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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Oral Roberts Dead and Alive


Wow.  I can't believe it.  First Billy Joe Daugherty and now Oral.



"God is going to strike me dead unless I get two million bucks and I ain't coming down from this prayer tower until one or the other happens."


Yesterday, I was actually thinking about Mr. Roberts and wondering if he was dead or not.  Its funny how some things happen when you are thinking about how people are doing or where they are at.  Before you know it, they are at your front doorstep.  My morbid thoughts were not that, but, rather ----- Oral was just plain old and I wondered.  I forgot to Google him yesterday.

This morning I almost didn't go to the early CIC meeting.  Woke up late, felt groggy and just went anyway.  The one guy I do not really care for in the group brought up the news of Oral's death and I was shocked.  Almost started crying during the meeting.  I couldn't believe it and I was just thinking about Oral yesterday.

You know, a lot of people will remember him by that goofy fiasco in the prayer tower and that's how it is.  I will always remember other things much greater and realize that, sometimes, we are all human and capable of great stupidity.  Heck, maybe the tower thing was true- I don't know - but it sure was widespread and goofy.  We all do stupid stuff and the higher the profile the worse and bigger things are.  Tiger Woods is our latest great example and no one will take his golf prestige and achievements away in the history of it all.  This tangent can go on and on with other historical figures but I am here to tell you the great things of Oral Roberts.




This is it - Famous Tower Incident Location!


I went to school at ORU pretty soon after the Tower Incident.  Fall of 1990.  ORU changed my life directly and Oral indirectly through his instruments.  My stay at school was the best.  I attended in order to discipline and learn about myself.  It was definitely a selfish matter between me and God.  I didn't like what I was doing in Colorado and met many ORU graduates whose lives had changed because of their experience.  So I went.  Tulsa was a journey and it is now in the past.

I stayed in EMR on fourth floor north, Allied wing.  I hung out with another wing of guys - Am Herratz.  Am Herratz was disbanded after I left because the name fit the description of the guys there and administration didn't like it.  It was good fun and, compared to state school, not all that bad.  Chapel I always looked forward to on Wednesdays and, out of all the world-renown religious leaders/speakers, the very best sermons I ever received were one from Oral and then Richard and also Larry Lee.  Oral was gifted and, I tell you what, he turned that place on.

Small story.  Billy Joe has also passed.  I had an apartment which bordered his Victory properties.  Around 7am many mornings I would see BJ jogging around his land.  All dressed in black and just running on his own keeping up the faith in ORU style of mind, body, spirit.  I enjoyed waking up and going out to see him digging in out there.  I am very sorry to see that he has passed prematurely.

Back to ORU.  Had it not been for Oral, my life would probably be extremely different, I don't know.  Firstly, I would not have met so many great people in the college experience.  Probably never would have worked with Youth for Christ.  Actually, Tulsa never would have been on the map for me.  My spiritual life would possibly be bereft.  Maybe would have never thought of chiropractic as a career.  My ex-wife may not have ever been and my son, Josiah, would maybe not exist.  Former practice in Tulsa would not have happened and sports teams and families I have had privilege to treat would possibly have never reached the radar of Dr. Scott.  Looking at the perspective of things, about fifteen years of my life would have been completely altered had it not been for Mr. Roberts.  Thats over 1/3 of experiences in this short thing called my life.  I really can't imagine the many different turns that may have been taken in my life had it not been for Oral.

Oral Roberts has touched millions directly, indirectly and all in-between.  I know many personally and I also know myself intimately.  Its crazy. 

Some things I really enjoyed at ORU there in one short semester.  With my mom's credit card (got in trouble for using it) I purchased an hibachi grill, love lamp and food.  I got people together on the mid-east lawn by the big tree to cook out in the middle of campus quite a bit.  We got a lot of looks and made friends.  My love lamp was a fancy lantern thing I would hang out with on the front lawns and study or take a girl out and it was a cheap date reading and talking on a blanket.  The gardens were a great place for this as well.
On Fridays I figured out that one of my favorite teachers, Mrs. Ruth Sexton, liked to hang out on the steps by the fire fountain leading to the library.  The first time I caught her I just kind of watched and figured out that she was just looking at the students and faculty and taking things in.  So I joined her every Friday afternoon I could.  Mrs. Sexton was a good conversationalist and she gifted me with a "B" in one of her courses. 
Many late nights I would go out to the praying hands or by the fountains in front of the City of Faith and just sit silent with no one in sight and nothing else around.  There was something I enjoyed while doing this and I do not know what it was that was so enjoyable.  It was just the quiet and, at the same time, simply the listening to nothing that may have been there.  Can't say if that makes sense.  So it goes.

At ORU a large amount of my time was gym time.  I worked at the AC, went to class there, and worked out there.  I shifted times up in the gym over the semester.  Morning workouts I would associate with the swimmers and that got boring real quick.  Sometimes would go at night and it was so crowded.  I ended up at my standard noonish workouts.  I guess it was about halfway through the semester that Oral decided to get in shape and that is also when I decided on the noon hour workouts before and after I was supposed to work and clean the place.
The first time that Oral showed up with his trainer, everyone cleared out of the lifting area as they felt that they were not worthy to be in the presence of the guy.  It was nuts.  A Wayne's World/Aerosmith/Alice Cooper moment.  Oral steps in and ten guys clear out.  I thought this was way too good to be true.  The whole place to me, Oral and his trainer, Coach Johnson.  Too cool, curling, squatting and benching alongside Oral Roberts.  WhooHooooo.  Totally got me stoked. 
Coach Johnson is probably gone now too.  But, anyway, I thought Coach was going to kill Mr. Roberts.  Johnson was the old basketball coach and had to be at least fifteen years older than Oral.  Their training was so sporadic and it looked like some backs were going to break due to totally bad form.  Neither one looked like they knew what they were doing and it was so fun to watch these old men trying to heft some weight.  Everything was so old school.  Something strange I did notice with Oral was that his presence definitely brought something new to the place.  An energy which could not be defined.  I guess it would probably be called his anointing - either that or the air was being hyper-oxygenated (right).  I will never forget lifting with Oral Roberts - even if it was just in the same room.

I am going to miss Oral Roberts.  In a way, his passing sort of symbolizes the final closing of the door to my Tulsa adventure - a symbol for me, anyway.  Its maybe a closing but its no closing to the seeds planted by many many many deeds/avenues Oral brought into so many lives over years of diligent service in Jesus' name.  Oral Roberts is dead and alive.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

San Diego Kurt

KURT and his wife, Alex...and the Spyder



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Recently I was treated to a visit with my old friend, Kurt, in San Diego. I tell you what, he and his wife were so gracious. I just had a really neat time and wish we had been in touch over the past 20 years. He picked me up at the airport, carried baggage, fed me. I was truly amazed and touched that they are both true and genuine people. Makes me think of moving to SD.

Kurt and I went to high school together and it wasn't until right around graduation that we really got to spend time doing stuff. He had this idea getting us into business together making shirts called S3, like S-cubed where it stood for surf,ski,skate. Simple design and easy business. After we did that together he went to school and I did the same and thats it. Out of about 450 high schoolers, Kurt is one of maybe five that I always wondered about. Well, we got in touch through facebook and I just had to visit. So I did. Its beautiful being in Phoenix where you get on the freeway and see exits for LA, San Diego and Flagstaff. It only takes a few minutes to get to the airport and costs nothing to fly out of here.

So, anyway, Kurt has two beautiful Ferraris, 911 and fun BMWs that he kicks around in. The Ferraris were just classic driving and the convertible BMW was just plain fun. Had a much different feel than my Saabs. All the cars were just solid. The Ferraris, Kurt drives around in and treats them like gold, not parking just anywhere and they are mostly garaged. I think he takes them out for a brief thrill. Prestige condition on all the vehicles. Kurt is what I would call a perfectionist. His house is exemplary of this, his websites, his vehicles. Crazy.

Seeing his perfectionism made me wonder a bit. Just like I decided on cars that I don't mind parking anywhere and do not treat them in any other way than fun rides. They are not in the best shape and I don't mind. Kurt's vehicles are showroom condition.  At home I have become the sloppy semi-bachelor type and have stuff still in the sink. Kurt's kitchen is spotless and the only messy areas are the works in progress. 
What is really neat in seeing how Kurt and Alex work is that everything is basically simple. Although complex as well. The complexity comes with their making sure things are complete prior to unveiling.  I think of this as semi-complex because of the stress in getting there.  Kurt and Alex make the journey to completion in what seems a flawless fashion and they appear as if the process is stress free.

I truly appreciated the amazing stay with my great friend.  I can't wait to see his next great adventure and hope to be a part of it.

Good things and God's blessing.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dr Moller Constants



At any given moment, these things may change.


Its funny because there is nothing new under the sun and I think this also makes us creatures of habit.


Like in the pic here I am doing my scott-watchee-movie or Suns game thing in one of the rooms. I doubt that this will ever change.








Here's the Dr Scott list:


snickerdoodle cookies

land 'o lakes butter

chips ahoy

spree

orange juice

snowboard

weightlifting

big screen

movies played max volume with bass

crier when happy

sleeper when sad

know bible, can't quote verse

love good church, sometimes don't go

christian, sometimes don't act like it

smiley

don't likey talky to large group

movies

fox news

coffee

root beer

tequila

protein

math

philosophical rant

statements with bad timing

creative under duress

matter-of-fact

calvin klein underwear

savane pants

express shirts

liz shirts

ralph shorts

new balance socks

calvin socks

asics running shoes

edmonds,haan dress shoes

black shoes/belts

automatic watch

nioxin shampoo

99 cent store

big lots

home depot

cars cash

no land lines

ocean

mountains

dry heat

food served

bed made

closet organized

hotel, not family

entrepreneurial

carbs

non-fiction reader

minor in fiction

novelist on email

sister is the best

love patients

sometimes nose-picker

a little bit of metro

thinker

mostly mellow

can be life of party

people watcher

girl watcher

native eyewear

listening ear

advice when asked

criticism encouraged

perfectionist at times

agree to disagree

sometimes wish you were here

sometimes wish you would leave me alone

like too much of a good thing

spa

sauna

jacuzzi

pool

massage

chiropractic

computer

research

stress easy but don't show it

hard to read

can't fake it

don't want to fake it

anti-religious

forgiving

no need to be around ones not good for me

problem solver

sweat outcomes

positive and realistic

calculating

opportunity and not problem

chemistry

good food

i can cook, seldom do

patient

giving to a fault

think others want the best same as i do

few friends

more acquaintances

xbox 360

nintendo ds

blackjack

pai gow

baccarat

stick to principle even to detriment

traveler

patios

no bugs

no snakes

alligators okay :)

keep refrigerator organized

can't see it, won't use it

olfaction

decisive when needed

perform well on own with a plan

kids okay, don't need any more

i prefer answer when asked specific question

keep things simple

cap'n crunch

eggs

multiple music genres

ice not heat

arizona basketball, hockey, football

fixer of mechanical things

klipsch

bose

convertible

a/c not heat

ocean sounds, stream sounds okay

dogs

cats can all die

pigeons can die too

rest easy

work more with mind versus physical



The list goes on and on. This is a smattering. Is that a word? Think so. I am willing to bet that my list fits a lot of other's lists. This one is not so different from friends sitting across from me at the dinner table.


God Bless and thank you.

Scott

Monday, February 9, 2009

Just Ask Alice


Michelle, Helping the Goal Out


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Approximately eight years ago, I had to re-up my goals. I have this prayer/goal journal and I realized that most of what I had in it was either outdated and my orientation shifted or I had accomplished what I set out to do. I have to admit that, as of now, I have not kept up with the journal. But I do have goals set in my head. The latest accomplishment has been to bank on this goofy housing market.


(By the way, we keep hearing about how bad things are today in the economy. One thing I don't understand is that things are soooo bad; but why are these abandoned houses off the market with a good buyer in such a short period of time if things are so awful? Corrections are being made by the people and this ain't being covered by your mass media.)

When I revamped my goal settings, I had to decide on personal items/things to procure/conquer and added a twist which I hadn't given much thought before. The twist was simple: Meet people. Meeting people can be intimidating for some. We live in a society today where many of us don't even know our neighbors. Tell you what, your representatives, athletes, movie stars, rockstars are all like you and me.

One guy I had on my list was Alice Cooper. I found out all this stuff about Alice when I moved to the valley. He is extremely charitable, likeable and full of energy. So I began my quest by frequenting his restaurant whenever I got the chance - lunches, dinners, before games. I asked about when he might show and came this close (fingers length) to calling him on his radio show. Just before I got to this breaking point, my girlfriend at the time, Michelle, told me about a book signing with Alice. I was there. I was the only guy dressed up for the occasion. Michelle joked about this and told about my "stalking" him and Alice laughed. He also let me know where his favorite seat is at Cooperstown. Cool.











The meeting people list is so easy. It takes a lot of watching stuff and taking things in to accomplish the goal. Just being observant. I already do this with my work so have some experience but it is so easy to just put your head under a rock as well. Experience can be generated by doing something as simple as going to the mall or sitting on a patio with expectancy in watching things happen. This doesn't cost much, is relaxing and therapeutic even. It brings to mind the Psalm or Proverb, "Be still and know that I am God". Not really sure when much of us are all that still anymore. Always something going on. Maybe missing something important, you know.

The first guy I met who I knew was different and I recorded his name in my journal was Mr. Potter. I was in Vegas at House of Blues in a forty minute line and had to pee. I got this idea and went up to the doorman, shook his hand and asked him, one muscle guy to another, if he would let me in when I got back from the restroom. He said we'll see.


I got back from depositing the golden stream and my friend, doorman Joe, politely refused my premature entrance. It was worth a shot.

I waited in line for about five minutes and saw this guy go up to the doorman. I kind of thought to myself that, "hey, he's doing the same thing I did". So I went to the front and the newbie is shelling out a few hundreds from a wad to the doorman. He was asking, "how much is it going to take?". I looked at Potter, then the doorman and back at Potter. "I'm with him." Mr. Potter looked at me and said he didn't know me. I put out my hand, introduced myself, we shook and I got his name. Now we know each other. About five hundreds later we were escorted past the rose colored velvet rope and down the stairs. If I ever work a door again, I'm doing it in Vegas. Way way way great!


My new friend, it turned out was extremely well known. Before I knew it, we had the red carpet treatment, women surrounding us and an open bar. When Potter went off somewhere in the club, I got to talk to his driver, Frank. Turned out that Mr. Potter was a billionaire and was in Vegas on a whim and a weekend just for kicks and to check on some property. Frank, the driver, was a pretty cool cat and went everywhere with Mr. Potter.


Near the end of our night together, I got to talk to Mr. Potter, one on one. I asked him how to do what he has done. He said he was often in the right place at the right time. That he had the good fortune of being lucky. He asked me some questions: city where I live, do I like my profession, and do I believe in debt making money. Well, he told me to get out of Tulsa should be one of my priorities. And then to learn managing of people and to not let debt scare me from making potential return of investment decisions. To act quickly and boldly. We decided to call it a night, I got Mr. Potter's number and made a new friend.

Getting out of Tulsa needed to be my greatest priority because the city/town lacks a population where chances are slim as far as overall opportunity to be in the right place at the right time to get to know the right people where good luck might rain. I took his advice and made sure to not forget. It took me about seven years to finally act on his advice. After I had built my house in Oklahoma, it was extremely difficult to consider leaving when my practice was in motion and there was nowhere else to go excepting starting again from scratch. But I finally did it. There are some regrets and I live with them. There are more plusses than minuses. Name that book: "Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway" by Susan Jeffers.

That Vegas weekend I went with friends Fred and Kim. Fred's in restaurant management and Kim has real estate license but waits tables still. I kind of (well, not kind of) ditched them waiting in the forty minute line in order to have my all night meeting with Mr. Potter. I got to see Fred and Kim dance on the floor while I received VIP treatment. I didn't feel bad about ditching them because they just weren't watching.


The next night I ended up at Hard Rock and then at Caesar's. HR was okay and I saw some people I knew were celebs. I only knew this due to witnessing a couple posses. At Caesar's it was way cool. I saw a bunch of guys who looked fun and began chatting with them. It turned out that they were L.A. Dodgers out goofing around. I'm pretty sure it was during a short break in the season. Didn't know, didn't ask. The Dodgers are fun guys to hang out with. Funny thing I noticed in being around them was that they all had the expensive watch and nice/casual clothes but they were wary of sticking more than a nickel or quarter in a slot. When the spare change floating around in the pockets was gone, they were mostly about just hanging tight around the stage and that was actually pretty good to see. Just a bunch of guys like you and me cautious about their hard-earnings.



Wish I were more of a picture-taker sometimes. So it goes.