Today, as always on the first day of spring, my step-dad Richard celebrated his birthday.
We tend to have a cyclical relationship to birthdays: when we’re young, we cannot wait for them as they signify celebration (and getting stuff). As we age (and are also trying to get rid of stuff), we shy away from them. But at some point, the celebration mode kicks back into gear.
This is definitely true for Richard, who today is now 92 years old.
Richard reflecting in Tucson, AZ.
This year we didn’t even wait for Richard’s special day to celebrate him. When he suffered a stroke in January, he received the honor due to a war veteran who piloted 35 dangerous missions over enemy territory. One mission was so treacherous that his plane was one of 3 that made it back out of an initial group of 30.
I’ve always marveled at how he did it. Personally I grew up in a safe suburb, went to college in an ivory tower Disneyland, and have lived in one of the most beautiful places in the world. So it’s difficult to imagine what life would be like if I suddenly found myself in a plane fending off bullets, dropping bombs and accountable for the precious lives of a crew depending on me.
Richard’s survival extended far beyond the war. He went on to outlive his parents, siblings, many of his friends, and even a child. Add to that prostate cancer, an aneurysm, a stroke and several hard falls impacting his head. We’ve concluded he’s pretty much invincible.
But always deserving honor. Happy birthday Richard. As he and I discussed today, there’s a reason he is still with us. And we are still with him.
On my past few visits to see Richard, I’ve asked him to reflect on his experiences. Enjoy 🙂
What it’s like to go on a mission dropping bombs:
Fighting for justice sometimes means fighting on the “inside”:
How his chief paradigm of people’s core motivations (either money, recognition or power) impacted his sales approach:
How very nice of you to think so much of what I did in the BIG WAR.