“We found ourselves in parachutes floating down over enemy territory.”
Captain Charlie Plumb had 74 successful missions in Vietnam. On what was meant to be his 75th & final: His plane was shot down.
What got him through captivity? "My purpose - getting home to my bride."
When he was freed 6 years later, she was engaged to another man. Charlie was never bitter. “How could I be? Planning our life got me through prison. 24/7 I thought I might die. [Now, I’m free].”
I first heard Charlie’s story as a boy and it laid the foundation for me to vulnerably share my story, too. In honor of #MemorialDay, let's celebrate Captain Plumb, an American Hero. Charlie will inspire you to never take your freedom, or your life, for granted:
"Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love." - Jodi Picoult
The concept of 'home' has been on my mind a lot recently. And a conversation with a gentleman earlier this week reminded me that 'home' has a lot less to do with the physical structure in which we reside, and much more to do with the people we do life with.
So whether you're in St. Louis, New York, or the mountains of Colorado; in a mansion, a high-rise apartment, or a ranch house; remember this: Home is ultimately where YOU are, where the things that matter to you are, where your family is, and where your purpose is discovered.
Friends, I hope that you all find your home today.
"A house full of screaming kids, fighting teenagers and a parent who's being thrown every question and request is a healthy one to me. It's the silent children, scared toddlers, teenagers that don't come home and parents who aren't in communication with their children that I worry about. And kids don't drive you crazy, you were crazy already. That's why you had them."
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"A couple of weeks ago a child therapist that I know looked at my kids and said,
'You're such a good mum.'
Feeling like a total fraud I blurted, 'I don't feel like a good mum. The kids are driving me so crazy, I'm losing my temper and falling asleep at night wondering where I'm going to get the patience for another day.'
To which she responded with a statement that I haven't been able to forget,
'Babies cry, it's how they communicate. Toddlers scream, children whinge and teenagers complain.'
She continued, 'Then mums say the words for *** sake under their breath before responding. It's how we communicate. But guess what Con? It's better then silence. A house full of screaming kids and fighting teenagers and a parent who's being thrown every question and request is a healthy one to me. It's the silent children, the scared toddlers, the teenagers that don't come home and the parents who aren't in communication with their children that I worry about. And kids don't drive you crazy, you were crazy already. That's why you had them.'
And just like that, I felt like a good parent again.
Deep breaths, you're doing a good job."
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"Kid, this means a lot to me. Hope it means a lot to you, too. This is the baseball I received when I went into the Hall of Fame. It's made of crystal, it's priceless. Don't drop it!!! Enjoy. It's yours, Kid." Jack Buck, 1999
Had an opportunity to be interviewed earlier this week by MLB Network. They're producing a video to run nationally on Father's Day celebrating the unlikely relationship between National baseball broadcaster Jack Buck and a little nine-year-old burn victim named John Oleary.
Last week they interviewed my mom, dad, brother Jim, Bob Costas and several others for the story.
For me, the highlight was sitting in the booth where Jack Buck broadcast baseball for more than four decades with his son, Joe.
Overlooking the field, on a gorgeous sunny day, we talked about sports, careers, but mostly his dad. It was an emotional afternoon.
Near the end of our time together, I surprised Joe by showing him the crystal baseball his father gave away to me upon graduating college.
The little boy with no chance to survive the fire at age nine still had no clue what to do in life at age 22. Still, Jack came in one final time and gifted the most valuable trophy he'd received.
When he visited me in the hospital, he encouraged me to fight for my life.
When he gifted the baseball 12 years later, he revealed to me that the ultimate goal in life is not to see what we can get, but to see how much we can give.
It's a lesson I'm still trying to learn, but one I think we all might benefit from hearing loud and clear today.
"This means a lot to me, hope it means a lot to each of you, too!"