri:pqdiss:31300247

It is titled:

“PERCEPTIONS OF CROSSFIT PARTICIPANTS AGED 50-65 ABOUT HOW THEY MOTIVATE THEMSELVES TO ENGAGE IN INTENSE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY”

By MICHAEL J. VOGL, COL (Retired) US Army

Owner/Coach CrossFit Evergreen, Personal Defense Readiness Coach

University of Arizona Global Campus for DOCTOR OF PSYCHOLOGY

(“Bear Down”)