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It hit me the other night, like a ton of bricks.

As I was returning from the trek to the top of the old Sears Tower (as of July 16, 2009, Willis Tower), I spotted a father carrying his young son.

I had an epiphany.

At 9PM, it’s quite common for children to be tired of walking. So carrying is par for the course.

My carrying days are over.

Chapin is now nine, over 70 pounds, and a third-grader.

Who carries anyone fitting that description?

I wish I did.

Parents, grandparents, and other relatives. Carry like there’s no tomorrow, because someday, there will be.

Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂

PS. Tomorrow, being the glorious Monday we know it will be, I’ll share an unfair advantage my son and I have over other families.

Praying is bad. That sounds so ridiculous to me.

How can praying be bad?

Oh, I get it, praying doesn’t work. Is that it?

A few months back, maybe longer, I was traveling with a very good friend. We talked about many things. Sports, travel, work, relationships, health, family and even “religion”.

There appeared to be some skepticism about the whole praying thing.

I suggested, “If a person doesn’t feel close to God, guess who moved”?

God does not forsake his people. Ever. Never ever.

This may seem difficult to understand, but I can’t understand why.

Maybe I’m missing something. Maybe he is. Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂

Our son, Chapin, has an incurable disease. Yesterday, this airport hallway sign caught my eye. Click on the photo to enlarge it to read:

If you could improve a life, would you?

Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂

Still starting every day on my knees.

Started April 1, 2009.

Hopefully, it’ll never get old.

Ever wonder what you’ll be like when you get old?

Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂