Living in the Meantimes

What is a "Life Transition Specialist?"

Someone recently asked me, "What the heck is a 'Life Transition Specialist?'" I thought that was a pretty good question that demands an answer.

I have been working with people since 1971 - as a youth/family minister; educator; psychotherapist; counselor; speaker, writer, personal coach and consultant. I've had the privilege of working with individuals, families, churches, life insurance companies, funeral homes, school districts, colleges, corporate HR groups, professional associations and non-profit organizations.

I've noticed through the years that crises - both personal and corporate - follow similar paths, contain similar characteristics and require similar interventions. I've learned that crises - both negative and positive in nature - create both realities and perceptions of loss which carry with them associated experiences of grief.

More often than not, when people hear the word "grief" they automatically focus on death losses. While this is true, grief accompanies an amazingly broad range of life experiences. I am convinced that somewhere around 90% or the mental, emotional, physical, spiritual and relational issues we face (barring those of genetic, biological or chemical origins) come as a result of some single or multiple loss experiences that are either partially or wholly unreconciled.

As a Life Transition Specialist, I work with individuals, families and larger groups of people (organizations, schools, corporate bodies) to come to terms with those things that have been "lost" and move toward the creation of purposeful outcomes through the process of transition.

I would love to answer questions from any who has them. Shoot me an email or give me a call.

I appreciate the question that prompted me to give this answer.

Take care folks!

Thoughts and Healthy Living

 “On second thought” – now there’s a phrase to catch one’s attention!  It announces that you have determined to give pause and think about what you just said.  Further, it indicates that a new statement is forthcoming – perhaps one that carries the weight of a bit more contemplation.  So often, we speak from the flow of thought without examining the power behind our thinking, thus without fully understanding the potential power of our words. 

 Words possess the potential to lift up or bring down; to tear apart or bind together; to bring enlightenment or create darkness; to hurt or help; to nurture health or choke out life.  Words are indeed powerful; yet the real power lies in the thinking behind the words!

 The wisdom literature of Psalms 23:7 states, “For as a man thinks in his heart, so he is.”  Now if these words were true, by the time I was 18, I would have become a girl!  The awesome power of thoughts, right?  Seriously, the intent of this counsel is obvious!  Our thinking determines the path of our existence.  Our health or lack thereof issues from our thinking!

 The Allure of “Stinkin Thinkin!”

 In counseling circles, we often refer to negative thought processes as “stinkin thinkin!”  We have all fallen victim to “stinkin thinkin” from time to time – it’s almost impossible to escape.  The tragedy lies not in occasionally falling into its trap; the real tragedy exists when “stinkin thinkin” takes complete control of our words and actions! 

 Let’s face it; life today does everything in its power to force us to focus on the negative and hurtful.  We are inundated with reasons for defeatist attitudes and outlooks!  In order to combat the mental, emotional and spiritual onslaught, we must purposefully take steps to counter the effects of “stinkin thinkin!” 

 What’s a Person to Do?  Seven Steps to Healthier Thinking

 The human mind is a wonderful thing!  We possess the ability to reason, reflect and re-direct our thought processes!  We possess the power of choice!  In order to replace “stinkin thinkin” with thoughts that nurture healthy living, I want to offer the following guidelines as beginning points.

• Pause before you speak or act. Take a deep breath and allow yourself time to formulate exacvtly what you intend to say or do keeping in mind that healthy outcomes are the intent.
• Check your self-talk.  What are you saying to yourself?  Are your words negative and destructive or are they supportive and positive?
• Reflect on the influence of your self-talk.  Historically, what attitudes, actions perceptions and beliefs have come as a result of your self-talk?  How satisfied are you with those results?
• Visualize what you really want to do, be or accomplish.  How do those visualizations differ from where you are at this moment?
• Create affirmations consistent with your visualizations.  Remember that “as we think is our heart, so we are!”  Change your self-talk with simple, positive and powerful statements that can be written down, read regularly and committed to memory.
• Access resources that support your efforts to change your thinking.  Read books that address positive change.  Listen to tapes or cds that outline practical steps to positive living.  Attend seminars.  Engage the services of a professional counselor of life coach.  Find yourself a mentor.  Appropriate support is key to creating healthy thinking!
• Commit to consistency.  The Law of the Harvest states:  You harvest what you plant!  You harvest more than you plant!  You harvest later than you plant!  Change that lasts will not come over night!  It will take time; however, as with any garden, a commitment to consistently planting and tending to the seeds, guarantees a harvest that exceeds the initial investment.

 On Second Thought

 I am hopeful that today as you read this article, you will allow yourself to entertain “second thoughts!”  I am hopeful that you will allow yourself to feel the power of your thoughts and begin to believe in the possibility of creating a healthier life as a result!  I am convinced that choosing to change our thinking will result in experiences beyond our expectations!  I think . . . no . . . On Second Thought . . . I KNOW this to be true!

 Until next time . . . Peace . . . and . . . Second Thoughts!

 

Mark

 

Just popped in to share some very exciting news! My website has changed significantly in design as well as accessibility! I am now offering both the original version of Awaken to Good Mourning in audio/cd format and the revised and updated Second Edition of Awaken to Good Mourning in print! In the very near future, we plan on offering the Second Edition in both Ebook and Kindle formats!

Please visit http://www.markehundley.com/Publications.html and peruse the new website!

Perhaps one of the most exciting developments for me is that we are now making my short stories available for download in MP3 format! The first in the series under the main title of The Place of Passage is the short story, "Fear? NOT!" I had great fun with this project and am pleased to make this initial download available for FREE! Simply go to the website, scroll to the bottom of the Books page, click the download button and listen away! I welcome your feedback!

There are currently five short stories in the series with another ten in the works! Living in the Meantimes requires that we draw inspiration from many sources . . . this new website is just one way I am hopeful to share ideas about how to live successfully in midst of the Meantimes of life!

Take care!

Revisiting "The Old, The Wise & The Bald..."

Three years ago, I published this post. I was shuffling through some past writings and ran across it. Thought you might find it interesting. Hope you like it the second time around!

One out of Three Ain't Bad!

This title sounds a little like an early Clint Eastwood movie - i.e. "The Good, The Bad and the Ugly!   Suffice to say that this has nothing to do with Westerns and certainly nothing to do with Clint Eastwood!  Heck!  I don't even KNOW Clint Eastwood!  Further, although some of you might venture to guess that the title refers to me -- NOPE!  Not even close; however, I do have one of those descriptors down pat -- No, not the old part -- the BALD part!  I'm moving toward old, but not quite there!

My Dear Friend

The three descriptor reference in the title actually refers to an old friend of mine -- perhaps yous as well!  The renowned "Skin Horse" from The Velveteen Rabbit fame!  HE is "The Old, The Wise & The Bald" and HE has something very important to say to us about how to handle the "mean times" in which we find ourselves and further, how to live in the "meantimes" that follow in the aftermath of a particular "mean times" event we experience.  I am convinced that Margery Williams wrote this book for adults and disguised it as a children's book!  I think she knew that we adults would sit down with children and read it to them all the while being forced to drop the facade of adult sophistication in order to do so.  This vulnerability would then allow us to absorb the important life lessons embedded in this wonderful story!

So much focus has been cast in the direction of the little Rabbit and his journey to "Realness" that we often forget the person most responsible for his success -- the good old Skin Horse!  In an effort to shed appropriate light on his contributions, I will provide an annotated dissection of his sage words.  Perhaps in so doing, we can all discover a deeper center from which to draw strength as we live each day!

A Closer Look

"The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others.  He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces."  Right up front, we derive from this passage that the Skin Horse has been around quite a while having lived longer than anyone in the nursery.  Now, on the surface, simple longevity might cause us to assume maturity; however, that is not the case.  We all know people who have lived many years and are as mature as a middle schooler -- right?  We see them every day driving down our freeways (perhaps even some of us could be lumped into that category, huh?), ordering coffee from Starbucks, chairing boards of major corporations, making decisions that affect millions of people, etc.  Length of time on this planet does NOT guarantee maturity -- or REALNESS -- for that matter.  We  also discover that life has put him through quite a bit -- bald patches on his coat, missing tail hairs and potentially unraveling stress on what holds him together!  Sound familiar?  Let's read on!

"He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys and would never turn into anything else."  There we have it!  The first indication that this old timer is indeed wise; however, we might find ourselves fooled if we simply took the word of another without proof!  Proof?  Yes, it is there!  This guy has watched a long string of "would be's," -- "flashes in the pan" -- line up to strut their stuff on the stage of life with clear understanding that they were hollow in their core.  They had nothing of substance holding them together.  It is also found in the observation that those who must resort to "boasting and swaggering" do so to hide their lack of substance.  Their fate is that of the "latest toy" -- immediately cherished for their "bells and whistles" but destined for the scrap heap when the new wears off.  Know any like that?  Wait!  There's more!

"For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it."  Life has a way of balancing itself out -- provided we hang around long enough or hold true to our values long enough to allow it to do its work.  Obviously, the Skin Horse is one of those who has done so and done so quite successfully I might add!  In fact, he is one of only a few who has achieved this noteworthy accomplishment.  Apparently, the second factor that guarantees that maturity enhances longevity is that of experience.  Somehow, experience generates a depth of maturity that time alone cannot produce.  I know that I have encountered 15 year olds who are more mature than many adults simply due to the life experiences they have endured and learned from.  I bet you know a few as well!  It keeps getting better!

Enter the Velveteen Rabbit!  "What is REAL?  asked the Rabbit one day . . . Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"   Ah, one of the "meaning" questions we all ask of ourselves or others at some point in our lives!  The young Rabbit has observed the kinds of personalities that the world at large defines as real and yet, we already know that those who depend on various forms of external motivations to jump start them are all destined for ruin eventually!  The Skin Horse has already made that perfectly clear.  I am sure that if this young fella had asked one of those unaware,  "keyed up dudes" he would have received a completely different answer.  (I find it fascinating that those who are most "unreal" often do not have a clue about their state!)  No!  The Rabbit knew -- perhaps instinctively -- to whom he must turn in his personal quest for "Realness!"  It works!  Let's continue!

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse.  "It's a thing that happens to you.  When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."  Man wouldn't life be easier if we could just flip a switch and PRESTO, suddenly be all that we were meant to be?  No struggles; no worries; no challenges -- just instant success!  On the surface that sounds great, but in reality any "instant success" might work to our detriment.  It seems that we need time and effort and support in order to experience the failure necessary to guarantee real success!  The conversation gets even heavier!

"Does it hurt?"  asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."  Ouch!  That hurt a little!  But, you know, the Skin Horse is correct!  Becoming a real, mature person does indeed hurt sometimes.  If becoming Real were a cakewalk, we'd have more Real People running around!  No!  We have a tendency to avoid pain or struggle or hardship or sacrifice in our world!  Jim Fay identifies two different kinds of parents who tend to debilitate their children by feeding them false information about their abilities to function and cope successfully in life.  He calls them "Helicopters" who "hover and rescue" or "Drill Sergeants" who "bark orders!"  Both positions cripple self-confidence and communicate that children are not capable and therefore need others to rescue them or map out life for them!  I am so glad the Rabbit has an honest, truthful mentor to shoot straight with him!  Aren't you?  Get ready for the really heavy part!

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up, or bit by bit?"  "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse.  "You become.  It takes a long time.  That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time your are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."  Wow!  The little guy already knows the answer to his question -- he has already heard it once -- or has he?  Perhaps he is asking the question in a different way.  Perhaps he is asking to see if the Skin Horse believes he has what it takes to get to Real!  The Old, The Wise, The Bald One remains true to his nature -- he is honest!  The unspoken affirmation comes in a contrasting explanation of the type of people who are NOT likely to ever become Real -- those who "break easily," those who "have sharp edges" and those "who have to be carefully kept!"  By phrasing his answer in this manner, the Skin Horse acknowledges the Rabbit's capacity to tap personal strength and resiliency to accomplish his goal.  Those around us who will never become Real people strive to deter those of us who work toward Realness.  You know what I mean -- it happens each day in both subtle and obvious ways; however, if we stay the course there is a reward.  We will have the support of those that really matter -- those who understand!  And . . . we WILL become Real! 

Who in your life fits one of those three categories described earlier?  How are they discouraging your journey toward Realness?  What are you willing to do to surround yourself with "those who understand -- who get it?"  How might those choices positively affect your life right now?

One final word from the Skin Horse.  He says," . . . once you are Real, you can't become unreal again.  It lasts for always."   When we face the mean times of life and we do so after discovering the value of living as a Real person, we can never go back to pretend that we don't know what we know!  It just doesn't work that way!

May I encourage all of us to "Keep it Real?"  I'm thinking Realness will see us through!

Until next time -- Peace and . . . Realness!

Mark

Copyright 2008 Mark E. Hundley

The Two-Sided Coin. A Lesson in Lifeonomics!

Mark E. Hundley Awaken Newsletter New Year, New Possibilities!

In This Issue The Two-Sided Coin Speaking of Comfort, Courtship, Cancer and . . . Courage! Quick Links Register Now News Related Topics More On Us Join Our List

Issue: 1 January/2011 Dear Friends. I have been away for the last two months ~ not necessarily by choice ~ spending an unexpected amount of time reconciling the details of many changes in our lives since October. Our lives are no different from our fellow travelers on this planet. We shift between the poles of positive and negative events working to create a perspective that allows us to make sense of the oft times complicated nature of those events. I am anxious to outline how the events of the past two and half months now form the foundation of the direction I will take in the coming new year. I am hopeful that you will find this first newsletter of 2011 to be useful, inspiring and thought provoking. The Two-Sided Coin A Lesson in Lifeonomics I often refer to life as a two-sided coin when working with clients. Periodically when discussing the unique challenges presented by a particular set of circumstances, I take a quarter from my pocket and extend it to my client while saying, "Here. Take this quarter, but only the tails side." Routinely, clients in mid-reach and with a quizzical look, say something like, "That's impossible! I can't take just one side of the coin!" As with the coin, taking hold of life requires that we take the whole ~ not just the part or side that we prefer. No matter how often we would like to separate the good from the bad, the hurtful from the helpful, the cloudy from the clear, the reality is that we cannot. Early October found me accepting a new position as Director of the Boys and Girls Clubs of Collin County Family Services Counseling Center ~ previously a free-standing non-profit organization that was absorbed by the Boys and Girls Clubs of Collin County. This invitation came from out of the blue and carries with it unprecedented possibilities! Then, on the heals of this news, Vanessa's mother, who had been living with us for several months and under hospice care, took a turn for the worse. After a two-week hospital stay, she lost her battle with cancer and COPD. She died on October 10. November ushered in a series of challenges related to beginning the process of handling my mother-in-law's estate as well as the acceleration of an option we thought was at least two years away. As Vanessa and I visited, we discovered that she could retire from public education sooner than expected. The decision was made ~ she would retire as soon as possible. December was no different. We found ourselves embracing experiences that were both invigorating and deflating. Vanessa finished her final day of public education on the 17th after 32 years of involvement at various levels in the business. As with any retirement, she had mixed feelings of both elation and letdown. Then in the midst of the excitement of Holidays, I received news from a former school colleague indicating that his young 4 yo niece died suddenly on Christmas morning. The news reminded me of the complicated nature of life. On New Year's Day morning ~ while contemplating personal and professional goals for the new year, I received a call that a dear friend had finally succumbed to the cancer he battled for two and a half years. I will share more of this family's story shortly. Lessons in Lifeonomics ~ the coin that cannot be divided or separated. If either side of the coin were to always land in view when tossed in the air and caught, I fear that we would become one dimensional ~ either enamored with false positivity or encumbered with unbearable defeat.  Lifeonomics teaches us that there is an ebb and flow to life ~ that the unpredictability inherent in life provides us opportunities to grow and learn.  I am hopeful that as you contemplate entering into this new year, you will find comfort and perspective in this brief lesson. The Bible says, ". . . and it came, to pass." Perhaps the meaning of this phrase is best communicated in this way. "And IT came . . . only to pass." Whatever we face ~ whatever we experience will not last. It is here only for a season and in that season we must take hold of the whole of life. Every Step Has a Story . . . Speaking of Comfort, Courtship, Cancer and . . . Courage! This story has its genesis on Christmas Eve 1991. June and Britt had a wonderful life in the making! Fulfilling careers, friends, family close by and two wonderful children. Nothing could have prepared them for the life altering events on that particular evening ~ an evening routinely filled with joy, anticipation and frivolity. While the family members were in various places, preparing for the celebratory Season, a tragic accident took the life of then ten year old Zach. June and the rest of her family were completely devastated! Each one fought to make sense of the senseless ~ to find reason wrapped in the unfathomable. They did their best to take each day as it came ~ living and walking through the fog. Over the next few months, all associated with June and her family worked to create a sense of stability and normalcy knowing that the void left by Zach's death would never be completely filled. A few months later, June's sister died ~ another unexpected blow. June was on the ropes, reeling from the double whammy issued by life. Then, without warning, she received the potential knock out punch. A mere eighteen months after the death of her beloved Zach, her husband Britt died in his sleep! How much more pain could life dish out to one person? It was after this third blow that I met June for the first time in 1993. Over the next several years, June worked hard to reconcile her personal losses and create a new life. The journey was not easy; however, through it all, June remained determined to find a sense of peace ~ a sense of comfort from which to draw strength for daily living. June learned to not only experience the grief of her losses, she learned the power of mourning as well. She came to understand the truth of the phrase, "Blessed are those who MOURN, for they shall find comfort." The Journey of Hope did not exist when June's life was turned upside down. If it had, perhaps her daughter would not have struggled as painfully with her personal losses as she did. When the Journey of Hope started in the summer of 1998, June was immediately drawn to its mission of helping families. June found a home there working with teens and then parents who had lost children to death. She was amazing in her work! As June rebuilt her life and forged new directions, she eventually met Brian. The chemistry was immediate and amazing! Not long after they met, I received a call from June asking me to perform their wedding and on a warm July afternoon in 2003 under a large tree in their back yard, their lives were joined. I was so happy for her ~ for THEM! They had each other and began weaving together a  unique "family on the blend" consisting of children, grandchildren and extended family members. All was well until . . . I remember receiving the call in August of 2008 ~ Brian had been diagnosed with small cell cancer that had invaded his lungs and brain. Everyone in June's life scrambled to the call. Initially, the doctors gave him just a few months, but they didn't know Brian. Brian, with June's support and love, fought back and did so furiously! He made it through the summer and then the fall. He made it to Christmas and beyond! Hope swelled! Chemo and radiation. Doctors and hospitals. Family and friends. All of these became the routine. Brian defied all conventional wisdom and projections; however, Brian was still sick. He still had cancer and that reality was never far under the surface. June, Brian and the family learned to live each day to the fullest possible. They laughed, cried, shared, celebrated, contemplated, played and loved. They did so with a depth not often experienced. Then, I received another call. Eleven days before Christmas 2010, June called and said that she felt the time was rapidly approaching. I knew what she meant. I drove to their home and sat at Brian's bedside. Even thought his body showed the ravages of his battle with cancer, his indomitable spirit shone through his eyes and smile! He was peaceful . . . realistic . . . honest. He was "ready" to use his word. I asked him if he thought he would make it through Christmas and he indicated that he hoped he would. As I left him with a prayer and a kiss on the top of his bald head, I hoped that he would as well. He did make it through Christmas ~ one final Season of Celebration with his loved ones. Then on New Year's Day 2011, I received a call from June. "He's gone" she said. "He died at 9:33 this morning." Just like that ~ gone. After so much pain, so much hope, so much struggle ~ gone. I showered and went to their home as quickly as possible. June found herself in a place she had been so many times before and yet this was different ~ every experience of death is different. She was June ~ strong, present, talking, aware and . . . sad. We talked at length while the beehive of support activity began to swell around us. June said, "Mark, after all of this settles down, I'd really like to become involved with Journey of Hope again. I can't tell you how much I miss being able to provide support for parents who have lost children." I have no doubt that June will become involved again and the families she encounters will be the better for her involvement, but first . . . there are goodbyes to be said. Wednesday January 5, 2011, we will bid farewell to our friend, Brian. June has asked me to officiate at the funeral. I am honored to do so. I do not know why some experience more than their share of pain in life. It always has been and always will be a mystery; yet through this walk with June and her family I am reminded of the power of mourning. June has lived the power of mourning which has allowed her to receive comfort, enjoy courtship again, face cancer and live life with courage. I am hopeful that her story will serve as a lesson in possibility for you. I know it does for me! I wish each of you a prosperous and hope filled New Year! Be looking for updated information in the next couple of weeks related to the Every Step Has a Story project as well as upcoming events in which you might have an interest! Thank you for your interest and support in 2010! I look forward to a wonderful 2011! Sincerely, Mark Hundley

Changes

October 2010 Newsletter Changes . . .

In This Issue Goodnight Sweet Princess From Out of the Blue! A Change of Seasons A Common Thread Quick Links Register Now News Related Topics More On Us Join Our List

Issue: #4 October/2010 Dear Friends, I fully intended to post the October newsletter earlier this month; however, a series of changes ~ some anticipated and others not ~ created challenges that demanded attention. As this month has progressed I have been reminded once again of the seemingly random yet mysteriously orchestrated paths we travel in this life. I am hopeful that as you read this newsletter, you will find time to contemplate the paths you travel ~ the changes you encounter ~ the possibilities presented to you. Mark Goodnight Sweet Princess . . . . . . And Flights of Angels . . . On Sunday October 10, 2010, my dear, sweet mother-in-law slipped through the thin veil that separates the temporal from the eternal. She was received into her eternal rest after a long and courageous battle with cancer and COPD. A breast cancer survivor, Helen Moore also battled medullary thyroid cancer ~ a type of cancer that does not respond to traditional treatment protocols. She endured multiple surgeries, frequent trips to M.D. Anderson in Houston as well as chemo and radiation therapies. In her final months, COPD took its toll on her body. I don't know of a stronger woman anywhere. Vanessa and I were in the room with her, holding her hands, stroking her cheeks and sharing words of love and comfort as she took her final breath. Those moments were both sad and sweet. It has been said that death is merely the extinguishing of the candle because the dawn has come. That phrase now has a new meaning for me. She is sorely missed! The absence of her presence bears heavily on all who know and love her . . . and yet, she resides only a breath away in the next room. It has also been said that you cannot lose someone when you know where they are. We know where she is and are grateful for the rest she now enjoys. I was honored to officiate at her funeral. At the graveside as we said our final farewells on this side of the veil, I closed with an adaptation of a line from "Hamlet." "Goodnight sweet princess and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." Thank you, Helen, for honoring our lives with your presence. From Out of the Blue! An Offer I Couldn't Refuse  Change takes us by surprise from time to time ~ often in the midst of other changes that are completely unrelated. That was the case for me this month. While Vanessa and I were dealing with the impending death of her mother ~ working to address all the issues related to that imminent event ~ an unexpected opportunity for change presented itself to me. Was I surprised? Absolutely! I felt as I was a character in one of the "Godfather" movies ~ receiving an "offer I couldn't refuse!" The offer? Well, I was approached about becoming the Director of Boys & Girls Club Family Services Counseling Center in Collin County, TX! It seems that a stand alone non-profit center had approached the Boys & Girls Club of Collin County about absorbing them and providing services under the BGCCC umbrella. Long story made short ~ the acquisition was official in July of this year. When I met with the CEO of BGCCC, I felt as if I was stepping into a script written just for me! I was so anxious to accept that I think I asked "so when do I start" within the first fifteen minutes of our conversation. From out of the Blue! This conversation took place on Monday October 4. Helen died on Sunday October 10. Change within change wrapped up in a larger package of change. Isn't that the life is most of the time? I am so grateful for this unique opportunity. The marriage of the BGCCC and this former stand alone center creates the first  Boys & Girls Club in the country with its own counseling center under its wings. So much potential! So many possibilities! So "out of the blue!" Oh! I failed to mention . . . my commitment to the "Every Step Has a Story" 600 mile walk is fully supported by BGCCC! Yep! I'm still walking ~ and with the blessing and endorsement of my new "boss!" Cool! And on that note, I'll move on to news about the walk! Every Step Has a Story!  A Change of Seasons! As you know, the original date for my 600 mile walk from McKinney, TX to Nashville, TN was scheduled for April 2011. In keeping with the theme of this newsletter, a significant change of plans has occurred related to the "Every Step Has a Story" walk. Instead of the spring of the year, I will be making my trek in the fall of the year instead! The new date for the "Every Step Has a Story . . . a Journey of Hope" walk is now October 2011! This change in schedule actually helps me out in several ways! First, I will have a bit more time to train for the 20 - 25 miles per day I will travel. Second, Lyons Entertainment the company that will make the documentary film of this event, has indicated that the change actually works to our advantage from their perspective in that the new time frame will allow them more time to plan. It also gives them the opportunity to bring in producers that will likely open doors for funding the film and possible distribution through PBS. Obviously, talks continue along these lines, but the possibilities are exciting indeed! Third, pushing the date back allows for more time to secure funding for both the film and walk. Initial contacts have been made with State Farm as a potential sponsor and others are in the works. Fourth, the new date provides more time to recruit and secure sponsors for the "town hall meetings" in each stop along the route ~ the venues where the "Real" stories will be shared by those in attendance. After all, the story of this walk is not about a 50 something bald man from Texas walking 600 miles! It is about providing a platform for children and teens who have experienced the death of a loved one to share their intensely personal journeys in a public forum ~ forum that will hopefully encourage more open conversation about the scope and impact of childhood and adolescent loss issues! Finally, the new date gives me more time to secure corporate sponsors for products and services needed for the project. Last week, I received confirmation that NIKE will provide me with shoes as minimum for this project! All very exciting! So . . . please alter your calendar and mark October 2011 as the new date for Every Step Has a Story . . . a Journey of Hope! New Stories . . .  A Common Thread  On October 7 and 8 I found myself in French Lick, IN at the French Lick Resort participating in the Fall Meeting for the Kentucky - Southern Indiana Northwestern Mutual Financial Services Agency. My topic for this meeting was "Death Benefit Delivery: What Do I Do Now?" Part of the work I do with life insurance and financial services professionals focuses on informed, compassionate and caring delivery of benefits to beneficiary families in the aftermath of the death of an insured loved one. As is often the case, I was available for the remainder of the meeting beyond my presentation which gave me time to visit with individual agents. During the comfort of small group or one-on-one conversations, I routinely hear personal stories from agents. This trip was no different. On this particular trip, I found a common thread in three of the stories that I would like to share with you. The Hole in My Heart ~ Jim (not his real name) was fifteen when his life was altered forever. Coming home from school on a fall afternoon, Jim anticipated a late afternoon game of catch with his father, a local minister. Seeing the family vehicle gone, he assumed that his dad had been called out to perform some ministerial duty. As he walked into the kitchen, his mother said, "I told your father that you would be home soon ~ that he should wait to make the call. It wasn't an emergency after all, but you know your father." Jim indicated that he knew what she meant. Instead of going outside, he decided to lie down on his bed and rest. He went into his room, turned on the radio and stretched out for a quick nap. Living in a small town meant that local news was a big deal. Jim closed his eyes and began listening to the music. At the very moment the DJ broke in with the words, "We have a breaking story," Jim sat bolt upright in bed ~ an eerie sense of impending doom sweeping over him. At some level, he KNEW that the breaking story had something to do with his father. the DJ indicated that there had been a fatality accident on the Interstate and that traffic was backed up in both directions. Jim immediately ran to the kitchen where his mother's face confirmed that they shared matching intuition about the news. Within about 20 minutes, the local sheriff showed up at their house and shared that Jim's dad had indeed been involved in the accident and was pronounced dead at the scene. As I sat across from Jim, his eyes drifted back to a time that created an enormous amount of pain in his life. After a moment' silence he said, "That day tore a hole in my heart that exists even today . . . that experience is why I chose to be in the life insurance business." Someone Make the Dog Stop Barking ~ Tammy (not her real name) picked me up from the airport in Louisville, KY. During the hour drive north to the resort, we had a chance to visit and exchange a few life stories. Tammy is an exceedingly energetic and intelligent young woman ~ articulate, driven, excited about her work! I asked about what attracted her to the life insurance business and she shared her heart. It seems that when Tammy was ten years old, her mother suffered a heart attack early on a Saturday morning. She awoke to the realization that something was not right when the dog would not stop barking. She recalled saying, "Would someone make the dog be quiet please? Please?" She said this several times with no response. She got up out of bed, opened her bedroom door and walked to the railing outside her second story room. As she looked down, she saw her mother being wheeled out on a gurney. Her father spoke not a word as she was left alone in the house ~ confused, dazed, scared. In a few minutes, a neighbor came in and stayed with Tammy until her father returned with the news that her mother had not survived. That news did not make sense ~ it did not sink in! She had difficulty embracing what she was told. She does not remember the funeral. She does not remember the first several months after her mother's death. She indicated that her mother traveled a lot for her job so it was not unusual for her to be gone for days at a time. Tammy shared that almost a year after her mother's death, she awoke on a Saturday morning to the barking of her dog. In that moment, the entire scene from a year before came flooding back and she sat on her bed and wept ~ alone. Tammy shared that although her memories of high school without her mother are sketchy she knows that the experience shaped her life. In fact, she shared that the reason she works in the life insurance business is as a direct result of her mother's death. She runs the "Client Service Center" where "orphan" policy holders (clients who bought a policy from an agent who is no longer in the business) find service, guidance and direction when they have a need related to life insurance. Oh, as part of her work, she helps to process approximately 400 death claims a year . . . My Brother . . . ~ The final story I share today is brief. Frank (not his real name) sat listening to the stories of others in a group and then touched my shoulder. He said, "Let me tell you about my brother. He is why I do what I do today." It seems that when Frank was twelve, his seventeen year old brother was killed in an automobile accident. Frank adored, idolized and worshipped his brother. When he died, Frank was devastated ~ not to mention that his family was crushed as well! Tears welled in Frank's eyes as he worked to recount the experience. He struggled to piece together a sentence that was not punctuated by attempts to swallow back sobs of grief. Finally, Frank gave up. He looked a me and with tears flowing freely down his cheeks, said, "I'm here because of my brother. I don't want what happened to my family after his death happen to other families." With that he ducked his head and wept silently. I put my arm around his shoulder, hugged him tightly and shed a tear of my own. The common thread? All three of these amazing adults chose to invest their hearts, souls and professionalism into a business that addresses the unwanted, the unthinkable, the inevitable as a result of their loss experiences as children or teens. Just three more reasons why "Every Step Has a Story" is so important. Thnank you for reading and sharing this information with friends, family and co-workers! I am hopeful that you will find the information helpful as you negotiate your own personal journey through this life. Be looking for more stories from the road. Until next time . . . Peace! Sincerely, Mark Hundley

Every Step Has a Story: The Saga of Sydney and Edwin

Every Step Has a Story: The Saga of Sydney and Edwin

Good Mourning UNT! Recently, the University of North Texas online alumni newsletter published a story about Awaken to Good Mourning and Every Step Has a Story. I was honored and pleased with the wonderful job they did! You are invited to read the article entitled Good Mourning and then share the link with friends and family. Speaking Update I recently spent a couple of days in Mountain View, CA hosted by the Cusimano Family Colonial Mortuary for two sessions ~ one in the evening for the community and a second the next morning for professionals in the helping professions. The experience was one I will never forget! From the beautiful weather to the beautiful people I met, it was just amazing! Thanks to Sherri and Matt Cusimano for hosting me for these events! On October 7 & 8, I will be in French Lick, IN ~ about an hour north of Louisville, KY ~ speaking to a Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance agency on the subject of Death Benefit Delivery. I'm looking forward to this trip and will share details in the October newsletter. Stories Needed If you have a story of related to personal loss that you would like to share in this forum, please send them to me @ [email protected] I would be honored to make them a part of this ongoing series of stories. Walk Update Look for updated details about the walk from McKinney, TX to Nashville, TN in the October newsletter.

Dear Friends, The story I share with you today is a bit different from the previous ones ~ perhaps a bit more unusual. I am hopeful that your will find comfort, encouragement and insight into this journey of grief we all must take at one time or another. If this story helps you in any way, please share it with friends and family members. Thank you. Mark Every Step Has a Story: The Saga of Sydney and Edwin The story of Sydney and Edwin begins in the spring of 1956 ~ a time when the loss of a baby was often downplayed; especially if the loss was a stillbirth. The practices and protocols found in many hospitals today designed to assist grieving parents and families to embrace the pain of their loss did not exist then. Perhaps if they had, some of the outcomes of this story would have been different. Edwin was approaching his third birthday in 1956. He lived with his parents in the Texas High Plains city of Lubbock ~ home to red dirt, relentless wind, tabletop-like landscapes and the Texas Tech Red Raiders. Edwin to this day ~ some fifty years later ~ retains many memories of his brief stay there. He fondly recalls his pet boxer, his best friend (who happened to be a girl), riding his tricycle down the wide street on which he lived and playing "drums" on his mother's pots and pans in the middle of the kitchen floor. In contrast, he remembers the terror of seeing a black tornado looming over the city, the discovery of a brightly colored snake under a rock in his front yard and the day he attempted to fly his new balsa wood glider in the middle of a howling sand storm. He also remembers . . . the day he was first touched by the tragedy of death. You see, Edwin's family was expecting an addition to the family. He was hoping for a brother! In the days prior to the anticipated delivery date, there was an air of expectation. Telephone calls daily, frequent visits from friends and family members and talk of the new baby to come became the routine to which he grew accustomed. The day finally arrived when his mother went to the hospital. Edwin could hardly wait! He would soon have a baby brother or sister to play with ~ he really, really hoped for that brother! Today when Edwin recounts the events as he recalls them, a tinge of sadness still hangs in his speech. Of all the memories of the day his mother came home from the hospital, the one that affected him the most was the realization that no baby accompanied her when she walked through the door. Edwin was confused. The house characterized by the electricity of anticipation suddenly fell silent. Smiles were replaced by tears and sadness. Confusion filled Edwin's little heart and mind. Many times, Edwin recalls that the adults would cease their conversation whenever he entered the room. At some level, Edwin recounts that he felt as if he had done something wrong ~ something about which no one would speak. Eventually, he asked about the baby. To the best of his memory, he was told that Sydney had been stillborn ~ that he was not alive ~ that Edwin would not have a brother. "Stillborn?" What did that mean? All he knew was that it meant he had a brother named Sydney but didn't really have him because he was "stillborn" and could not be at home. He did his best to accept it and through the years he ventured to ask questions from time to time. Eventually, "stillborn" made sense and he understood what had happened. There were other questions swimming around in his mind, but he can't remember asking them. Edwin struggled with Sydney's absence as he grew. Perhaps this experience caused Edwin to develop a keen sensitivity to the emotions of others because he often felt compelled to reach out to people when he sensed their sadness. Growing up, Edwin was exposed to the deaths of many children ~ saw how those deaths affected the parents and siblings ~ contemplated how Sydney's absence had affected him and his family. He often recalls the family in Galveston that lost their sons in a swimming accident; and the death a twelve year old friend; he remembers the deaths of high school and college friends; he remembers and wonders. Wonders how all those families made it through. In college in the early to mid-70's, Edwin's interest in death, loss and grief grew. This interest dictated a major in sociology and minor in psychology followed by over a decade of youth and family ministry. Based on his interest in and study of loss and grief, Edwin felt that he had a pretty good handle on those subjects ~ that is, until he realized he didn't. In early 1989 ~ almost 33 years after the stillbirth of Sydney ~ Edwin came face-to-face with another devastating death loss. On a very normal day ~ a day much like the one in the spring of 1956 ~ Edwin suddenly found himself the single father of a young daughter when his wife of 12.5 years died as a result of injuries she received in an automobile accident. Once again, Edwin was faced with unanswerable questions, confused perspectives and life-altering consequences. What did Edwin do? He did the best he could to embrace the reality of loss, experience the pains of grief, find healing through mourning and begin rebuilding a new life. Eventually, Edwin remarried and found himself in grad school for counseling. About four years into this new marriage, he and his wife visited her daughter on a parent's weekend at Texas Tech in Lubbock. While there, the memories of Sydney flooded Edwin's heart and mind. He contacted his parents to gather information about Sydney. He found his old house. He found a quiet space . . . he remembered . . . he cried. He realized that from the day Sydney died, he had been on a journey ~ a journey punctuated by exposure to the deepest pain human beings can experience - that of losing a loved one to death. Edwin was and is still, deeply involved with work in the field of loss and grief ~ not as a result of his personal losses for he does not believe that such experiences happen in order to move us in specific directions. Rather, Edwin finds himself involved in the field as a result of his choices and decisions in the aftermath of such experiences. Edwin's journey began at age three. He wrote a portion of this journey in a short story entitled "The Journey." An excerpt follows: "Sydney - my brother who never was!  The blessed addition to our family back in 1956 that was never added.  The one about whom our family rarely spoke after the day he was stillborn.  All my life, I had wondered about Sydney - about what it would have been like to have a younger brother.  In the years following that family tragedy, I recalled playing "make believe" - creating games and circumstances where Sydney and I would play together.  I couldn't believe my eyes!   I picked him up and we sat together on the bench and just looked at one another for a long time.  Finally, Sydney reached for my hand.  As his tiny hand encircled my thumb, I was immediately taken back to the small house in which we lived back then. Although the memories were fuzzy, I was able to recall the confusion that I experienced - our home was to have been happy when mommy came home from the hospital; we were supposed to have a little "bundle of joy" they had said.  Instead, there were tears; hushed conversations filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend; buried anger and resentment; blame; sadness; and the sense of barrenness created by an empty cradle.   The experience of adulthood had given meaning to all those conflicting and confusing feelings from the past.  Looking back, I can see how that event initiated life-long reverberations of grief for all of my family - parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.  So much possibility unfulfilled.  So many hopes dashed.  So many dreams erased.  So much happiness buried.  More than 50 years have passed and I still feel the sting of that day.   I closed my eyes allowing the scene to disappear, and then looked down again into Sydney's face.  "I don't understand little bro!  What does this have to do with my journey?  Why are we here together now of all times?"   Sydney looked up at me and with wisdom well beyond his years, he said, "Your journey began on that day - the journey you continue even now.  What was incomprehensible then you now have words to describe.  With those words, you can comfort young mothers and fathers - help mend hearts and relationships torn apart by the unthinkable.  You can teach others to express compassion for families tormented by the emptiness of early death.  You can help create hope for the future.  You can do this because healing matters!"   Sitting there on that bench, I thought about all the challenges that Sydney's absence from our lives had created for my family through the years.  I thought about the impact of his absence in my own life.  How many times growing up had I heard, "Do you have a brother?"  He was right!  My journey had begun the day his terminated.  I have been running this race for a very long time.  I realized that to drop the running now would mean taking my eye off the finish line - stopping short of the goal - missing chances to make a difference."   Thus the saga of Sydney and Edwin . . . no, not ends . . . but . . . continues . . . Friends, this story is mine and it is true. You see, my middle name is Edwin. I think of Sydney every day. I think of all the other Edwin's and families affected by similar losses. There are times I tire on this journey. There are times I feel as if I am a "voice crying in the wilderness" to which few listen. There are times that I long for a message more easily accepted by the public. There are times I contemplate taking a detour from this path . . . and then . . . I think of the Saga of Sydney and Edwin . . . and . . . well . . . I take another step. Until next time . . . Peace!   Sincerely,   Mark Hundley

Why This? Why Now? Why You?

Greetings Friends,

I am amazed at how quickly time passes these days! Well, it likely does not pass any faster in reality ~ it just seems that way! Perhaps it's my age or the fact that I have no hair or . . . perhaps it's just the fast pace at which we live our lives. Regardless, the months seem to fly by now!

In this issue, I'll share the beginnings of several stories that have touched schools, families and communities in the very recent past. I'll also talk about what's behind Every Step Has a Story, in an effort to add more depth to the event. Exciting updates about potential corporate sponsorships will be addressed and finally we'll highlight an article published by the UNT online alumni magazine related to Good Mourning.

Hope you enjoy this September Edition of our Newsletter!

Mark

New Stories . . . Just Beginning

Ripple Effects Recently I was contacted by an area high school and asked to make a presentation outlining healthy ways to deal with grief. You see, this particular school has experienced multiple death losses in a very short time period ~ both over the summer months and at the beginning of the new school year. As I listened to the explanation of the sequence of events, I found myself wondering just how far the effects of these losses would reach. In my 20 plus years of working with grieving individuals, families and groups I have been reminded over and again that a single death creates ripples that move through families, groups and communities in ways that often defy prediction. Many times, these ripples continue on for years. Imagine the complexity facing the school and community as they work to embrace the impact of the death of two students in separate accidents, children having to deal with the death of a parent in two separate suicide events and the death of one parent who lost a battle with cancer. It is as if someone has taken several pebbles and cast them into a pond, breaking the still surface and sending overlapping ripples in multiple directions at once. The tasks facing the families, school and community are enormous. The stories are just beginning. The outcomes remain in question. The families and groups affected by these losses will need to take each day as it comes. They must find healthy ways to both embrace the pain of grief and express their grief in acts of mourning that help them heal. To borrow from Dr. Alan Wolfelt, I want to share with you the "Six Reconciliation Needs of Mourners." Acknowledge the Reality of the Death Through Mourning Rituals. Move Toward the Pain of the Loss while being Nurtured Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually. Convert the Relationship from one of Presence to one of Memory. Develop a New Self Identity Based on a Life Without the Person Who Died. Relate the Experience of Death to a Context of Meaning. A Continued Supportive Presence in Future Years Although healthy reconciliation of grief is not guaranteed, if those affected by the deaths mentioned earlier will approach their journeys by paying attention to the needs listed above then they have a better chance to heal. Perhaps one day we'll hear from one or more of those just beginning their journey. In the meantime, may we keep them in our thoughts and prayers.

Every Step Has a Story!

Why This? Why Now? Why You?   I can't tell you how many have enthusiastically encouraged me in my 600 mile walking project! Almost without fail, I get a "Wow!" when sharing the details of the event. Then, there are a few who pause, look at me as if I had three eyes and ask, "Now tell me again . . . just WHY are you doing this? And Why NOW of all times?" Let me take each of the questions individually. Why This? ~ Perhaps the best answer for this question is a set of sobering statistics. Often, the simple numbers speak better than any words I can conjure. 1.5 million children will lose one or both parents to death by the age of 15. Over 3.5 to 4 million children under the age of 18 are grieving the loss of a parent. One out of seven children will experience the death of a loved one by the age of ten. 1 out of 5 children have a learning, emotional, or behavioral problem due to the family system changing. Close to 2 million children receive death benefits from a deceased worker. Children of parents who die suddenly are 3 times more likely to develop depression and are at higher risk for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Children who lose loved ones are 5 times more likely to complete suicide.  Children who lose loved ones are 9 times more likely to drop out of high school. Children who lose loved ones are 10 times more likely to use drugs. Children who lose loved ones are 20 times more at risk for behavioral disorders.  Children who lose loved ones to death are often referred to as "Forgotten Mourners."  Why this walk? I want to raise awareness nationally about the scope and impact of childhood and teen loss. I am convinced that many of the issues with which we struggle have at their root some partially or wholly unreconciled loss or losses. Perhaps this walk will help us all to share more openly about our losses. Why Now? ~ Perhaps this question is best answered by another question . . . Why NOT now? If we waited for the "perfect time" to address an issue, we might wait an entire lifetime. Remember Yoda? Yes, that wise little munchkin said it best when he stated, "Do or Do Not! There is No Try!" I can "try" all I want to ~ think about, plan, mull it over, dream ~ and never move off center. NOW seems to be the best time to Do something of consequence. There are organizations around the world that dedicate their time, resources and energies to assist and support grieving children. What better time than NOW to help bring their all-important work to light? What better time than NOW to give voice to the stories of children, teens and families who struggle to make sense of the senseless? What better time . . . ? Why You? ~ I learned a long time ago that when a need stares me in the face and I say, "I sure wish someone would do something about that," the next thing that happens is that a tiny little voice responds by asking, "Well what's keeping you from doing something?" I often find myself fumbling with weak excuses as to why I can't only to ultimately surrender and begin the process of figuring out what I can do. You see, it's not right to volunteer someone else to address an issue if I'm not willing to do something myself. I'm only doing what any other able-bodied person can do! The story is not in this 57 year old bald cowboy from Texas walking to Tennessee in one month! No sir! The real stories will come from children, teens, families and communities as they have a chance to share their experiences along the way. That little voice did not ask, "Well what's keeping George from doing something about it?" The voice asked "Well what's keeping YOU from doing something?" Thanks Yoda . . . and thanks Voice . . . I can't wait to see what will happen!

Every Step Has a Story!

Corporate Sponsorships In previous communications I have shared that Lyons Entertainment and Black River Media/Films are on board to do the documentary film of this project! In addition, StatGuard Technologies will build and host a website for the walk and team with Sprint to provide 24/7 streaming HD TV quality video of the event. In the process of talking to folks about the project, State Farm Insurance has begun the process of considering underwriting the film and serving as primary sponsor for the walk itself! I am working on contacts with Nike, Coca Cola, Ozarka and others to provide products that will make the walk a bit easier. We are looking for sponsors in other areas as well! If you would like to know more about what we are looking for or have ideas, please feel free to shoot me an email! I'd love to hear from you!

UNT Alumni Publication

Good Mourning Recently, the University of North Texas contacted me to inquire about the second edition of Awaken to Good Mourning. In the process of visiting with them, the conversation focused on the Every Step Has a Story project and well . . . the rest is now history. I would like to invite you to read the wonderful article they wrote entitled, Good Mourning and share it with friends and family. I continue to be amazed at the interest in helping grieving children and teens!

As always, thanks so much for your continued interest and support! I love hearing from you! I am hopeful that you have found the information in this issue of the newsletter both useful and informative.

Take care until next time! Peace!

 

Sincerely,

 

Mark Hundley

Every Step Has a Story: A Wind Chime, A Cross & A Stone

Every Step Has a Story: A Wind Chime, A Cross & A Stone

Updates! Every Step Has a Story This past week, I had meeting with a couple of representatives from State Farm Insurance Company to discuss how they might be involved in the walk project! I was excited at the outcome and anticipate working with them in some fashion related to the documentary film planned for this event. There were other logistical details discussed as well. All in all, the meeting was more promising than I could have imagined! Please keep the positive thoughts going and the prayers offered! Thanks! REMEMBER! Every Step Has a Story is a 600+ mile walk from McKinney, TX to Nashville, TN during the month of April 2011! I am taking on this challenge to accomplish three things: To raise awareness nationally about the scope and impact of childhood and teen grief issues. To highlight organizations around the country that address those issues. To raise awareness of and funds for the Journey of Hope Grief Support Center in the North Texas region I am looking to connect with corporations to serve as sponsors for the walk itself. By investing some of their advertising funds, corporations can help make a statement and support this effort to highlight childhood and teen grief! Awaken to Good Mourning   Recently the University of North Texas graduate counseling program adopted Awaken to Good Mourning as an ancillary text for the graduate on campus practicum class. Specific training in grief, loss and grief counseling are not typically a part of any graduate counselor training program, so for UNT to step up to the plate in this manner is a huge step! I am excited about the possibilities of other universities following suit. More to Follow! Be looking for more updated information in the next monthly newsletter next week! You guys are the best! Thanks!

Greetings! Before I share this special story, I wanted to express my thanks to Kurt and Laura Davis for their kindness in allowing me to share a part of their family's story. All stories of personal or corporate loss touch my heart; however, on occasion I am exposed to a story that so deeply moves me, I find myself thinking about it on a daily basis. The Davis family story is one of those. I am hopeful that you will find a space in your life for the inspiration and hope shared by this incredible family. Thank you for continuing to read and share. Blessings! Mark Hundley A Wind Chime, A Cross & a Stone Hidden in the shade of a Bradford Pear tree in the median of a busy suburban street hangs a lovingly placed reminder of a life cut short by tragedy. Often when the breeze stirs the wind chime to life, unaware passersby focus their attention in the direction of the soothing musical tones, seeking the source. On most days however, the wind chime remains still serving as a silent memorial. The wind chime is actually just one of three memorials placed on or around the tree. The other two are an intricately crafted metal cross attached to the base and an engraved stone secured in the dirt at the bottom. I am keenly aware of their presence because I pass by that tree every day on my training walk. I was introduced to this powerfully loving memorial a few years ago by the creators, Kurt and Laura Davis. The memorial was established in honor and memory of the oldest of their three sons, Tyler. You see, Tyler's life is the one that was cut short by tragedy and this tangible trio of objects serves to remind us of his presence and influence on this earth. I will never forget the first time I heard the story of Tyler's death. As the Davis family shared personal and joint perspectives of the event that completely altered their lives forever, I found myself drawn to them in a way that I still have difficulty articulating. I feel as if I know Tyler on some level that remains inexplicable. You see, on a very normal day ~ one that held no particular significance ~ tragedy took hold of this family and community in ways that still reverberate through the lives of all who were or become aware of the event. It seems that on their way back from a visit to a local restaurant, the young driver of the automobile in which Tyler was a passenger lost control and the car wound up impacting the tree to which I referred earlier. The passenger side  absorbed the shock of of the collision and Tyler lost his life. Teenage boys out doing what teenage boys do ~ no one could have anticipated that particular turn of events. Like a bolt out of the blue, the Davis family found themselves dealing with the unthinkable, the unwanted, the unbelievable! To say that they were in shock is an understatement. Any effort to describe the currents of pain that pulled them under the surface of normalcy pales in comparison to the actual experiences. They were devastated! Not only they, but all of those who knew Tyler and the family! The community as a whole ~ the schools, the places of worship, the organizations to which they belonged ~ all felt the sting of death that fateful day. What would happen next? The challenges faced by this family were almost insurmountable! How do parents even BEGIN to embrace the death of a beloved child? What steps do siblings take to make sense of the senseless? How does a family survive such devastation? With a faith tempered by the knowledge that they must walk through the middle of a shrouded uncertainty ahead of them they began a journey no one wants to take. Although their journeys  were personal in nature, they did not walk alone. They found comfort and support from a loving and caring community that surrounded them. They looked deep within themselves and drew upon familiar personal resiliency that enabled them to progress through the process of mourning the death of their beloved son and brother. One of the things they did to openly express their grief was to create the memorial to which I have referred. Each year on the anniversary of Tyler's death, they go to that place to honor and remember. And from what I know, there is much to honor and remember. Tyler's life was a full one characterized by selfless service, positive support for others, passion for living, laughter that was infectious and love for family and friends that warmed the soul. The influence that was Tyler Davis continues to this day and will continue for eternity. Of this I have no doubt. From what I know of Tyler Davis, he lived the truth of which C.S. Lewis spoke when he wrote, "The Present is the Point at which Time Touches Eternity." Tyler Davis lived his present moments to such a full extent that he will never be forgotten ~ ever! The Davis family continues their individual and joint journeys of mourning. Every major life event in which they are involved carries a reminder that Tyler is not there to experience it with them ~ that they do not have the pleasure of his physical presence. And yet, the Davis family has found reconciliation and healing. I am inspired and encouraged every time I run into them or have a chance to visit. You would not believe ~ well, perhaps you would ~ how vital they are to the world around them. Their courage to speak about their experiences serves to encourage others to talk about their grief. Their compassion frees others to relax in the knowledge that they will find genuine comfort in their presence. Their willingness to be present in the presence of the devastating grief of other parents who lose children serves to shed light in an indescribable darkness thus bringing the hope of healing. I did not know Tyler, but I have the privilege of knowing his parents and brothers. For that I am deeply grateful. The person Tyler was is directly connected to the family of which he was a part. I feel as if a part of Tyler resides in me because the Davis family has taken some of the interest earned in their relationship with Tyler and invested it in my life. This morning as I walked past the loving memorial a gentle breeze blew beckoning me to pause. I did so and as I walked over to the tree, traced Tyler's name with my finger, touched the cross with my hand and ran my fingers through the musical cylinders of the chime I was reminded that "Every Step Has a Story" and I must tell as many as I can. Thank you Tyler and thank you to the Davis family. You are truly an inspiration!   I am hopeful that you will share this story as well as all the others that find expression through these writings. As we share our stories, we bring healing to all who hear. Until next time . . . Peace!   Sincerely,   Mark Hundley Awaken Associates

Breaking News and Another Story

Breaking News and Another Story!

Every Step Has a Story: The Cyclone Story I'll never forget moving back to the town of my birth ~ Memphis, TX ~ in the summer prior to my junior year in high school. It was not a move about which I was extremely excited to say the least. I had spent, what I considered to be at that point in my life, the best four years ever in Ft. Smith, AR! When I received the news of the move, I sought every conceivable way to alter the plans to take me away from my friends, my school and my activities. Regardless of the approach I took, none worked and I found myself in that small town in the Panhandle of Texas. It wasn't like I was moving in as a total stranger. I had spent considerable time there and had even attended school on a couple of occasions over the years ~ but this was different. I was moving during high school! I decided that I would work to make the best of it and found myself engaged in summer two-a-day football workouts almost as soon as my feet hit the ground. I recall, after the first practice, how excited I was to be part of such an extraordinary group of guys! They were perhaps one of the most talented collection of players I had seen in a long time! I suddenly felt a that maybe the move would have some positive outcomes after all. Well, the season began and in my mind I could see a perfect record shaping up . . . and we DID have a perfect record ~ 0 and 10! Yes! We lost every game we played! We were everyone's Homecoming game! It was humiliating and disappointing to say the least. I looked back at that season often and wondered what happened, then one day many years later, it hit me! Although I cannot say for sure how far reaching the impact on the team, the school or the town ~ I realized that the death of a senior football player in  a tragic car accident the month or so prior to the beginning of school had to have played a part in what transpired that year. In small towns, there is a closeness that often defies description. The entire town was devastated! As a teen, I was unable to emotionally or intellectually quantify what I sensed and experienced, but the impact was obvious! A  pall hovered over the community that perhaps continues even today. I know that I often reflect back on the potential effects that single event had on a community, a school and a team. I can only speculate, but through the years, I have witnessed similar effects on students, schools and communities when a tragedy of this sort interrupts the routine. The fall 1969 season for the Memphis Cyclone football team is in the record as a perfect season ~ 0 and 10 ~ but, from where I stand now, there should be an asterisk beside that stat.

Greetings Folks! In the interim between sending issues of the monthly newsletter, I am sharing stories gathered along my journey of life. Occasionally, I will share news that cannot wait for the next newsletter. This email is one of those ~ one in which I will share important news and a story pertinent to the Every Step Has a Story project. I awaken each day in anticipation of the new opportunities that will present themselves for consideration! A recent development fits this category. Thanks for your continued interest! Mark Oh By the Way . . . Back in March, you might remember that I had the chance to present a break out session for LAMP '10 in Las Vegas. The LAMP Conference is associated with the General Agents and Managers Association Intl ~ a life insurance and financial services association. My presentation addressed compassionate delivery of death benefits in the life insurance industry. At the end of that presentation, a gentleman with the State Farm Insurance Company approached and asked if I would be interested in visiting further about doing some work with either the company as a whole, agents of the company or both. I responded that I would welcome that chance and he indicated that he would be in contact. Last week the gentleman called and we began to visit about setting up a meeting time that was mutually convenient. During the course of our conversation, he confirmed his interest in me either working with the company to set up a death benefit delivery system/program and/or conduct training with company agents (both of which would include mass distribution of Awaken to Good Mourning as an integral part of the program). As you might guess, in an "oh by the way moment" segue, I was able to work the Every Step Has a Story project into the conversation and something almost magical took place. As I shared briefly about my walk to Nashville from McKinney in April 2011, I mentioned that I was seeking corporate sponsorships for the underwriting of the documentary fill as well as sponsors for the walk itself. He asked, "Do you have a life insurance company yet?" Well, I don't and told him so. He then stated, "We need to talk about that as well. I think there will be some real interest in our participation in the film part of your project." Well, I almost dropped my teeth! So there you have, it! From talking about a previously agreed upon topic to an "Oh by the way moment," yet another potential "miracle" awaits exploration! Please keep you fingers crossed, send up prayers and project positive thoughts our way on Wednesday August 25. We will meet at 7:30 a.m. and I can hardly wait! I am so enjoying sharing with you news and stories related to Every Step Has a Story on a weekly basis! I am hopeful that you will find the stories interesting as well as worthy of sharing with friends, co-workers and family members. I will certainly report the outcome of the meeting on the 25th! I cannot help but believe that I have stepped on the platform of a fast-moving train headed for a destination determined by a power much greater than I and that I am simply along for the ride! Please do not hesitate to pass on stories, ideas or contacts you think might be of interest or assistance in this project! I welcome your input and involvement! More than anything, I appreciate your support and encouragement! Without it, I'm not sure I could get up every morning before dawn and walk to train for this endeavor! Thank you ever so much!   Sincerely,   Mark Hundley Awaken Associates