Business Plan

I want to use this blog for planning, to help capture in black and white nice digitized text what I'm thinking and planning for OurFinest.Org. Eventually, I take on faith, others will notice what I'm doing and want to help and this record will help them figure out what I am doing right and wrong and how I can do it better I guess you're not leading if no one is following, but I'm not too worried about that right now.

I know what I am doing is the right thing, so I am going to do it, and those who want to help will just have to catch up. Doesn't sound like a very good model of leadership, but I understand that the motto of the U.S. Infantry is "Follow me." Or maybe it's that you lead from in front. Either way, I am riding point.

My supreme priority is to help the wounded warrior. I am not nearly so charitable as I would like myself to be.

I have not nearly so much patience as I should with people who lie down before life's struggles. I want to help people, but I am mostly interested in helping those who want to help themselves.
The wounded warrior is someone who was walking into danger when he was struck down.

That's hardly someone lying down because life struck them a hard blow. When they were injured, they were part of an elite fighting force.

Suddenly, in an instant they were torn apart, their entire future altered radically.

I have no idea how I would handle losing arms or legs. I hope I never find out. The way I HOPE I would handle it is dealing with it as it is. I hope that I would not collapse into a black hole of self pity. But no guarantees here.

No getting around it; it would be awful. Suddenly, you're a cripple and disfigured. Here are you fighting for your country -- doing one of the noblest things possible -- and then you are someone people stare at in the mall, someone who is no longer totally independent, but someone who needs the help of others. To some, you are an object of pity.

It's got to be one of the toughest things in life to deal with. It is a total upheaval in your life. A hard part of it, it seems to me, is that you are suddenly without the entire social support network your buddies provided. You are thrown into the company of a bunch of other injured soldiers.

Then there's the pain.

A lot of guys have to be asking themselves, "Why me?" If there is a loving God in charge of my life, how and why did he let this happen to me?

What I've finally figured out is that a better question is "Why not me?" Why should I be immune from the suffering that is a part of every life? We are here on earth for a reason, and part of that reason is to figure out why we are here.

A profound injury seems to me to be a crucial point in life. The meaning and impact of the trauma depends to a large degree on the attitude of the person.

The one thing we are in charge of in our life is our attitude. We cannot control what happens to us, but we can control our philosophical attitude towards what happens to us.

No one choose to be devastated by a horrendous injury. But every warrior in the war against terror is a volunteer. He knew that he was choosing a dangerous path with death and dismemberment a real prospect. He did not choose this fate, but he chose a way of life that presented the very real chance of such a fate.

He wasn't walking along a country lane back home when he got his legs blown off. He was
fighting a war for his country. He has every right to cry for the loss of his legs or eyes or arms. But that loss was a known risk which he chose. He chose the way of the warrior, and he cannot cry for that.

So, I believe that the stricken warrior has no right to blame God. In war, it is inevitable that some die and that some are terribly injured. Those who died have no problems to worry about. Those who survived profound injury do have a problem. Their main problem is to determine their attitude towards their injuries. This decision will determine the rest of their life and its meaning.