What a trip this was for me. I went to places I had never discussed before and it was cool and weird at the same time. I had put this out to generate poten...

As I write this, yesterday was October 2nd. On this date 41 years ago, I made my dive into the rocks at Millerton Lake and obliterated the course of my very ...

Trying to win every day made sense. Hey, as a young athlete, I was all about the game. I would do anything to put myself in position to win, regardless of t...

I met Jack Bohan as a skinny freshman center who showed up late to my first weight training session with the high school. 4 or 5 of us got about ten yards f...

When I was young, I remember seeing a dude in a wheelchair at a concert and thinking he was screwed. I certainly was no student of Spinal Cord Injury, my kn...

Being lost at life is a trip. The realization the wheels have come flying off and you have no idea or, scarier yet, desire to fix it leaves you buck-naked l...

In the first six weeks of my adventure, I learned a fascinating truth. The world is resilient and it just keeps turning. My life was shaken to its core, bu...

There was no magic about November 5th, 1977. I didn't pass any test, no recovery milestone occurred, and I wasn't feeling better. Regardless of my situatio...

I went head first into a boulder at 45 m.p.h. at Millerton Lake in Fresno County, California. It didn't kill me, but it sure as hell didn't make me stronger....

For the past 2 summers, I've been able to participate in a couple of camps put on by our friends at Jostens. In 2017, I attended a conference where teachers ...

It was forty years ago, but could have been yesterday. I can still smell the sterile rooms throughout the hospital and hear the beeps of the monitors, the gr...

For 12 years, I've done the closing keynote for ACSA's Summer Institute for New and Aspiring Principals. It's my favorite job of the year and a refreshing w...