Mortality Part 2

Ralph Wride, Daren Wride, fly-fishing
Dad (left) at 52 years; Me @ 52 years

Another Reminder of the Ticking Clock

In 1994 I was 30, my dad was 54.

He passed away that Christmas Eve, almost six years after being diagnosed with malignant melanoma and one year after being surprised by a clean bill of health at his five year checkup.

To be honest, 54 still seemed a long ways away from 30.

But when I turned 36, the math got to me.

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Advice to My Younger Self

Ralph Wride ,Priscilla Wride, Daren, Dean and Dale Wride
The Family, Circa 1978

Advice to My Younger Self Through the Years
A Few of the Many Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me

Advice to my 5 year old self: Get along with your brothers. They could become your best friends.

Advice to my 10 year old self: Be nice to those girls everyone thinks are ugly and torments. Many of them are smart and will be beautiful in a few years. And all of them are valuable.

Advice to my 15 year old self: See, I told you. They’re beautiful or fascinating or both. But it’s not too late to start being nice. Getting to know the people others avoid will give you relationships and perspectives few others have. And your kindness might just be a lifeline for them.

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How the Like Button Kills Your Brain Cells

I first heard the phrase “the tyranny of the Like button” from Perry Marshall.

A quick Google reveals the phrase’s widespread use and varying degrees of meaning.

Perry’s take was that we all want to say something people will like, and they want to say things we will like. After a while, we’re all trained to say what others will like, so that’s what we keep saying and that’s what we keep hearing.

The danger of course is that we come to think that opinions are universal and our subculture is the only culture.

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Mortality Part 1: I Discovered I was Mortal When…

Snow Lake Canoe RaceLabour Day Weekend, 1982.

Two weeks earlier my canoe racing partner and I had won our class at the Canadian nationals in long distance canoe racing.

We were now in the biggest race in North America, Classique internationale de canots de la Mauricie, aka The Classic, aka Shawinigan.

We had a bad start, and got behind the huge waves (3-4 feet!) created by the combined waves of the 100 or so canoes at the starting line. At one point the water in front of us was sucked away and we ended up on dry land, requiring us to get out and carry the canoe sideways back into the river.

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