The Dash

June 18, 2014

A couple of months ago

I attended a funeral

During the Mass

The priest read a poem

Written by Linda Ellis

Simply Titled….

The Dash

The poem seemed to be

The topic of conversation

After the service

I never heard that before

That was very profound

It really made me stop and think

When we look at a gravestone

We only see

A name

A date of Birth

And…

The date they passed away

Between the 2 dates

You will find….

The dash

The little dash stands for

Everything that was accomplished

During their lifetime

What do we do to fill our dash

What have we passed on…

To our family….

Friends….

Co-workers….

All who we meet

What is our legacy

What did we do with the gifts

We were given

This is the measure of our dash

How do we want to be remembered

If given the chance to write

Our own epithet

What would it say

Do we live to fulfill

The words we would write

Live Your Dash!

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Got a Minute

July 19, 2012

Hey …

 

 

Got a minute…

 

 

 

Do you mind if I

 

Get back to you

 

 

 

I have a lot going on

 

 

 

Have you heard that before?

 

 

 

 

Just wanted to stop by……

 

 

 

I had a few extra minutes

 

 

Can’t stay too long

 

 

 

Okay………..

 

 

 

Hurry up…..

 

 

 

I’m behind schedule

 

 

 

 

Why do we always seem to be rushing around?

 

 

 

You can’t even have a regular conversation

 

With anyone today

 

 

Without someone pulling out their cellphone

 

 

 

I just remembered

 

 

I have to make a note

 

 

 

 

Hold on

 

 

I just got a text

 

 

 

I must admit I have found myself

 

 

Fall into the abyss

 

 

 

We have lost all sense of

 

 

Quality time

 

 

 

Our communication is becoming

 

 

 

Cryptic

 

 

 

Why are we all so busy

 

 

Or

 

 

Are we just trying

 

 

To feel busy

 

 

 

 

Are we trying to feel important?

 

 

 

Looking to fill a void?

 

 

 

 

Well guess what?

 

 

 

We are all important

 

 

 

We are just too busy to show

 

 

The people we all love

 

 

 

Just how important

 

 

 

They are to us

 

 

 

Why are we

 

 

 

Always searching for more

 

 

 

Is the grass really greener…..

 

 

 

On the other side……

 

 

 

 

Why are we all so caught up

 

 

 

In not just being ourselves

 

 

 

 

To the world

 

 

You may be one person,

 

 

 

But to one person

 

 

 

You may be the world

 

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Welcome G5

January 13, 2011

 

On Saturday January 8th 2011, George Henry Hutchinson V was born into our family.

 Welcome G5!!!!

The proud parents are Caroline and George IV. Everyone is healthy and Caroline and G5 were release from the hospital on Tuesday January 11th. It is a proud day for all the Hutchinsons and Cooks.

Five generation of Georges. That’s quite a feat. In fact, I am the only George that has had the pleasure to know all 5 of the Georges. I am sure my Grandfather and Father are beaming to know that the name lives on.

This legacy almost never happened. When my mother was pregnant with me, my father wanted to name the baby Daniel Paul Hutchinson.  My Grandfather, an astute man, said maybe you should name this one George Henry Hutchinson 111, and you can name the next one Daniel Paul. He must have known something, for we ended up having 5 girls in our family.

The legacy would have ended before it even began.

When Janet and I got married and we found out she was pregnant I was careful not to be too pushy. We looked at baby names both boys and girls. When she gave birth and was asked what she wanted to name the new baby, she smiled at me and said George Henry Hutchinson IV. My heart jumped; what an honor.

My father was sooo pleased that he would stop by our house almost every morning, walk in, look at George IV and turn to Janet and say, “Thank You.”

So here’s to G5!!!!

May you have many great years, live life to the fullest, aspire to achieve and have many friends.  

May love always live in your heart.

God Bless You.

Love,

Pop

Humbled

December 8, 2010

I hope you don’t have trouble reading this entry. Recently I fell, separated my right shoulder and now I have to write left-handed. 

People who know me say my handwriting is terrible. (I thought you went to Catholic School, didn’t they teach you the Palmer Method)? 

You should see me trying to write and do everything left-handed. 

You never realize just how much we take the everyday things we do for granted until they take your rights (arm) away from you. It might be okay if I was left-handed….. 

But somehow I feel discombobulated. Everything has to be done is slow motion with my left hand. Go ahead try it! 

Try eating with a fork left-handed. 

Comb your hair or brush your teeth. 

I feel like I am going thru rehabilitation. Come on George, I know you can do it. 

How did I hurt my shoulder? Don’t even ask. I wish I could give you a great story. 

You should see what the other guy looked like. 

But no, it was humbling. 

I was actually trying to cross the street at night in front of my office. It is dark and as I was going across the street a car was coming from my right. My first thought was… they seem to be going a little fast. I started to take a couple of quick steps to get to the other side of the street. 

Little did I know that why I am looking to my right at the approaching car and breaking into a jog that a 

“Beware… Pedestrian Crossing” sign was right in front of me. 

What was that? 

Was my first thought, as I was tackled head on… 

glasses flying off my face…. 

I am falling and stumbling to get the first down (across the street and out of the car’s path). 

I throw my right arm out to catch my fall. And as soon as my right hand hit the street….. 

I felt and heard my right shoulder pop out of joint. 

Now I am lying in the middle of the street, (fortunately, the driver stopped and got out of the car) 

The owner of the pizza shop down the street, seeing the whole incident, came running over to help me. 

Are you all right? What happened? Let us help you up? 

I am half in shock…what and the heck hit me?……And in severe pain. 

My first response…… don’t touch me, I just thru out my shoulder

Looking back I can see the sign lying in the middle of the street and my body is locked into crippling position. 

I could not stand up; 

Dragging myself up to my office, (looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame), I yelled to my wife: 

Janet!!!!!! (In extreme pain) 

I threw my shoulder out….. I can’t even stand up…… I need a doctor. 

Seeing me she says, 

What happened?????  Did you get shot?” 

Thinking fast, she ran down the hall. (We happen to have a chiropractor in our building)

Dr Jon comes in, takes one look at me and says: 

Take George to the hospital. 

Did you ever notice that everything takes soooo much longer when you are in pain? 

We headed out to Virtua Hospital in Voorhees and let me tell you they did a great job. 

Kudos to my old classmate, Rich Miller, keep up the good work. 

I have a doctor, a doctor assistant and a nurse all pulling me in 3 different directions. Move a little more to the left, hold still, higher on your end…. but all of a sudden…. 

….Pop….my shoulder went back in. 

How do you feel sir? Are you still in pain? 

Anything has to be better than how I was feeling when I got here. 

What did you give me?  

Am I going to feel more pain later? 

What should I take if it starts to hurt later? 

Are you going to give me anything just in case it starts to hurt? 

So it goes, they put Humpty Dumpty back together again. 

For the next three weeks, I have my right arm in a sling……No Driving.

The doctor says there appears to be no ligament damage and I can start rehab on my right shoulder around the Christmas Holiday. 

Sounds like good news to me…. but how am I suppose to cut down my Christmas tree? 

JANET!!!!!!