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20 years ago this week, 2/12/1997, the entire Burriss Tribe, Teddy, Rebecca, Jessie, Rachel, Megan & Lauren hopped in the Honda mini-van and headed south to Advance North Carolina.
The journey began around November of 1996 with a potential move to New Jersey. However before we made the move north we got notice North Carolina would be where my job would finally be based.
The move to North Carolina was chaotic and emotional. We left a new community and new school systems into an older community with older less technological schools.
It took lots of work, patience and prayers to transition the teen age and pre-teen daughters through this change. However, within three months the emotions calmed and happiness began to develop for the entire family.
20 years later the girls (aka Myrtles) have all moved out of the house and into their own homes and developing families.
The family has grow significantly to include 4 men (aka the Stallions), 10 GrandWeWaps (grandkids), three new dogs and a few cats and chickens.
Our network of friends have grown significantly and our community involvement continues to grow in many different ways.
We all loved Maryland and our friends and home in Monrovia.
Today, we all love having moved into North Carolina, our friends and businesses we have built down here.
Thank you North Carolina for welcoming us into this state.
I know I am a blessed man. Here are some of the reasons I have that remind me of this every day.
I realize that I am far more blessed than I deserve. I know that many people in my community and in the world are far less fortunate than I am.
I ask God every day to help me to do what I can to help others knowing that only when I give can I receive. I know giving is important and being able what I can is not a requirement or a responsibility to me. Rather giving back to others is a life purpose and a blessing for me.
I am blessed. Thank you God for all of my blessings.
Today is January 3, 2016.
34 years ago the announcement that may have been printed in the local paper would have said, “Mr Teddy Burriss & his lovely wife Rebecca (aka Bum) are the proud parents of a bouncing baby girl.”
I asked them not to print that because I had yet to see our newborn baby bounce. And, Rebecca did not want me to test her.
True story – As an infant, I dropped her once and I was not testing the bounce theory.
Fast forward to yesterday when this observation of being the Father of a 34 year old really hit me.
I decided to look back at the past 34 years and review the memories.
Here are the ones that came to mind the quickest, not necessarily in chronological order:
My daughter – Jessie Lee.
I am a blessed Man. I have four beautiful smart, compassionate daughters. Each raising their own family. Being a Blessed Dad kicked off for me 34 years ago.
Happy Birthday Jessie
I love you
Here are some images that sparked my memories
I have talked with four or five guys lately who have retired.
Our daughter Megan and her husband Marc invited us (Bum & I) to join them at Classics Bar & Grill in Advance NC, right down the road from where I live. Normally we do not go out on New Year’s Eve, but thought this would be fun to do, so we agreed.
We got there at 7pm and there were less than 20 people in the bar. The table area was nearly completely empty.
After ordering a round the waitress told us that the restaurant was going to close at 8pm. We all laughed at what we thought was a joke, but, Nope, she was serious.
On New Year’s Eve, the only local bar, positioned in a community that is poised to exploded over the next few years and they are closing early on New Year’s Eve.
While we laughed at what we considered a business failure here is what else happened:
Yeah, yeah, I know people dance in front of juke boxes all the time. This was way different. She appeared to be twerking on the juke box. We were laughing so hard more than one of us snorted at the table. Later we discovered it was one of the bar owners.
When ordering another round of beer we thought about ordering a beer tower. The price was not too bad and Courtney would put our favorite beer in it. However, since the bar was closing in less than 1 hour she suggested that we not order a beer tower. We agreed. 10 minutes later the table behind us ordered one and had it delivered. We laughed thinking there was no way 4 people could drink 12 beers in less than 30 minutes. We were wrong.
An older guy walked up to our table and wished us a Happy New Year. While talking he said he had two wives and had owned two expensive homes, neither of which he still had or lived in, yet his ex-wives were very happy in “them thar homes.” He said he now lives in a hotel room.
I wished him better success in 2015. He came back later and in the chat I told him Bum and I were still married after 37 years. He was so excited, cajoled us into standing up and hugging him. Later on we saw him dancing with an older woman up near the jukebox. Our barmaid told us it was his mother.
At around 8:30pm, 30 minutes past closing time I wanted another beer. Our barmaid came over to the table to check on us. I told her I wanted another beer, but I would not order one if she wanted us to leave. She looked like she wanted us to leave, but agreed that because she had work to do in the back room I could have another beer. Megan wanted another margarita too.
We joked with the barmaid about a local bar wanting to close at 8pm on New Year’s Eve. When I asked her what she was going to do after work she said she was going to go home and cook Bang Bang Shrimp. I asked if we could come over and she said yes. I’m a smart man. Bum was there and I knew the barmaid only wanted a bigger tip. She left laughing to get my beer. She came back with my beer but forgot Megan’s drink.
We finished up laughing and cutting up with the barmaid by about 8:45pm. We were nearly the last people out of the bar. On the way out of the bar we saw the sign on the doors. Handwritten on yellow ledger paper, “Closing at 8pm New Year’s Eve.”
We didn’t get a chance to close down the year in this local bar, but we closed down the local bar on New Year’s Eve.
Normally if we were told to exit a local bar at 8pm on New Year’s Eve we would consider it a New Years Eve Failure. However, everything else that happened that night made it somewhat successful, ie – funny.
“All I expect from my children is that they find a way to become a contributing member of society.” Sometimes I continue with, “It does not matter to me what you do, just do something that adds some value to your community.” I’ve changed my view of this edict. Continue reading We can all be a Contributing Member of Society
Last weekend (8/23/2014) I spent time in the NICU of Mission Children’s Hospital when our newest GrandWeWap Twins were born that morning. My second daughter Rachel and her husband Sid Trivette, the proud parents were there with my wife, Rebecca (aka Bum) and two other daughters (Jessie & Lauren).
Abigail & Rosalee had challenges, yet I prayed and believed that God would guide the good folks at the hospital to safely get the girls thru this period in their young lives.
Abigail and Rosalee were nearly 5lb babies and born at approximately 34 weeks (full term births are between 37 & 42 weeks).
While waiting for the nurse and doctors to take care of our girls, I walked the NICU floor and saw many other children that believed needed our prayers.
That weekend there were 48 babies in this NICU. At least nine sets of twins according to one of the nurses working there.
As I walked around I saw lots of babies being taken care of by dozens of doctors and nurses. There were portable x-ray equipment moving around the floor, lots of equipment being monitored and medical supplies, drugs and fluids being distributed. It was a very busy and emotional place to be.
I saw and looked into the faces of lots of anxious parents. I saw excitement, fear and hope all bundled up in the eyes of these parents. I intentionally shared a smile with each glance, and often received a smile back.
I continued quietly walking the floor until I came back to section C where our girls were. I walked up to Abigail and gave her a “Boppy” finger hug. She hugged me back with her tiny little fingers. I walked over to Rosalee, hugged her finger as well and she returned the hug too.
Today (Monday September 1, 2014) I got an email message from some professional friends at The Green Shoe Studios that reminded me that I live a blessed life.
With, 9 Grandkids, four daughters and their respective partners and my wife of 34 some odd years, my life is filled with excitement, happiness and love. We have our challenges, but all in all I live a very blessed life.
When I read the message from Green Shoe Studios and watched the YouTube video I knew I should share it with you.
Watch this video, listen to the story and then think for a moment, do you too live a blessed life? If you feel the desire, do what you want and can to help Aiden and his family. And, take another moment and lift a prayer for NICU babies.
Thanks for letting me share this with you.
I originally wrote “How Many Mikes do you know.”
Here is what I discovered about the women in my LinkedIn Network.
Out of now 3890 people, here is a list of the women’s names that showed up 10 or more times each.
Each of these individuals are unique in their own right, even though, not in name.
I hope you enjoyed this little un-scientific research.