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On March 27, 2011, I had the honor and privilege of speaking at the Mount Carmel All Sports Banquet. The banquet honored student-athletes from Mount Carmel Academy which is an HISD contract charter school. In attendance were a mighty 300 strong Mount Carmel grandparents, parents, administrators and mentors all there to witness what turned out to be a very exciting and joyous occasion for all.

I have to thank Ricardo McDonald, the scheduled speaker, as he had a last minute conflict that would not allow him to attend. He called me up and asked if I could fill in for him. Then with the expressed verbal consent from my wife, after checking the family calendar; I was able to go. You have to be married to get that one. 

Usually I like to open up with a light hearted joke or story. So, after thanking the crowd I mentioned how they were a beautiful audience. I asked the crowd to turn to the person on their left and say “I look good tonight. So, what happened to you?”

They got a kick and great big ole laugh out of it.

Mount Carmel is a small school but I could instantly tell that the coaches and athletes there knew what it meant to play big and win big. They know how to win. On the wall were banners posted representing their past championships from various sports in 2008, 2009 and 2010. This is even more incredible as the school does not have any sports facilities to call their own and routinely has to find venues to hold practice at. On top of that they play all of their home games and another school. This sounds like a movie to me. Somebody call Oliver Stone!!

A memorable moment of the night was when the 2010 State Champion boys basketball team was called to come up to receive their jerseys. I could see the emotion coming from their face. It was joy, some holding back the movie like one tear, all mixed in with happiness. Most of the young men had already graduated. I think all but one or two had to make a special trip to come back to the banquet to get their championship jerseys. It was awesome.

One more not to be over looked unofficial award given out at the ceremony was “Best Dressed Award”. I do not remember the young student-athletes full name but you may be able to see him in the pictures. He had on a purple pastel colored suite with the matching now-later gators. It was fresh!

I must also recognize the pecan pie and the lemon pie. It was “GOOD”. I wanted to thank the chef personally but did not get a chance to shake her hand amidst the crowd.

 The event was hosted by the parents and Mount Carmel Athletic Club.

I would like to thank all the Mount Carmel 300 for laughing at my jokes, the students for doing such a great job over the past season and the Moms for giving me such a great gift.

I can’t forget Sal Rico for sending me the pictures. I appreciate it. Check them out below.

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Bon Ton Louisianne

This past weekend, May 14, 2011, was the annual Bon Ton Louisianne Festival  “Good Time Louisiana” was held at The Stafford Centre at 10505 Cash Road in Stafford, Texas, on the Southwest side of Greater Houston. This was a great Louisiana Style celebration of Louisiana Culture, Food and Music.

You needed to be there.

 It was a lot of… “Yeah Chas”, Zydeco Music and a great big ole pile of Laissez les bons temps rouler (lay-say lay bawn tawn rul-lay), check your Cajun dictionaries for proper translation.  

When I walked in it was like being back in Baaa-tone Roouge (Baton Rouge). There were old ladies dancing in circle by themselves and old man bopping around. The young folk were just coming in behind me. I stayed most of the day mingling and having a good time.

The Food was Caaaajjjjuunn Style.  There were crawfish of course, beer and other great delicacies.  I enjoyed the “Pistol”. The Pistol was a roll filled with a creamy Cajun sauce, shrimp, crab and cheese. It was terrific. I nominate it as my food of the Festival.

Not to be out done there were also other foods such as Boudin, The Natchitoches Meat Pie, Jambalaya and Cajun Shrimp. I’m hungry right now. Give me a second while I get a sandwich.

Now you know you can’t have a Louisiana Festival without having LSU in the place. The LSU Houston Alumni Chapter had a booth and true to form they had everybody visiting. We had some characters stop by. If I had the presence of mind to take some pictures I think you would have enjoyed.

They also had some great bands.  Performing at the festival were Cowboy Mouth, Great blast from the past LeRoux, River Road, Bayou Roux and The Zydeco Dots.

I did get to take few pictures of the LSU Booth and the event stage so check it out below.

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Motivating Field Safety

Recently I had the honor of speaking at the Houston Operations offices of the company Structural located in Deer Park.

The company was conducting a roll out of their new safety initiative Frontline Safety. This initiative is designed to increase work place safety and awareness, bring about cultural change and shift ownership of the safety program to the employees.

To start off as any good speaker would do, I introduced myself and gave a brief history of my life. While driving to this speaking engagement I tossed around the idea of illustrating the contradictions of safety by using these three descriptions.  A Gun, Faith and Safety/You.

I felt that by mentioning a gun I would really grab the audience’s attention. Boy did that work.

I first drew a line on the presentation board. Next I took the audience through a series of percentages by taking away and adding percent points to this make-believe gun until we arrived at 60/40. I then passed around this make-believe gun with two bullets in it. Next I asked the audience who would like to pull the trigger at their head knowing that they would have a 60/40 chance of living or 40/60 chance of the gun not firing. As you guessed it, no takers.

It was great and I could really tell they loved it. The message behind this illustration was that although everyone says it “ I don’t want to get hurt”, yet people continue to take 60/40 or 40/60 chances with their lives everyday. When they drive too fast down the highway without a seat belt on or climb a scaffold then walk around without being properly tied off(proper use fall prevention equipment).

We had an amazing time and I was able to make a lot of great and wonderful acquaintances in a short time.

I was able to get a few pictures while I was there. Check em out below.

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A few weeks ago on April 30th President Obama visited the stormed beaten areas of Tuscaloosa Alabama. I listened to statements he and others made as they surveyed and internalized the damage created by the Tornado. I haven’t been able to watch a lot of T.V. recently so I have not seen a lot of images to get a feel of the damage, destruction and pain caused by the Tornado.

Well that changed today. I got an email from a friend who is associated with a person who was directly in the storm. This person tells their story in such a great and awesome way, that I felt move to share it. It may be out there circulating now in the forward and send world of emails, which is o.k. I just felt it needed its own dedicated space to be seen and not looked at as just another chain email string.

Here it is below. It is a long read but well worth it:

University of Alabama Student-Storm Account

This is my experience during the tornado that swept through Alberta and Tuscaloosa in as much detail as I can muster with the medication I am on. I need to put this down for therapeutic reasons and for others to read because I can’t keep re-telling this story. If you are to take anything away from this story it is two things: 1) God saved so many people that day including me and 2)disasters bring out the absolute best in some people…and the absolute worst in others. I am going to write down the events exactly as I remember them while I still can. I will add details that I have gathered from accounts by my neighbor and judging from materials stuck inside my body. I would also like to point out that any person I don’t reference by name (such as neighbor) I had not really met before. Here goes:

At roughly 4pm on April 27, 2011, I was sitting in FI 414 class listening to presentation on industries and the severe weather alarms went off and the University cancelled classes for the rest of the day. I considered staying on campus, but I saw everyone else leaving and decided I would be fine going to my apartment (face palm). This is probably my biggest regret of my life purely for the fact that I let the actions of others sway my opinion and nearly kill me. I walked to my truck that was parked roughly a mile away near the Coliseum. I knew we were in for a storm when the wind knocked my backpack off my shoulder halfway there. I made it to my truck and drove to my apartment that was located at the intersection of University Blvd. and 25th Avenue East in Alberta City, AL. During my drive, I received several texts from both my older and younger sisters warning me that some severe storms were heading to my area. Naturally, I discounted them as hysteria and paranoia and continued on my merry way. I got to my apartment at roughly 4:30pm and popped a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner. I turned on my computer and pulled up my assignments for the night. As I began working through my homework, I got some more texts from friends warning me of the weather. I assured them all that I would be perfectly safe in my sturdy apartment. The timer for the pizza went off so I got it out of the oven and took two slices to my room. I hadn’t eaten much for lunch so I was ravenous. I ate nearly the entire pizza. This small detail probably saved my life. More on that later.

The power in my apartment went out at roughly 5pm and so I opened the shades on my window to read and look outside. I noticed the trees behind my apartment swaying at a steep angle. Then I decided I should probably close all windows and doors. I did so. Just then my buddy Sean Philips texted me that I should find cover. I was coming up with a clever retort about how paranoid he is being when my ears popped really hard and I heard what sounded like a train outside my window. I had watched enough news to know this meant a tornado. I jumped into my closet and slammed the door shut. I felt the whole building shaking so I grabbed the door knob and held it shut with all my strength. Then I heard tearing and ripping noises which had to be my back wall tearing away. At this point, I wanna point out that if any of these events had occurred slightly differently or in a different order, I would have been buried. Anyway, the back wall tore away from the building and the door to my closet began shaking open and I kept pulling it back closed. After a couple seconds of this struggle, the door and I were sucked out of the closet and through the back wall. I never rose more than a couple feet off the ground but, judging from memories of where things were, I flew about 40 feet total. The winds flung me from the back wall into the chain link fence 10-15 feet behind my apartment with enough force to leave bruises of the chain links in my side. It then flung me back into some piles of rubble where I was then rolled around on the ground for about 15 seconds before it subsided slightly. I looked up from my prone position and I was lying on tile floor and I could see my neighbor lying on top of her baby trying to shield her. I also heard myself screaming and realized I had been screaming the entire time but hadn’t noticed.

The winds were beginning to pick up again so I ran over to my neighbor and threw myself on top of them to try and shield them. Somewhere along the way I stepped on a piece of wood with enough force to shove a 3-inch piece through the bottom of my foot. Please take note, this was not an act of heroism, but desperation. As far as my concussed mind could think, I truly believed during that split second that we three were the only beings left in a world that had dissolved around us. I acted to try and preserve the only other people left in this Hell so I wouldn’t be alone if I survived. I laid on top of her and immediately the winds picked up again. I was bombarded with (judging from wounds and what is still imbedded in my back at the time of this writing) glass, roofing shingles, pieces of wood, and a Bic pen. LOL. I know this for sure because I pulled it out of my side when I stood up. The storm finally dissipated after roughly 10-20 seconds and slowly stood up. Due to adrenaline and shock, I did not notice any of the injuries I suffered. However, I did notice that I could barely hear anything and my ears were bleeding from the pressure of the storm (the earlier popping that alerted me of the tornado). Everyone’s ears were. The poor baby’s ears were pouring blood. At this point, I surveyed my body. My jeans, watch, glasses, and shirt had been ripped from my body.Somehow, I was still holding my iPhone in my right hand. Just then a call came through. It was my older sister, Christina. I could only stare at it in disbelief before answering. I don’t remember our conversation, but she later relayed it to me. Here it is as she remembers it:

Christy: Randy??? Randy???

Me: Kiki! My apartment; it’s gone. The baby is bleeding. I lost my glasses. My foot is bleeding bad. There are people stuck. I have to go.

I then hung up the phone because people were screaming from within piles of rubble. I limped over to the nearest pile where one of my neighbor’s head was sticking out from beneath a section of roof. I pulled off a couple small pieces of wood before collapsing. I think I blacked out for a couple seconds. Next thing I remember, he is digging himself out. He comes to check on me and almost slips in the puddle of blood and water at my feet. He tears off his shirt and ties it around my foot (I had no shoes or socks on before it hit). He helps me stand and we look around at the damage. I see my childhood friend Austin and his girlfriend Mary and their dog that live six doors down from me. They are standing in their bathroom. I yell to them and then begin trying to crawl out. At some point I believe a neighbor (maybe Mary) throws me a woman’s loafer which I put on my left foot to protect it. It was a left shoe that was about 2 sizes too small but I barely noticed. I can’t walk because of my foot so i throw some sections of my couch across the short wall of sharp debri between me and what’s left of the parking lot and begin crawling on my hands and knees across. Due to the composition and layout of the debris, I am forced to crawl on my belly under my truck to get out (it was then parked in my living room and totalled).

I finally reach the parking lot covered in blood, dirt, oil, and sheetrock dust. I lend a neighbor my phone and then I spot my friend and neighbor, Brandon and hobble to him to check him out. Amazingly, he is unhurt. We both hear someone yelling that another storm is about to touch down in the area so we immediately take off to find shelter. I lose track of everyone else. Austin and Mary help dig out some neighbors. Brandon lends me his shoulder and we begin walking (me hopping) to the Piggly Wiggly down the street. We hear that they are not letting people in so we detour to the local Save-A-Lot and ask the manager if he is letting people in. He lets us in. I sit on the nearest checkout station while Brandon runs to find first aid supplies. He finds peroxide, paper towels, and scotch tape. I use what little Spanish I know to try to cheer up a small hispanic child that was crying near me. I begin to feel very faint from blood loss so I start chugging as much Gatorade as possible to keep blood sugar up so I don’t pass out. The pizza I ate earlier also probably kept me awake and alive. Brandon begins cleaning and wrapping my foot. We then see that there is still wood sticking out. We wrap paper towels and tape over it to try to stop the blood loss.

I then begin to feel a slight itchy, burning sensation on my back so I asked him to take a look. He says that I have a few cuts on my back. I’m glad he didn’t tell me the extent to which it was messed up. We stay in the store and wait for the next tornado to touch down. I sit on a rolling cart so that Brandon could quickly wheel me to the back if it came. We were all getting ready to run to the back and lock ourselves inside the freezer. I tell Brandon to gather some food and water in case we are trapped inside the store. I feel prepared, so I try to slow breathing and heart rate to slow blood flow. Some time later (I began losing track of time and events) we see people run into the bank to steal money and cops arrest them. This pissess us all off for obvious reasons. Brandon and I walk (and hop) up to the Texaco because we hear they have set up a triage center there. We get there and they turn us away so we go back to the store. I am exhausted from blood loss and hopping everywhere. I should point out that I am hopping down the street wearing only my silver cross necklace and boxers and the homemade bandages on my foot. It’s funny now, not so much then.

We stay in the store for a while. A woman who was in the store earlier comes running back and leads a cop to where I’m lying. I owe her and Brandon both my life. I would have bled out within a couple hours if that cop hadn’t found me. He calls in a truck and I jump in the back and they drive me to the hospital. I ask for pen in the bed of the truck so I can write my name and medical info and mom’s phone number on my body in case I pass out again and can’t talk to nurses. We get to the hospital and I am assigned a radomized name for legal reasons (Raja Ed Downtime). I ask over and over again for them to call my mom to check on Jessica because she is home alone in Homewood and I heard a storm passed by there.

I will never forget the nurse who helped me, Nurse Jackie. She checked up on me throughout my X-Rays and CT scans and stitches over the next 6-8 hours. I felt like I was her only patient although she likely had scores of them at this time. I plan on thanking her personally as soon as I can travel.

This is where the story ends. I am just one person among hundreds, possibly thousands of people hurt in a city where neighbors and strangers alike risked their own lives to save each other. I tried to help who I could any way I could and I owe my life to many others. Thank you, Nurse Jackie for consoling me while I was alone for those many hours. Thank you, Brandon for lending me a friendly shoulder and thinking only of others. Thank you, Lady from Save-A-Lot for finding me a ride to the hospital. Thank you, Mom for forcing Delta airlines to let you off of a plane preparing to take off. Thank you, Jimmy and Jessica for looking throughout hospital (and morgue) for me for hours before finding me. Thank you to the men and women of the National Guard, fire departments, and police departments around the state. Many of us wouldn’t have made it without ya’ll. And, of course, thank you, GOD. Even as the clothes and material possessions were ripped from my body, your symbol stayed firmly around my neck and in my heart.

It is long, but I can already feel a massive weight lifted from my chest. This note has done its job. If you are reading this, you are my friend and share the honor of calling me “pal”.  😉