Be Present.
When I was growing up, my house was always full of love, laughter and light. Around our dining room table, my friends, my parents and I solved all the world's problems one chip, one bite of queso and one bite of Blue Bell ice cream at a time. In the wee hours of the morning, my friends and I handled even more serious problems huddled in sleeping bags, eating way too many M & M's or throwing astronomical amounts of toilet paper in all of the neighbor's trees. On a bus loaded with giddy drill team girls, we solved the problems of everybody else. By the time we arrived in Odessa, all we had to do was high kick down the field. It was a no worry zone. Well, it was until we remembered we were in the stadium which would one day become the subject of a prominent book, Friday Night Lights . Under those lights, we still felt unstoppable. In those days, we did not address important personal matters in an email exchange that stretched from California to Texas. We could...
