December 24, 2009
Count Your Blessings
It's the morning on Christmas Eve, and all in the Wellbrock home are patiently waiting (OK, maybe not so patient) for Santa's
arrival. The wrapped gifts surround the Christmas tree, and the just-baked-and-quickly-frosted sugar cookies sit in our refrigerator
until the time comes to set them out for Santa to enjoy. Oh, a little boy adds, "don't forget to give him milk - you
know cookies make you thirsty!" I'm sure the day will seem longer to my boys while they stay at home while I spend one
more day at work before my holiday vacation begins.
9:03 am cst
As Garrett can't wait to discover his treasures of toys (and
hopefully, not so many clothes this year, he told me), I think of all the wonderful gifts I've received over the years.
One particular gift I display year-round in my kitchen is a framed picture of Garrett and Gerard with "Count
Your Blessings" etched around the side. Probably the most important blessing we "count" is the gift that arrived
six years ago at 7:30 a.m. on Dec. 27....our Christmas baby...although it seemed more like our Christmas miracle since
we struggle with fertility issues. (For a holiday that is centered around children, it's a tough time of year to face being
blue and child-less yet again.) We also celebrate another year with Gerard's dad after he suffered a stroke two years ago
on Dec. 20, and we are blessed to have all of our family healthy this year. Other blessings continue to make my heart smile
but are too many to list. So, here's wishing you a Merry Christmas and the creating of more blessings in the New Year!
December 21, 2009
My First Lecture
8:53 pm cst
I barely shut the book "The Last Lecture," when I reached for the computer. I HAD to share my thoughts on this
profound read before the emotion slipped away. For those of you not aware of this book, it's written by Randy Pausch, a Professor
at Carnegie Mellon. Pausch participated in a lecture series that asked instructors to consider their own death and to share
this with a class. He himself dying of cancer, the author used this book as his legacy - a legacy that his children could
hold onto after he was gone, and a tool Randy could use to continue teaching to whomever read the book.
me the most wasn't the author's acceptance of his pending death nor was it his incredible story-telling abilities. It was
Pausch's skill to look at ordinary happenings and define how he grew personally, professionally, emotionally or spiritually
from the experience. While reading, I thought of my own childhood, looking at trivial incidents in a new light and
seeing how those times developed who I am today.
This upcoming Spring semester, I get to try my own hand at teaching
a Marketing class for FHSU. While I'm realistic to know I won't have the same profound effect on students as Pausch, I am
eager to get a chance to share the experiences I have had with others. So many have influenced me in my life and career, and
I'm thankful to have the opportunity to give back to others in the classroom setting.