Tiger Woods & His Apology


Like the rest of the world, I listened today to the very public apologies from Tiger Woods.  And I listened to the media’s analysis of what they think Tiger was saying and whether or not he was sincere or sly.  Sometimes I just don’t get it I suppose.  I mean, the news reporters seem to believe that I’m not quite adept at figuring things out for myself.  They have some special powers where they indeed must know better than I what else is stirring.  Or is it just fodder for sensationalism … as in what’s he really up to?  What else can the news people dramatize, embellish or otherwise overdo in their so-called reporting of the news?   

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t know the answers to Tiger’s objectives.  Was he real?   Sincere?  And making an effort?  Tiger could prove that he was merely being slick and controlled for selfish purposes.  Or is he sincere, strong enough to enter therapy, work to save his marriage, ask forgiveness, and love his family as much as they love him?  What are we supposed to do when an otherwise devoted person deeply hurts us?  

We don’t know – news reporters, analysts, and TV viewers alike all have to make a judgment call.  And yet, it isn’t our right to make that judgment call.  Boy, what would the world be like if we were perfect?  Ahh, we could preach to the rest of the world, the flawed.  Forgive me, I do not make light of what Tiger has done.  Condoning his actions would be unbelievable foolhardiness.  It would be fair to say we need to hold Tiger responsible.  The acts he chose to embark upon were despicable.  But what if he is now sincere, trying to be responsible, to make good on those vows he made to his wife, and challenge himself to be a better husband, father, son, friend and sportsman.  Would we want someone to give us a fair chance to prove ourselves before condemning us to a lifetime of castigation?  

Why do reporters feel they need to tell me what to think?  What ever happened to reporting the news justly, fairly and accurately?  Isn’t that the bona fide task of the news media?  Has anyone in the news media apologized ever for their lack of responsibility in that arena?  Guess I’d better get off my soap box on that one or I’ll never give reporters a second chance.  

My humble opinion?  The real victims here are Tiger’s family.  I believe how and what he and his wife do to repair the damage caused is personal and should be between them.  That’s what marriage and family is all about.  Trusting, loving, holding accountable and forgiveness.  If we never forgave one another for certain things, no one in the entire world could remain together.  Who among us is beyond reproach, without transgressions of any kind? 

Tiger has much work to do to repair and save the relationship with his wife and family.  The way the rest of us will know his progress and how he manages the daunting task before him will be from his actions, behavior and through his family.  Enough said? 

What are your thoughts, objections, affirmations and opinions? 

NASA’s Endeavor Shuttle Launch

What a Difference Morning Makes

The Sunday, February 7th Endeavor shuttle launch courted as NASA’s final evening launch was a big deal to us.  The St. Petersburg Times showed a picture of the last launch as seen from the St. Pete Pier.  The Pier itself is under close scrutiny to be renovated, to become more economically feasible for the City.  This final evening launch to the International Space Station seemed a befitting event to enjoy there.  My husband Martin and I set out to photograph and enjoy it.    

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Launch was to be 4:39 a.m.  We arrived at 4:00 a.m. to face blustery cold temperatures for Florida.  I was wearing a jacket over my sweater and jeans, scarf, socks and hat.  Martin laughed at me, but it was all good. We were going to be part of history in the making in some small way.  This was uncharted territory; such mavericks we were.

Surprisingly there were runners at that hour along the entrance to the Pier of both genders, as well as varying ages, sizes, and shapes.  Hooray for them, I thought.  There they were in their own personal glory and although I cannot run due to a serious knee injury, I still felt the pride of the moment for them. 

Martin and I set up our cameras amid the winds, while waiting in the cold dampness for sight of Endeavor’s bright orange glow.  Our pride was deflated nine minutes prior to takeoff when we learned the mission was scrubbed due to cloud cover.  I almost cried, but perhaps that was due to lack of sleep. 

We couldn’t bring ourselves to leave just yet.  We chatted with security guards, a male and a female, who pointed out staying another hour or two could be worth our while to see THEIR remarkable sunrise.  The guard told us, “Everyone agrees Florida sunsets are magnificent but you really need to view OUR sunrise; what we see every morning.” 

Those security guards are very proud; proud of having jobs and meeting new people, proud to live in Florida, and excited with this gift their job provides.  They boosted our spirits and we remained at the Pier.  We only had a brief encounter of sunrise with red clouds and a sliver of orange sky in between.  But it was enough. 

We chose not to return for the re-scheduled Monday morning launch.  What if that one was scrubbed also?  No, I think we preferred to keep the current memories as our gift from that morning. 

My Pre-retirement is teaching me so much more than most of my life has.  To not sweat the small stuff; to enjoy each day to the fullest; and reflect upon what is, or was, rather than what should have been.

Every 70 Seconds

 The smell of old, dusty books reminds me of my late mother.  A devoted collector and avid reader, she had many books, most of which went unread.  She owned books on everything from history to travel to sets of poems and essays, great literature, folk tales and romances.  When I enter one of her hangouts, such as Allison’s Book Store, I am carried back to a time when each of us was happy in our own ways of the world.  I see her standing by a shelf, thumbing through a novel, or researching through a medical journal, or opening her purse to pay for yet another purchase, knowing full well dad would lecture her on “wasting money on books you never read anyway!”

Strolling past rows and rows of books, I remember how, after the Alzheimers struck, she came less often and read fewer books.  They became just part of the scenery, collecting only dust and memories. 

Near the end, perhaps knowing she would never get to read them all, she gave almost all of the books away, keeping only a few and treating them with an almost holy reverence, as if any crease or mar would destroy them totally.  Gone was the woman who would brush aside a huge coffee stain, replaced by one who would fly into terrible rages at a bent corner or creased spine.

One of the saddest recollections I have of my mother was in her late stages of Alzheimers.  Instead of her bright smile and cheerfulness, her body was fixed as she sat in her favorite easy chair next to the wall of books, but her eyes drifted aimlessly all around the room.  I still recall staring at her pale white skin and soft yet empty brown eyes, expressionless of any notice of me, her once favorite daughter.  I could see her trying desperately to find remembrance in my face and to break free of the darkness she must be feeling.  But there was distance growing between us still and I had no idea what to say or do and felt completely powerless to help her recall her memories.   

I have read a few of her books now, after she is gone, and each time it brings back a hurt like a wound refusing to heal.  Though I suppose it is a quest of sorts, because if I can take on her thirst for knowledge, cheerful smile and willingness to help others, then like a candle in the shadows I could bring a little light into the world for Alzheimer families.  If that light touches others, maybe it will ignite the minds and attitudes of people for generations to come.  Remember every 70 seconds someone in America develops Alzheimer’s.  Support and willingness to keep remembering can make life a little better for the millions living with Alzheimer’s and their caretakers. 

I think mom would like that.

Visit:  http://www.alzfdn.org/   To learn more about Alzheimer’s from the Alzheimer’s Foundation of America, and to contribute if you can.

Hello world!

I’m so thrilled to be blogging and pleased to be on WordPress.  I’m too young to retire and thus the title – My Pre Retirement Musings.  There will be adventures to detail, secrets to maybe tell, and laughter and advice to both give and take.    

Come visit a while; let me know what you enjoy.  I’m here for me as well as you and hopefully, together as friends, we make each other’s lives brighter for having met.