Monthly Archives: December 2015

My favorite obituary

Week 14, MKMMA, 12-28-15

Most obituaries are pretty much standard information, name, dates, survivors, etc. and what a good life that person lived. I, as many, many people do, read the obituaries every morning, not to wish ill or bad on anyone or even judge them after their passing, but to pray comfort and peace on the families. Sometimes the human side shows though, sometimes the obituary does not match the person being described and we know that as well. But the obituary of Michael Blanchard is one of brutal honesty. I somehow think I would have liked this guy, oh sure, he made a lot of people uncomfortable but you knew where things stood. Like this guy or not, there was no grey area.
Blanchard, Michael “Flathead”
1944 ~ 2012
A Celebration of the life of Michael “Flathead” Blanchard will be held on April 14th, 3 pm 8160 Rosemary St, Commerce City. Weary of reading obituaries noting someone’s courageous battle with death, Mike wanted it known that he died as a result of being stubborn, refusing to follow doctors’ orders and raising hell for more than six decades. He enjoyed booze, guns, cars and younger women until the day he died.
Mike was born July 1944 in Colorado to Clyde and Ethel Blanchard. A community activist, he is noted for saving the Dr. Justina Ford house from demolition and defending those who could not defend themselves. He was a Republican delegate, life member of the NRA, founder and President of the Dead Cats MC. He loved music.
Mike was preceded in death by Clyde and Ethel Blanchard, survived by his beloved sons Mike and Chopper, former wife Jane Transue, brother Stephen Blanchard (Susan), Uncle Don and Aunt Cynthia Blanchard(his favorite); Uncle Dill and Aunt Dot, cousins and nephews, Baba Yaga can kiss his butt. So many of his childhood friends that weren’t killed in Vietnam went on to become criminals, prostitutes and/or Democrats. He asks that you stop by and re-tell the stories he can no longer tell. As the Celebration will contain Adult material we respectfully ask that no children under 18 attend.
Published in Denver Post on Apr. 12, 2012 – See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/denverpost/obituary.aspx?pid=156944598#sthash.1st07hEJ.dpuf

What this brings to me is: what will my obituary say and will it be a true reflection of my life? I know some will think this may be a rather dark or inappropriate subject but if it makes you uncomfortable, then why? That type of honesty does make some uncomfortable. Life has become a joy, I could not always say that, for years I was very uncomfortable but not anymore. I now look forward to each and every morning and greet it with love.

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A medically induced coma

Week 13, MKMMA, 12-28-15

Well, here we are half-way through this MKMMA thing and it is amazing to see the changes and do a self-inventory from the beginning of this thing. On May 20th I had to go to the emergency room at 3:00 am for shoulder pains that had been persistent for about a month. Before that I had 12 days off in over 13 months working 80-100 hours a week. They admitted me and I am in the hospital room still going on like mad about work. I had the most incredible nurse. She was a sweet little granny nurse who had seen my type way too many times. I was telling her I needed to be in Leonard, TX, Prescott, AR and I had jobs in 5 places. When were they going to do something? What were they going to do? When were we going to get results? When am I getting out of here? I do not have time for this s#%t! I have to go. On and on I went about the places I needed to be and the stuff I had to do. She ever so sweetly smiled at me, put her hand on my knee, and asked me how I felt about a medically-induced coma. Whammo! Instantly I was running on all flat tires. I knew what that meant, a happy little potion in a shot and they wake me up when they want to hear from me again, in case you haven’t figured out, I am a red. Well, I became a little more cooperative, amazing how that how happens when you figure out there are some things of which you are not in control. They did one stint because the main artery out of the right side of my heart was 100% blocked. The doc said I was running on borrowed time and it is by the grace of God I had not already had the sad songs and flowers. Well, everything happens for a reason. Shortly after that I blew up one of my work trucks and replaced it with something that will not carry tools, a big cruiser motorcycle. I have cut my work in about half, my stress has gone way down, and like I have posted in the blogs, the walls are coming down and the mean old me is going away. Priorities, life, and me are getting more in line and I am liking all of them way more than before. Sometimes we have to slow down a little to pull things back in line. Life sometimes gets like a big, tall waterslide at an amusement park, slip and slide until you hit bottom and hope you land safely. There is a reason our grandparents had rockers and a front porch swing and way fewer medically-induced comas.

47 negative comments while on a 10 minute hold

Week 12, MKMMA, 12-11-15

Do your actions support your words? No doubt we have all heard and seen that one in action. Last Thursday I had a question for a major, major insurance carrier with whom I had a policy. I went to their customer service website to get the number. I dialed and went through the usual prompts and then was placed on hold for the next customer service representative, as though that never happens to anyone but me. While I held I was browsing through their website and saw a section that said “comments”, well, that sounded like a good thing to read since I was waiting anyway. There were 47 negative comments, most were of an essay nature, saying how sorry, rotten, disrespectful, crooked, scandalous, and everything that company was, while I waited for 10 minutes. Two thoughts immediately came to mind. First, those poor customer service reps., wow, is that a recipe to hate your job. Someone is calling in with an issue, placed on hold for 10 minutes and reading all these negative comments, surely they can only be in a good mood when that rep. does answer, is that a set-up for a tail-chewing all day long or what. However, the lady was super sweet and a stellar example of customer service. She answered my questions and I was super nice to her as well and wished her a most awesome day. Second, if anyone was doubting if they had the wrong company, those comments just confirmed it. I guess you have to give it to the company for being honest and not trying to sugar-coat and hide the bad but to put it on your customer service website?????? What kind of advertisement is that? How often do we advertise one thing but show another? Someone asks how we are doing, we say fine with a scowl and arched eyebrows. Another person holds the door open and we do not even say thank you. We say we are happy and then put all kinds of crap on social media sites. You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.  This MKMMA thing is definitely getting rid of the nasty old person, and I was a poster child for that, to a person showing love, looking for the good in others, and being an ambassador of peace, love, unity, and faith. We may be well dressed, groomed hair, and a nice vehicle and look all pretty and connected on the outside, but our attitude, mood, facial expressions, comments, and outlook on life reveal a darker side, that cannot be so.

Mike Potts

A $10.00 bottle of water

Week 11, MKMMA, 12-7-15

There are always plenty of opportunities to help someone and I always look for those situations. It may be hold the door, load a heavy bag for a lady, help unload something out of a truck, pump gas for an elderly person, especially on a rainy day or whatever. But seldom does it happen to me. I mean, I am a big, strong, healthy, strapping guy and it is not too often that I need a helping hand. My wife and I own a concrete grinding company and there is nothing pretty about grinding concrete. It is just plain old manual labor. When you are involved with a 350 pound machine on concrete all day you sleep well at night, you do not go out on the town. This past Sunday I was working and noticed this young guy, about 9-10 years old, leaning on his bike and watching me for about 15-20 minutes. I finally hit a good stopping point, killed the machine and was pushing it his direction. He ran, not jogged, my direction with a mile-wide smile and a bottle of water. Still smiling from ear to ear he said he noticed how hard I was working and thought I could use some water. Most places I go the people are very nice and cordial but it is usually the adults, seldom ever does something like that happen from one of the younger tenants. I told him thank you and that I was doing ok but thank you for thinking of me so he smiled and ran back to his apartment with the water. I was technically finished and was headed for the truck to load up anyway but I thought, there is no way I can let this opportunity get by unattended. There was a place that was not on the list to grind and was not really that bad but it did it anyway as an opening to get back to that bottle of water. I folded a $10.00 bill so you could not tell what it was and headed for his apartment. He answered and I asked if that bottle of water was still available. He smiled really big and said, sure wait one second. He returned smiling a big as ever. He handed me the water and I handed him the folded bill. I told him thank you so very much for thinking of me, that was a very kind thing for him to do and that if would go through life thinking of others and helping them his life will be blessed in ways he cannot imagine. I told him what a fine young man he was and what a blessing it was to have some water. I walked back to the machine, drank the water, and headed to the truck. Yesterday Mark was talking on the webinar about paying it forward. I did not see that young man any more but he has been in my prayers that God will lead, bless, and direct he and his family and that paying it forward will inspire that fine young man to continue in that servant heart and spirit. That $10.00 bottle of water quenched way more than my thirst, it got down to my soul.

A legally blind tree trimmer

Week 10, MKMMA, 12-1-15

Last week my blog was about faith and a back-up plan, well, a good friend of mine has a landscaping company. He does all types of work including tree cutting, trimming, and removal. Well, his tree climber/trimmer/cutter is legally blind. Yes, I cannot make up something like that. Every time I see this guy in a tree I just laugh to no end. What irony! I mean what could possibly go wrong with sending a legally blind guy 70 feet in the air in a tree you cannot reach around with a chainsaw? Actually, very little. While it seems like a recipe for disaster and a story destined for the front page of the newspaper it is a very planned, methodical, and detailed operation carried out with almost surgical precision. I have seen them take out big trees over houses and never drop a limb on the roof because his are not the only eyes on the job. There are two other guys on the ground and the three of them work together like new money. He has incredible physical skills climbing and swinging through the tree like a monkey but his limited vision forces him to have a greater faith in his ropes, especially his knots, and the guys on the ground. You see, the knots he ties in the ropes are the only things keeping him in the tree, if a knot does not hold, down he comes and gravity is a confirmed law. The universal laws of truth as put forth in Haanel, MKMMA, the Bible, and all the other sources we are working with are the ropes through which we can swing through the trees and the exercises we do are the knots that secure us to the ropes; therefore, we must have faith in our knots. While at times we have limited vision that does not mean we are without sight and direction because we are not alone, thanks to our mastermind groups, guides, and all the other support we receive it is faith that helps carry us when we cannot always see the long distance down the road. Too often people speed through life bouncing between the yellow lines and taking curves on two wheels while their guardian angels get no rest, much less the driver. We need to slow down, have faith in our knots and ropes, smell the roses and enjoy the view and scenery around us with a definite purpose rather than flying wide open and blind.