So long and thanks for all the fish

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Life, Liberty and Litter

I'm no Constitutional expert. I haven't study law or all its ins and outs but apparently, somewhere buried in the Constitution, unknown to some of us, is the right to Litter. I bring this up on July 5th because of the massive amounts of firework debris scattered not just around my neighborhood, but my office parking lot and the neighborhood surrounding it, the lot by the grocery store, the picnic area by the pond near my house, the riverside park in St. Charles and pretty much anywhere there were people last night.

Fine, you want to have the right to celebrate the independence of your country by blowing things up. Great! But do you have to destroy the environment in the process.

What really amazes me is how most of society just accepts it. I mean, it's one thing to leave your half eaten box of popcorn under your seat at the movie theater, or your stale flat bear in the cup holder at the ballgame (or toss it out the window of your car, which I also saw yesterday) or even toss your cigarette butt out of the car window (out of site out of mind). Somehow these practices are almost acceptable. But to simply launch your legal explosives into your neighbors' yards or the alley or parking lot and leave all the debris behind is unfathomable to me.

Could you imagine if say on Valentines Day we all left candy wrappers on peoples front yards, or after Thanksgiving dinner we just discarded the turkey carcass and trimmings on the street or on Halloween we smashed pumpkins and left a trail of destruction in our subdivisions (oh wait.) Anyhow, most people would be outraged.

But not on the 4th of July. This one day of the year, the day we celebrate and remember how our founding fathers separated themselves from an oppressive king, how generations of men and women gave their lives to protect our freedom, how we continue to defend freedom around the globe (where it suits are needs), all so we can blow stuff up and not clean up afterwards.

Yes, I'm ranting. Yes, this is an angry Blog and I said that I would try to avoid these. But you didn't have to push the pile of spent bottle rockets away from your car door this morning just to get to work (or if you did you know why I'm ranting!)

I guess I just don't get how we can live in a country that on the day we celebrate it's independence and freedom, can also show off our worst underside of uncaring and total disregard for lawful behavior, leaving in its wake, spent fireworks, trash and other debris.

It's okay though, some illegal immigrants will clean it all up.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Worst Blogger Ever...

Okay, I admit it, I'm not very good at actually posting my blogs. Funny thing is I do type stuff in, then just let it sit in draft mode. Probably because I often write when I'm angry and afterwards feel that I can't really post what I've written.

I'm not angry today, I'm actually in a really good mood. My job is going well (at least for me, more on that later), I just had an awesome week in Minneapolis with my wife visiting friends and checking out the 'ole hood. The friends were great, the hood is a mess. Going there was a mixed blessing. It was really fun and relaxing and great to see our friends, but it also made us both want to move back there. It's not that it felt like "home", it's just familiar. We aren't moving back, at least not any time soon, and that kinda of makes me sad.

I'm getting involved in a project called the Campaign for College Hill. College Hill is a neighborhood in St. Louis most known for its two old standpipe Water Towers and the Bissell Mansion. A large portion of the rest of the neighborhood has fallen into disrepair and is pretty run down. It's also were my office is! The campaign is a grass roots movement to bring change and progress to the neighborhood, without running out the people who live here.

In other areas of my life, my two fantasy baseball teams stink, my garden is growing like crazy, my dogs are both doing well, and the cat is still evil. Patsy is doing well and so is the business.

We didn't go to Paris for our anniversary, but we did have a great day. I'll spare you all the details!

That's it for now. I'll post next week about all the fun and exciting things happening at my job!

Monday, April 02, 2007

April New Year's Reolution Update

Today is April 2, the first Monday of the fourth month of the new year, so I figured I'd give an update of my 10 New Year's Resolutions!

1) Write resolutions, well I did this and they still are posted on the wall of my office so 1 for 1

2) Learn and do Tai Chi. Not so much. The DVD is still sitting somewhere on top of my desk. 1 for 2.

3) Love my wife more. Being objective I would have to say that I am doing well on this one. I am trying to listen to her more and just be there when she needs me. 2 for 3

4) Read through the Bible. Well, I am reading the Bible, but honestly at the pace I'm going it will take me nearly three years to read through the entire book. Time to pick up the pace. 2 for 4

5) Meet with a mentor twice a month. I've actually done this! When I sat down to type this up I had forgotten that it was even on the list, but I have been meeting pretty regularly with a mentor and he has been great at helping me discern some things in my life. 3 for 5

6) Read at least 24 new books. If I were on pace that would mean that I would have read 6 new books by now, well I've read two. But I still have 9 months and have decided on several books I would like to tackle. 3 for 6

7) Clean my office and car. OK with out going into details, this is a no. 3 for 7

8) Make one new friend. I almost feel bad, but the answer here is no as well. I have tried reaching out to a few people, but it seems so hard to break into other peoples lives and really form a deep meaningful friendship. However, I have tried so I'm giving my self 1/2 a point. 3.5 for 8

9) Blog once a week. Well no I haven't been blogging, so it's a no. 3.5 for 9

10) Go to Paris, France. The trip we had been working towards in January didn't pan out, and currently Patsy is trying to earn a trip for us to Hawaii. If that works out and with plans to go to Florida and Texas for Tupperware, plus a possible trips to New York and North Carolina, Paris is looking less and less likely, but the year is not over. 3.5 for 10

So I guess I'm batting .350. Not bad if this were baseball, but this is my life. This doesn't really make me feel any better about myself. I knew that would happen, but I decided to blog about this anyway (since it was one of my resolutions) .

The really odd thing is I feel like I have accomplished things these first 3 months of 2007, they just weren't on the list. So that gets me wondering, are these things really my priorities, or do I just get really distracted by the world around me? I'll have to save that for a later blog topic.

To quote one of Patsy's favorite movies "Tomorrow is another day." So I get to start all over again. 9 months left in the year and another update in July.

Talk to you on Monday!

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Monday, January 29, 2007

The Death of a Champion


In case you haven't heard, Barbaro, the winner of the 2006 Kentucky Derby was put down this morning after a nearly nine month struggle for survival.

Barbaro broke has right rear ankle just yards from the gate of the Preakness Stakes last May and an injury that would have ended most horses lives that day put him on a great journey of struggle and survival.

That journey ended this morning when after complications with his ankle it was determined that it was best to end Barbaro's suffering.

I can only image the loss the owners, trainers and vets who have loved and cared for Barbaro over this past 9 months feel. I have pets and have had to make the difficult decision to end their lives here, to put an end to their suffering and pain, in a hope that they will rest easy.

Growing up in New York, my family had two cats, Tiger and Whiskers. They were both outside cats and often got themselves in trouble. When Whiskers was about 5 years old, one cold winter morning, she was hiding under a recently driven car. The engine was warm and it was away from the wind.

My dad had returned home because he forget something and was quickly back into the car and started it when he heard the thud. Backing the car up he saw the cat lying in the middle of the driveway, not dead, but seriously injured. She had been sitting on a ledge by the radiator of the car and when the engine started she jumped down hitting the engine fan on her way down.
My dad immediately grabbed her wrapped her in a blanket and was off the the vet. She had to have her right ear removed and part of her tail had been cut off by the fan. And so we had a one eared cat with half a tail. A few years later, Whiskers came to the back door with a month full of blood. We don't now exactly what happened to her, but our best guess is she was hit by a motorcycle. Off to the vet again. This time she had to have her jaw wired shut. We had to hand feed her for a month. But she survived.

She would often come home cut, scraped, and who knows what else, but it seemed she always found a way to survive. Her brother, Tiger, and yes they were litter mates, was just as rough. He seemed to enjoy picking fights with the raccoons and other neighborhood cats, he usually won.

It seemed the only thing he couldn't beat was a car, or so we thought. One morning my neighbor ran our doorbell (by this time I was at college). He had found Tiger lying the the middle of our front lawn. He was not moving his back legs and looked to be in pretty bad shape. So again my dad grab a blanket and rushed off the the vet. By a strange set of circumstances I was planning on being home from college that weekend, and when I received the call from my mom that Tiger (who had always been my cat) was severely injured and might not live through the night, I immediately left for the 7 hour drive home. I met my dad at the vet's office and their was Tiger, bright eyed and purring like there was no tomorrow (which might have been truer then he ever knew). The vet explained to me and my dad his chances and what was wrong with him. The car (or whatever hit him) shattered his right knee and dislocated and broke his left hip. At the time of the accident Tiger was 12 years old. We were faced with the decision to put him down or try to literally rebuild him. The vet suggested we wait until morning.

The next morning we called the vet. We decided that in his best interest,we would put him down, but to our surprise the vet was quite optimistic about Tiger. He told us that during the night Tiger had managed to role himself over, something he should not have been able to do given his condition. His appetite was also good, as was his spirit. He purred loudly whenever anyone would enter the room. With this new knowledge we decided to go ahead and have the surgery to rebuild his hind quarters.

After a long surgery and months of rehab, Tiger lived a fairly normal life. He was able to jump, run (although at 13 years old and an indoor cat now running was way to much exertion!) and harass his sister Whiskers! The outdoors became a safe haven for Whiskers and she spent much of her time their. Tiger enjoyed his life of luxury inside.
Then one raining day in January, I had finished college and was living at home for a year, I saw Whiskers lying on the back porch in the rain. It seemed odd, because she really didn't like to get wet. I went outside with a towel and realized that she had passed on. After all the crazy things that this cat had been through, she just died quietly on the back porch. We buried her in the backyard.

Tiger on the other hand, wasn't done yet. He went on to live with my brother in North Carolina for another 6 years. He became the patriarch of their multi-cat family. Then one day he to quietly passed on.

By this time I had moved to Wisconsin. There I was adopted by a cat named Jig. Jig was an unusual cat and had a strange story. She was "cat-napped" on a mission trip in the Upper peninsula of Michigan and was living with a friend of mine in Wisconsin. When I first moved to Wisconsin I stayed at my friends house until I got an apartment. Jig immediately took a liking to me. She always slept in the guest bed with me. During the night she would steal my glasses and hide them. It was really pretty funny watching this cat run around the house with my glasses in her mouth. When I would come home from work, Jig would be waiting for me at the door. When I finally got my own apartment my friend offer me Jig. How could I refuse!

Jig was not what I would call a social creature. In fact even though she never left the house and was strictly an indoor cat, there would be days when I would not see her. The only evidence that she did not get locked out of the house would be her emptied food bowl. She would hide under the bed when I had guests over, but at night when I would watch TV or be reading, she would sit in my lap, just purring away.
Jig enjoyed playing with golf tees and playing cards. She would caring them around the house, toss them in the air, and chase after them. One time after Patsy and I had moved to Minneapolis, a bird had gotten into our house (probably down the chimney). The bird would fly from one room to the next with two cats a two dogs close behind. It was Jig who finally figured out that if she sat in the middle of the living room the bird would fly by and she could grab it. And sure enough, she jumped nearly five feet stright up from a dead stop and plucked that bird right out of the air. Oddly enough she didn't kill it. Instead she carried it to the basement until Patsy came and took it from her.

My wife still jokes me that I loved that cat more then I love her. I try a assure her that is absurd. Two years ago I had to put Jig down. She had a tumor in her chest. It went undetected because of were it was. In fact we only discovered it when the cancer started to effect other parts of here body. So on all Saints Day, I drove her to our vet and put her out of her suffering. I held her in my arms as life left her body. It was an odd feeling. She was nervous to be at the vet's office (it was never a good experience for her), she sat in my lap like she always did and as I watch her last breath I cried.

It's strange the way we can bond with animals and how they can bond with us.

Jig the Cat and I spent 11 wonderful years together. I love my other pets as well and know that when time comes for us to part it will be just as difficult for me.

I know it must have been difficult for the owners of a Champion like Barbaro.
Good bye Barbaro. May you always find green pastures and run like the wind!

Friday, January 26, 2007

Keeping it simple

So, it's January 26, and this is my first blog of the year, so much for blogging every Monday. But I think I've found my problem. I sit down to blog and feel like I need to say something deep and profound when I realized two things are true, first there are very few if anybody reading this and something I learned in High School, KISS, Keep it simple stupid.

Okay, simple, how about a little bit about me. everyone loves to talk about themselves and I'm no different. Here are some Matt facts that you probably didn't know and may not want to!

Name: Matthew David Cesare

Born: February 11, 1971 around 9 in the morning.

Parents: Julius and Carolyn (yea that means I'm the son of Julius Cesare)

Siblings and such: 2 brothers both older. Mark married to Jennifer, two kids Steven (step son) and Christiana. Micheal married to Marina (I like that he kept the "M" theme going) one daughter from previous marriage, Nicolette.

As for me I'm married to a beautiful women, her name is Patricia (Patsy) and I have two dogs and the most evil cat in the world. (Alright she's not completely evil, just mostly evil.)

I have lived in 5 different states full time and 1 part time.

The farthest I've been from home is Ventimiglia, Italy.

The furthest North - Edinburgh, Scotland
West - Portola, CA
South - Puerto Rico

I have not crossed the equator, although I hope to.

I prefer Coke products over Pepsi, and will decline a Pepsi product if offered.

I enjoy reading, computers, and most recently woodworking. (Wow that sounds geeky.)

I often type my thoughts in parenthetical clauses (and it really annoys some people, especially my college English prof.)

I believe that I am a compassionate conservative. Not to get too political but I believe all people have an equal right to live and work and survive, but it is not the government's responsibility to give hand outs, that's our job as Christians. (if you're a Christian, if not, we should talk...)

I think the wealthiest people in America are paid too much, and the poorest not enough.

I live in the suburbs and hate it, I'd rather live either in the country or the city.

Well, that's it for today. Simple.

Peace.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

New Year's Resolutions

So another year is here. Big deal, right? Well maybe it should be. One of the great things about being human is are ability to "start-over". Not actually start life over, but we can begin tasks again, and a great time to do that is the New Year. It seems to give us a clean slate, a fresh calendar to check off the days (whether we succeed or fail) and so is born the New Year's Resolutions. Things we hope to change about our lives in the upcoming year.

Goal setting is such an important part of life, whether those goals be big or small. I believe that we must have something to shoot for, otherwise we're shooting at nothing and my experience is that when we shoot at nothing someone usually gets hurt. So set some goals and go for it. Goal setting is entirely another blog, so I won't get into all the details here, but for now just get some ideas down, things maybe you want to change, or add, or subtract from your life. I always like to think big, but somethings can be small.

Now I have to admit that for the past several years I have not made any resolutions, mostly because I felt it was a little bit pointless. What made the New Year so special, I can set goals anytime of year (and often did). But New Years does give us that feeling of a clean slate, so in 2007 my first resolution is to make some resolutions! I've actually decided to set for myself 10 resolutions.

Some of these are big and some are small, some will take place and be over, others will hopefully continue on into future years. Some are very specific and some are just thoughts that I'll have to hammer out details to later. They are in no particular order, time wise or other wise, they are pretty much just as I thought of them. Some have an explanations, some don't. So here they are (I'm sure you can hardly wait) my 2007 New Year's Resolutions!

1. (as previously stated) Write resolutions!

2. Learn and do Tai Chi at least 4 times a week. Christmas of 2005 a friend of mine gave me a Tai Chi DVD and all year I said I was going to start doing it. Well it's 2007 and I haven't started yet. That changes today.

3. Love my wife more. Not that I don't love her a lot now, but I want to find even more ways to express my love to her. This year we will celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

4. Read through the bible.

5. Meet with a mentor twice a month. This is also one of those things I have wanted to do for awhile, so this year I'm committing to it.

6. Read at least 24 new books (or at least new to me)

7. Clean my car and office more often. To say "more often" isn't really fair, that implies that I clean my car and office now. I suppose I should just say "clean my car and office!" And try to keep them clean. (HA!)

8. Make one new friend.

9. Blog once a week. Every Monday morning look here for a new Blog and even if you don't look, I'll be blogging away.

10. Go to Paris, France. As I mentioned earlier, it's my wife and I's 10 year Anniversary and pretty much since we've been married we have wanted to go to Paris. We have had two opportunities through business, and both fallen through. So this year we're going (I hope!)

So there you have it. 10 things that I resolve to accomplish in 2007. Hey one down, 9 to go!

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Monday, June 05, 2006

Mt. Everest Theology

I have a confession to make. One that my wife isn't very happy about. No don't worry it's really nothing. You see I have this strange fascination with Mt. Everest, well really more with the people who chose to climb it. From the early attempts by Mallory and Irvine and the now famous line of "because it's there" (both of those men lost their lives attempting to reach the summit), to Sir Edmond Hillary and Tenzing Norgay, the first to men to reach the summit, and live to tell about it, to the now nearly 2000 others who have tried.I have been reading a lot about the mountain lately, and find that there are many life lessons to learn from climbing, especially high altitude climbing.

But first here are a few facts about Mt. Everest. Mt. Everest or Sagarmathaas as it’s called in Nepal and Chomolungma it’s Tibetan name, is located on the Nepal/China border in the Himalayan Mountains. The Himalayans btw have 14 of the tallest mountains in the world. That’s the 14 tallest mountains in the world.Everest's Summit is 8848 meters above sea level (29.029 ft or 5 1/2 miles)First summit May 29, 1953 11:30 am Sir Edmond Hillary and Tenzing Norgay.As of 2004: 2249 people have summited Everest. 190 have died. Most of their bodies remain on the mountain.Today it costs a little over $25,000 ($10,000 just to get the permit) per person to participate in an expedition. A climb to the top takes anywhere from 4 to 6 weeks, depending on weather and acclimation.


Base camp (Campamento Base) is located at 17,500 feet. This is where climbers begin their true trip up the mountain. This is also where support staff often remain to monitor the expeditions and provide medical assistance when necessary. Many organizations offer hiking trips which just go to base camp as the trip is not technically challenging (though you must be very fit).

From base camp, climbers typically train and acclimate (permitting the body to adjust to the decreased oxygen in the air) by traveling and bringing supplies back and forth through the often treacherous Khumbu Icefall. This training and recuperation continues throughout the climb, with the final summit push often being the only time to climbers do not go back and forth between camps to train, bring supplies, and recuperate for the next push.

A little side note. From Base Camp, you can almost see the entire route. So guides can actually watch climbers climb Mt. Everest. The only spot they loss sight is just before the Summit.

The Icefall is in constant motion. It contains enormous ice seracs, often larger than houses, which dangle precariously over the climbers heads, threatening to fall at any moment without warning, as the climbers cross endless crevasses and listen to continuous ice creaking below. This often acts as a testing ground to judge if less experienced climbers will be capable of continuing. The Icefall is located between 17,500 and 19,500 feet.

Camp I - 5900 metersAfter the Icefall, the climbers arrive at Camp I, which is located at 19,500 feet. Depending on the type of expedition, Camp I will either be stocked by the climbers as they ascend and descend the Icefall, or by Sherpas in advance.

The area between Camp I and Camp II is known as the Western Cwm. As the climbers reach Camp II at 21,000 feet, they may be temporarily out of sight of their support at Base camp. Nonetheless, modern communication devises permit the parties to stay in contact.

Camp II - 6500 meters
As the climbers leave Camp II, they travel towards the Lhotse face (Lhotse is a 27,920 foot mountain bordering Everest). The Lhotse face is a steep, shiny icy wall. Though not technically extremely difficult, one misstep or slip could mean a climber's life. Indeed, many climbers have lost their lives through such mishaps.

Camp III - 23,700 feet (7200 meters)
To reach Camp III, climbers must negotiate the Lhotse Face. Climbing a sheer wall of ice demands skill, strength and stamina. It is so steep and treacherous that many Sherpas move directly from Camp II to Camp IV on the South Col, refusing to stay on the Lhotse Face.

Camp IV - 26,300 feet (8000 meters)
As you’re leaving C4…it’s a little bit of a down slope, with the uphill side to the left. There are typically snow on the ledges to walk down on, interspersed with rock, along with some fixed rope. The problem with the rope is that the anchors are bad, and there’s not much holding the rope and a fall could be serious. Fortunately it’s not too steep, but there is a ton of exposure and people are usually tired when walking down from camp. The rock is a little down sloping to the right as well, and with crampons on, it can be bit tricky with any kind of wind. There’s a little short slope on reliable snow which leads to the top of the Geneva Spur, and the wind pressure gradient across the spur can increase there as you’re getting set up for the rappel. Wearing an oxygen mask here can create some footing issues during the rappel, because it’s impossible to see over the mask and down to the feet. For that reason, some people choose to leave Camp 4 without gas, as it’s easier to keep moving down the Spur when it’s important to see all the small rock steps and where the old feet are going. Navigating down through all of the spaghetti of fixed ropes is a bit of a challenge, especially with mush for brains at that point. One lands on some lower ledges which aren’t so steep, where fixed ropes through here are solid. At this point, it’s just a matter of staying upright, and usually, the wind has died significantly after dropping off the Spur. The route turns hard to the left onto the snowfield that leads to the top of the Yellow Bands.

Camp IV, which is at 26,300 on the Lhotse face, is typically the climbers' first overnight stay in the Death Zone. The Death Zone is above 26,000 feet. Though there is nothing magical about that altitude, it is at this altitude that most human bodies lose all ability to acclimate. Accordingly, the body slowly begins to deteriorate and die - thus, the name "Death Zone." The longer a climber stays at this altitude, the more likely illness (HACE - high altitude cerebral edema - or HAPE - high altitude pulmonary edema) or death will occur. Most climbers will use oxygen to climb and sleep at this altitude and above. Generally, Sherpas refuse to sleep on the Lhotse face and will travel to either Camp II or Camp IV.

Camp IV is located at 26,300 feet. This is the final major camp for the summit push. It is at this point that the climbers make their final preparations. It is also a haven for worn-out climbers on their exhausting descent from summit attempts (both successful and not). Sherpas or other climbers will often wait here with supplies and hot tea for returning climbers.

From Camp IV, climbers will push through the Balcony, at 27,500 feet, to the Hillary Step at 28,800 feet. The Hillary Step, an over 70 foot rock step, is named after Sir. Edmond Hillary, who in 1953, along with Tenzing Norgay, became the first people to summit Everest. The Hillary Step, which is climbed with fixed ropes, often becomes a bottleneck as only one climber can climb at a time. Though the Hillary Step would not be difficult at sea level for experienced climbers, at Everest's altitude, it is considered the most technically challenging aspect of the climb.

Summit - 29,028 feet (8848 meters)
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Once the climbers ascend the Hillary Step, they slowly and laboriously proceed to the summit at 29,028 feet. The summit sits at the top of the world. Though not the closest place to the sun due to the earth's curve, it is the highest peak on earth. Due to the decreased air pressure, the summit contains less than one third the oxygen as at sea level. If dropped off on the summit directly from sea level (impossible in reality), a person would die within minutes. Typically, climbers achieving the great summit will take pictures, gain their composure, briefly enjoy the view, then return to Camp IV as quickly as possible. The risk of staying at the summit and the exhaustion from achieving the summit is too great to permit climbers to fully enjoy the great accomplishment at that moment.
The return trip can be even more dangerous than the climb to the summit. Tired climbers are more likely to make mistakes, both in judgment and in actual physical steps. The climb down is no safer then up, plus time and weather are often against you.

In climbing Mt. Everest one can draw many similarities to real life.

Set a goal and work towards it. It will not happen overnight. It is a good idea to have smaller goals along the way to check your progress, and it is often necessary to climb back down the mountain to recoup, get supplies and rest. Getting to our goals is often not a one way trip.

You are not alone. We will find that we are usually not the only ones on this path. Others can help us by showing us the way, leading us, encouraging us or just walking the paths with us. We will meet others who have already attained the goals we seek and can offer valuable insight into the climb.

Sometimes you get passed. Sometimes others may pass us on their way to a goal and that’s ok. You have to go at your own pace. Too fast and you’ll tire out, too slow and you may stop all together.

You are either moving up or down. To stop is death. Climbers, especially in the “death zone” don’t really stop. They may take a short break to check O2, eat a snack and drink some water, but really stopping is asking for trouble. If you can’t make it up, the best thing to do is start back down. The same is true for working towards a goal. You need to be either moving toward your goal or recouping and “getting supplies”. If you come to a total stop, nothing is happening. You will never achieve your goal and you won’t learn the skills or get the supplies you need to get going again. It is a dangerous time also because sometimes stopping feels good. You think your resting, but actually you are dying.

Nobody stays on top for long. This may be one of the hardest lessons for us to learn. We work hard to attain a goal, but really you can only enjoy it for a brief time. The average stay at the top of the world is less than ½ hour. We can not dwell in the moment of achieving our goals either. Or some one else arrives and needs the space.

Going down is worse than climbing up. You’re tired, aching, and cold. Nothing would be better than just sitting down and taking a nap. That’s not an option. After we achieve a goal, we are tired and worn out, especially if we had to push hard at the end. So now what? Now it’s over, sort of, and you have to start a new plan.

Don’t let achieving your goal get someone else killed. Every year people die attempting to reach the Summit of Mt. Everest. Some of these deaths are unavoidable, this is an extremely harsh environment and one false step, and you plummet down the face or into an ice crevas. However, many of the deaths on Everest are caused because others don’t stop to help. Offering assistance can be dangerous to climbers. If the injured or tired climber is suffering from delusions they can put the healthy climbers at risk. Stopping any time on Everest, especially in the high altitudes of the Dead Zone, brings risk to all climbers. However, rescue is not impossible for climbers, and with trained Sherpas and healthy climbers willing to sacrifice the summit, no one should be left to die alone on the mountain.

This past year, two stories of death and survival came to us from the Mountain. The First story is about David Sharpe, an experiences climber from Britain. David summated Everest on May 10 and on his way down experienced some difficulty with his O2. He stopped for some rest. 40 – 42 other climbers passed David, a few walked right by, others stopped and offered some assistance and at least one group radioed to camp informing them of David’s condition and seeking advise. They were told to leave him. Was it possible to save David Sharpe’s life? Was he too far gone by the time climbers reached him? These questions really don’t have answers.
Several days after the news of David Sharpe’s death, another climber Lincoln Hall, was left on the descent by his Sherpas. On his descent Lincoln began o suffer from delusions and was unable to continue. His two sherpa guides stayed by his side until on was partially blind (a common symptom of asphyxia). The guides left Lincoln Hall, unconscious and unresponsive. Lincoln’s family was contacted that he had died on the mountain.

The next morning, 4 climbers can across Lincoln sitting up and talking. His first words were, “I guess you’re pretty surprised to see me.” And they were. Lincoln had some how survived over night with no food, water or O2. For some reason he had unzipped his down coat taken off his gloves hat and face mask and was perched about 2 feet from a 4000 ft drop off. The 4 climbers had to make a choice. Leave him to reach the summit, or stay and try and save him. They all stayed. Lincoln Hall’s rescue was not easy, Sherpas came up from Camp IV and basically dragged him down the mountain. Amazingly after a few hours at Camp IV Lincoln was able to stand on his own, and finished his descent under his own power.

Lincoln Hall is alive today because 4 climbers valued his life greater then the summit. Even though he was left for dead, they saw he was still alive and chose to risk a rescue then keep on walking.

To me this is the absolute most valuable lesson there is, mostly because I feel that we do this all the time. In our own selfish ambition to reach our goal, we pass by a lot of hurting dying people. We don’t bother to stop and help them because we’re on a mission, and they are not part of the plan. Besides, stopping can be dangerous. What if the summit isn’t the goal? What if people are our goal! This one truth can force us to reevaluate our entire goal structure.

I often think of Jesus’ ministry. Sure he had a plan. I know God knew what He was doing. Yet Jesus always seemed to find time to stop and be with people. He let them distract His life. He allowed them to interrupt the plan. I think this is for several reasons. 1) As a human Jesus saw first hand the hurting people had, and because of His very nature (loving, caring) had to stop and help them. 2) It was an example for us. Jesus was showing us how to treat others. 3) People where His plan! Jesus came to save the world, to heal the sick and free the captives. People are why Jesus came to Earth. His death and resurrection is the ultimate sign of His love. But before that He loved people. He spent time with people; he let people be his focus, even when the disciples thought he should be doing more important things. In our short lives here on earth, let us learn form the climbers of Everest and more importantly from Jesus, It is important to have a goals, they are what drive us, they also what move us to encounter people, and people should always be our focus.

Check out these websites for more info on Mt. Everest, David Sharpe and Lincoln Hall

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032600/

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http://www.everestnews.com/Default.htm<