Welcome to Big Dogs Little Man, my journey as a new father. The intent of this blog is to share and express what is happening in my family/life. I am honored you would take the time to read this, I hope it is worth your while.
Monday, April 30, 2012
The Good
I want to begin by apologizing for not having the
video on this. Despite my best efforts I
have not found a version of this online.
None the less, this speech, this one speech for
me is a powerful reminder of what it means to be a father. I remember the first time I watched it. I was at a meeting for work years ago; it was
the first time tears filled my eyes at work.
I try to come back to it from time to time and it
always has something to teach me, maybe you will find something in it that you
like.
Michael
Munoz – NFL Hall of Fame Introduction speech for his father, Anthony Munoz.
Thank you. I know that you expect me to
introduce to you another great football player. And in a way I am.
I’m not going to focus on the fact that he was the number one draft pick of the
Cincinnati Bengals in 1980. Despite the fact that he suffered three knee
injuries out of four years including his senior season at USC. I’m not
going to focus on him being the first player ever selected to eleven consecutive
Pro Bowls. Or his unanimous selection to the team of decade. Or even the NFL
75th Anniversary team.
Instead, I’m going to use this time to say thanks
to my dad for what he has meant in my life. Dad, thank you for always being there. By coming home when you could
have gone out with the guys. Or by not taking jobs so you could watch
me and Michelle play basketball and football. Thank you for taking us with you whenever and wherever you could.
I never remember watching you play but I always remember being there. I
remember going to Spinney Field, I remember going to Pro Bowls, trying to catch
Reggie Roby’s mile-high punts. Getting Bruce Smith’s shoe autographed and
getting Howie Long’s practice jersey. I thank you for keeping us in your
heart when you’re away on the road. By bringing us gifts or calling us on
the phone to let us know that you love us. Thanks for always being there.
And thank you for always being consistent, in
your work ethic. I remember Michelle and I would go to Sycamore High
School. And you’d be running and you would run and run and run. And me
and Michelle would say ‘are you done yet?’ And he would start his
sprints. And thank you for being consistent in your walk with the
lord. You’ve always been consistent in leading our daily prayers.
No matter what happens, good or bad, easy or hard, I’ve seen you trust God and
be consistent in what you say and what you do. Thank you for always being there, always being consistent but most
of all thank you for always being a real person. You’ve been my model.
I’ve learned to say ‘I’m sorry, I was wrong’ from you being big enough to admit
your mistakes. You have modeled humility. I have learned to respect women
because of the how you have loved and respected Mom.
You’ve also been my mentor. You’ve taught
me technique, strategy, moves and drills. You’ve taught me how to let my actions speak louder than my
words. And to make people more important than things. And
finally you’ve shown me how to be a man. Recently, in Ontario, California
where you grew up, his former classmates and friends all had the same basic
thing to say about him. Everybody knew who the big man on campus
was. Except for one person and that was him. Humility has always
been a hallmark for your life. You
have showed me strength under control and how to be tough while still being
tender. You are a real man.
Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to introduce to
you a great football player, a great friend, a great father and a great
husband. He is a man who stands tall among men because he is a man who
walks with God. He is a man of God. I introduce to you, my father Anthony
Muñoz.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
He Will Be Levon ~ Rest In Peace
April 19th, 2012 marked the end of an era. Years ago as my taste in music took a sharp turn towards folk I couldn't help but marvel at Levon Helm and his work with The Band. He will be missed but his music will live on..
Thank you Levon for so many important gifts to the soundtrack of my life.
Thank you Levon for so many important gifts to the soundtrack of my life.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
We have to look out for each other..
It's like when I watched Simon Wiesenthal's I Have Never Forgotten You.
I am called to do more.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Little Reminders
Life is full of little reminders, calling us to be present, be aware....
And do something with that awareness.
This morning this quote resonates deeply with me:
And do something with that awareness.
This morning this quote resonates deeply with me:
You cannot raise a man up
by calling him down.
~ William Boetcker
by calling him down.
~ William Boetcker
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Luke's Last Call
Luke’s been calling like this his whole life,
this time the answer was no different than in the past.
the only difference was this time,
this call,
this reaching,
This desperate call, to cling to someone, something.
this would be his last,
the last time Luke called his dad.
Wake him up, I need to talk to him.
Wake up my dad, I need him.
He wont’ wake up Luke,
We can’t get him to wake up.
Wake up my dad, I need to talk to him.
Wake him up!
Luke, he won’t wake up…..
Get him up, I need to talk to him…..
They are taking me to juvie.
Luke, he won’t wake up.
We can’t get him up.
When Luke’s need for someone was never greater,
he picked up the phone,
called his dad……
He wouldn’t wake up.
He died five minutes later......
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Anonymously
Anonymously he helped give me life,
Anonymously he’s left it.
11:50 – April 5th, 2012; marks the hour and
minute,
I knew the first thing with certainty about my father.
At 66 he’s now gone.
I am thankful he helped bring me into this beautiful place,
now he’s left my life without leaving a trace.
Except maybe my eye color or the color of my hair,
when I look in the mirror
I don’t know what touches of him
I might see in me,
in there…..
Does this mark the end of the wondering?
To be honest I’m not sure,
My scars are still healing,
the feelings still pure.
I’ll carry this with me for all of my life.
Its weight won’t get me down.
Lifted on the wings,
of my children and wife..
Monday, April 2, 2012
Transition
Today marks a new path for our little girl,
With each new step up,
she enters a new world.
Shy and quiet as she takes her new steps.
This won’t last long as she learns
what comes next.
The trouble is to find a way,
finding a way to trust the world,
with our precious little girl.
It all changes so quickly and fast,
yesterday’s routine soon a thing
of the past.
No quiere espanol, y por que no?
Tomorrow we’ll wonder,
where did our little girl go?
Life’s transitions
teaching us that we all must grow.
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