January 2012

"Be Still and Know"
(You Are Not Alone)

Many years ago, and for a long time, I had a favorite bookmark. On the front was a picture of a lighthouse on a desolate, rocky shore, and on the back was that famous quote, ďBe still, and know that I am God.Ē I left the part about God off of the title of this essay because I suspect that a lot of people, like me, may have a hard time relating to othersí brand of spirituality.

Looking at both sides of that bookmark always made me feel better. I wish I knew what happened to it. The picture on the front just had a calming effect on me, the way the beauty and majesty of nature tends to do, and the advice on the back is something Iíve tried to follow every truly conscious moment of my life, including now.

Be still. Itís pretty simple advice, but it does take some effort and some awareness, not just in the beginning, but constantly, and forever. Itís not something we just master and then weíve got it, like riding a bicycle. We have to keep after it, or we forget it; we have to use it, or we lose it.

And itís not just about sitting motionless, while our minds race away in a million different directions. Itís about focusing our attention in the heart. As Iíve observed countless times, whoever or whatever runs our selves and our universe is to be found there, inside us, at the soulís core. Itís the part that makes us truly divine. And thatís not all.

I am in your heart, and you are in mine. The people we love the most in all the world are within us, as are those we can no longer see. The purest and the best, indeed, the perfect part of us is not just similar, or even the same. We are not just alike. We are, in fact, one. Inseparable. Weíre all in there together.

This applies to the ones weíre not that crazy about, too Ė the ones we think have wronged us, the ones we think are mean or evil or stupid. The ones we think are better than us, or not as good. It can be helpful to remember that, the next time weíre tempted to judge.
I sometimes subscribe to a monthly audio program for members of my profession that always ends with the reassuring message that, ďWhen youíre on purposeÖ you are not alone.Ē I believe thatís right, and it is certainly helpful to keep in mind, but the truth is, we arenít alone either way. For better or worse, for good or ill, on purpose or not, all that we think, feel, say and do plays a part in the present and future reality of all the world. Itís an awesome and a terrible responsibility, and one that can only be fulfilled through quiet listening for the still, small voice of God that lies within us all.

Wishing you health, happiness and peace,

Dr. Frank Bowling

Two Stories BOTH TRUE from Rose Panaco

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street . But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."


World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American Fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes.. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.


Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son..

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