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“Never again” is a statement of regret, remorse, and lament. We use it to talk about foods we’ve tried, experiences we’ve had, places we’ve visited, relationships we’ve endured and more. Today, I use it to speak of an unimaginably horrific … Continue reading

You might be wondering why I’m promoting an online conference for tomorrow. My wife Linda and I have the privilege of speaking at this conference via video to tell our story of leadership succession. So, go ahead and check out … Continue reading

When I launched this blog in October 2012, the third post was “Bucket List or Ladder List?” It was a blog honoring my brother in-law who changed his address from earthly to eternal exactly one year ago today. In honor … Continue reading

  Whether you are a marathon runner, a sprinter, a swimmer, a basketball player or any other athlete, you know the importance of finishing well. Winning or losing often comes down to the last hundred yards, the final hundredth of … Continue reading

  More than 25 years ago, I was challenged when I heard Dr. John C. Maxwell say, “leaders are learners.” I never forgot that principle. I’ve spent the last quarter of a century – learning through reading, workshops, classes, seminars … Continue reading

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  My friend Lloyd Reeb writes, “The first quarter of life shapes us more than any other period. In our first 20 years, the core values of our heart are formed, affecting every decision we make. People in our world, … Continue reading

  I’ve noticed that some people who move past age 50 start coasting—living off the successes of the past, no longer taking risks, breezing along on cruise control. Sometimes it has to do with having less physical energy. Sometimes it’s … Continue reading

To celebrate our 50th birthdays, my wife and I (along with our three adult children and daughter in-love) went skydiving. Mike, my skydiving instructor, gave me his philosophy on life when he said, “If you are not living on the … Continue reading