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LovePrints is featured on the 107th episode of The Success Chronicles with Chip Baker. Check out the full episode here.
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Life lessons. Life Management Tribe.
Love Out Loud
Love in action.
Action in love.
Start from the heart.
Here’s to the healers!
For understanding the simple idea that one hand is for giving and one is for receiving. To be of service, we must give of ourselves. If we care about others, we find out about the greater good in ourselves.
The caretakers of hearts. The lovers of health. The shepherds for good. The guards to happiness.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
For sacrificing time with your own to help others. For allowing your heart to be stretched and pulled in several directions at once. For draining your emotional and energy bank, often at your own expense. For showing up at times and in places where the forgotten exist.
Thank you. For open arms. Open hands. Open wallets. Open ears. For giving time, action, money, and care. Thank you for listening. Thank you for paying attention. Thank you for moving whatever is needed for whoever needs it. Thank you.
Thank you for answering the call, leading the response, and for loving others enough to help others out. Thank you for opening doors, lending hands, and for showing up. Thank you.
Thank you for being selfless, for knowing how to care, and for reminding us that we need to be here for each other. Thank you for helping others stand when they are too weak to do so on their own. Thank you for being supportive at times and places where extra support is needed. Thank you.
Thank you for being present, and for not ignoring someone else’s pain. Thank you for aiding, for curing, and for nurturing. Thank you for your touch, your words, and your actions.
Thank you for recognizing the painful way, for showing and teaching a better way, and for living the best way. Thank you for your love. That is what healing is.
LovePrints is the simple idea of adding love whenever and wherever we can. To love out loud. In adding love, we cover those we care in love so that nothing else can stick Each action of love, all love in action.
As a coach, I asked my teams to reach down into their hearts and generate smiles in the places they live. The teams would purposefully go into the schools, neighborhoods, classrooms, hallways, and their own homes with the simple idea of creating smiles wherever they were. Whether it was holding a door open for someone, taking care of an errand for someone else, a kind word for a teammate or even a stranger, these players would generate smiles each day. Some would take over a chore at home that someone else would normally do, or they would learn to do something that someone normally would do for them. They would assist the teachers, help out the custodial staff, or they would go and cheer for a team that they normally wouldn’t support. Each player would write a letter to someone they cared about, and they would share this with their teammates.
For my birthday this year, I do not want gifts. What I am asking is that you simply add love. SHARE YOUR SMILE!
For one day, simply take a picture of you with your Sunday’s best smile, and share it. Post it. Text it. Make it your profile picture, or simply make a post on social media with your smile and the words #smilesproject or #addlove or #loveprints . It wont cost a thing, and wont take up much time. I am smiling at the idea of all the smiles. That is what smiles do. That is what smiles are for. To be shared.
Remember that action without love does not accomplish anything good, and love without action does not accomplish enough, but together, they can accomplish anything.
Feel free to share this. Every birthday party needs more smiles. I hope that the day is filled with love and in that, smiles. Here’s to your smile, and mine.
Each year, I am asked what I want for my birthday. As I head towards another trip around the sun, I have found that the answer is simple. The one thing anyone wants more of is love. Love around me. Love by me. Love in its purest form. Love in its grandest form. LOVE.
In order to ask for love, I must be willing to act in it first. I must be willing to call for it with my own. I can offer love in silence, but since love is good, it is to be shared. I want to give love, receive love, and be love.
For the next 30 days, I will act in love. Only in love. I will be the example of love in action. Putting it in the air will help hold me to it. If you want to join me, please do. I wont dare ask for 30 days of you. I will ask for one day. One day. 24 hours. One day of choosing love over everything else. Love of others, and of ourselves. If you choose to add love, please share it. Let love be LOUD for one day. Maybe in that day, we can only hear and see the best in us. Love is the best in us.
Love in action. Action in love. Love out loud.
Father’s Day, 2018.
This year is different. I have more love this year than before. I have always had plenty of love on this day, but this year is different. I have a different name to think of. I have a different face to think of. I have a whole new family to think of. I should think of it all, differently.
I have always had fathers and father figures in my life. I have always had family to think of, consider, and love. I have always had an idea of what the day means to me. I now have more information than before. I have more people to love than ever before.
This day is a day of celebration. This is a day for raised glasses, reclined chairs, lit cigars, cold beverages, and food made and delivered with love. This is a day for control of the remote, a favorite worn out old shirt, or a brand new unwrapped tie. This is a day of words unspoken, hugs received, smiles all around, and love out loud.
This day is for the biological dads, the step dads, the uncles in name, and the unnamed and unknown. The secret dads, the private dads, and the dads who linger in the masses trying to steal a glance from afar. This day is for the baby daddies, the uncle daddies, the coach dads, and the neighborhood dads. This day is for listening, teaching, providing, caring, redirecting, and loving.
I was never around the man I thought was my father. I believe that I can honestly say that I was around him three times that I can recall. I don’t love him any less, but I probably missed out on loving him much more. I hold no grudges. I have no regrets. I hold no grudges to the Walter’s or Jack’s of the world. They made their own choices. I made my own choices.
I have several dad figures who tried to add to my world. I should remember that this is a different time than before, and the world is different. I am who I am because of my choices and experiences. It is a great thing that I like who I am.
I have a step dad who dug his feet in, shared his heart, and fought the good fight for me. He stood next to me, he stood up for me, and he let go when he thought it was exactly what I needed at that time. He gave love, wisdom, several corny jokes, a handful of awful dances, and an amazing collection of him trying to sing. He donated his taste for Chivas Regal, his love of boxing, and his curiosity of why teams name themselves as they do. He loved me, which was all that anyone could ask. He loved me.
I now know exactly who my real father is. I could be sad that I wont ever get to meet him or shake his hand, or to exchange smiles with him. I can see him though, through my new-found family of amazing half brothers and sisters, beautiful nieces and handsome nephews, and an army of Garner men and women. I can see who he was, I can see who they are, and I can see myself in them. By knowing them, I can know him, and I can know myself.
This is a great year of life for me. The recent years have been world changing for me, and as the song says “change your obstacles into miracles” has been the constant mantra moving forward. I have been blessed with an amazing life family, an exceptional new family, and a loving marital family. And yes, I have you. I am constantly covered in love. I have had injuries and redirection. I have had pain and glory. I have had losses and victories. I am not unbeaten, but I am undefeated.
I hope that your day today is love filled. I pray that you have a loving memory of your father, your mate, your family, and your life. I will spend the day trying to honor some fathers I know. I did that today. I will do that tomorrow. I hope that they are proud.
Walter Pearson. Harold Eldridge, Sr. Roland Morgan. Robert Smith, Sr. James Garner. Darrow Kirkpatrick. Mr. Harris. Mr. Keaton.
Roy Smith. Robert Smith. Harold Eldridge, Jr.
Roy Garner. Wendell Garner. Tommy Garner.
Mr. Miller. Mr. Ethridge. Mr. Cephas. Mr. Perry. Mr. Miller. Mr. Cooper. Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris.
Mr. Dunlap. Mr. Livingston. Mr. Mullen. Mr. Wilson. Mr. Terrell. Mr. Baker. Mr. Pulliam. Mr. James. Mr. Bellamy. Mr. Price. Mr. Rosenthal. Mr. McGee. Mr. Butler. Mr. Williams. Mr.
Coach Laravie. Coach McKinney. Coach Holland. Coach Saunders. Coach Blackwell. Coach Reid. Coach Norwood. Coach Machen. Coach Garcia. Coach Houser. Coach Arbetman. Coach Noe. Coach Dwyer. Coach Ramsey. Coach Walker. Coach Cross. Coach Catoe. Coach Harrison. Coach Posati. Coach Cauthen. Coach Thompson. Coach Caffi. Coach Warren. Coach Craig. Coach Tabrizi. Coach Marshall. Coach Hoskins. Coach Johnson. Coach Hawes. Coach Larouche. Coach Crabb.. Coach Davila. Coach Carter. Coach Fields. Coach Gray. Coach Boudreaux. Coach Austin. Coach Milham. Coach Farrow. Coach Walker. Coach Bentley. Coach Willis. Coach Woods. Coach Pulliam. Coach Carrington. Coach Clements. Coach Glascock. Coach Hunter. Coach Smith. Coach Gold. Coach Jenkins. Coach Larkin. Coach Levin. Coach Leslie. Coach Matagi. Coach Gray. Coach Imbrescia. Coach Landrum. Coach Wykoff.
To all of my dads who love, and all of my dads who try to love. Thank you. To all of the dads who let me inside the gate, onto the front porch, in the front door, onto the couch, to the dinner table, to shoot hoops in the driveway, have something cold to drink or something hot to eat, and for loving me enough to tell me what I needed to know, even when it wasn’t always what I wanted to hear. For loving me. For loving someone like me. For loving someone else’s kid who needed you.