How do we measure success?

The was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied only a little while.Image

The businessman then asked why he didn’t stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, señor.”

The businessman scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But señor, how long will this all take?” To which the businessman replied, “15-20 years.” “But what then, señor?” The businessman laughed and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” “Millions, señor? Then what?” The businessman said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, “Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?”

-Author Unknown


Metaphor of Life, Driving

Driving is a true metaphor of my life or the life I want. I remember begging my pops to let me drive. Yes I was able to take the wheel but that’s not the kind of driving I wanted to do. I told him that I love driving and if he let me drive I would drive forever. Well he never had the chance to give me the keys to drive, he retired and stayed home most of the time.  I did get to drive one time in Detroit of all places but it was not my Pop’s car, it was his cousins husbands car, keep in mind I was maybe 12 at the time.  Grandpa (Pop’s) was not happy that he let me drive on our way to Lake Michigian for get together. 

I have so many memories about me and cars what I remember most is what inspired this post. When I’m behind the wheel everything is crisp. My judgment is direct and clear without secon guessing myself. Something about high speed makes be be even more aware. Yet in life I’m playing comfortable, maybe not as comfortable as others but more than I really want. All my life I’ve taken risk but they never seem to pay what I project add a family and you get me wanting the fast life moving slow.  I feel the most at home in my car driving, my giess is because it’s my ass on the line if anything happens. It’s a responsibility Idrake on willingly because I have that much confidence or I’m just that cocky. 

This really is just a random thought that I need to go deeper to see what’s there. 

Namaste and drive safe, I’m on the road with you.

The Language of Love

Love has a language of its own, yet really all you have to know is it is the way.  I love the movie The Passion of Christ, not because it was easy to watch by any means.  I loved it because it spoke the truth of what God is, God is Love, the truth and the way. 

I recently went to see the movie Red Tails, in that movie the Love/Romance was a pilot seeing what he though was a beautiful Italian women on a roof top hanging clothes on a line.  They waved at each other with a smile of course and you would think that was it.  The pilot appears to be a bit of a womanizer based on what they want us to believe about the pilot.  After landing the plane he jumps in a jeep to go find this women from the roof top.  Once he find her he finds out that she does not speak English and he does not speak Italian.  He tails his friends that she is the one and only one that he wants to be with.  Her mother is or seems excited to have her daughter involved with a military man.

It was hard to tell how the women felt at first but after watching them together you could tell she cared for him as well.  The point here is they could not speak to each other in a common understanding, yet they were clearly speaking to each other on the Love Connection or Love Language.  Even when you do speak the same native language you could be speaking in different languages.  Women speak Women while men speak man, neither are right or wrong just harder to understand for the opposite sex.  Does this mean they are unable to connect or speak to one another? I don’t think so but what it does mean is you have let that universal language of love speak louder.

I don’t know why it is that men speak such a totally different language than women, I guess it is not totally different but yet different enough.


Why Buy American

I posted a picture of the sun setting and a car was in my shot.  Someone commented to me “Buy Anerican”  But I know they meant American.  Do you feel obligated to buy American if the quality sucks?  It’s been my experience that many of the parts for these American made products are not made in America.  As far as cars go I love a Mercedes always have and always will.  This brand is not cheap to buy or maintain and that is a flaw, but with safety and style being what matters most to me, the CL-Class wins.  I don’t currently own one but I think I haven driven more than the average person and close to the avg Benz owner.  My Pops has sold them for over 10 years and I was fortunate to get to test drive them.  being 18 years old and someone trusting you with 80k worth of car by yourself is a good feeling.

The American trucks are a little better but if you compare it to some of the Japanese ones they have a fight on their hands.  I have been a GM man all my life, its how I was raised.  But then the more reliable car was (Toyota) was introduced to me.  Then a safe care (Mercedes) was shown to me and I was allowed to drive it, if you want to talk about love at first everything.  When I sold cars I sold new Nissan and pre-owned Mercedes, and I got the job because of my pops.  I kept the job because I could sell Benz’s, I sold more than anyone else in my starting class.  Why because I sold the sizzle not the steak.  You already knew you want a steak I just helped you see the sizzle in a Benz.

The Air Land & Sea is the most elegant car I have ever driven, I have to put that in because I have not driven many of the other non-American cars I like.  To be honest the Benz makes me like a kid in the candy store, I love it (CL-Class) every time I see it.  Yes I like the others as well but that is the one I landed on ever since it’s debut as the SEC.  For those that don’t really understand this the SEC is a coupe version of the S-Class and the CL is the most expensive base model Benz you can buy. 

OK I have got on a tangent but I think this clearly explains why buying American is not the best choice if you love something else.  Buying American is good for the economy and good for our pride, but take your pride and ego out of this equation and build a great product.  Stop being bottom line driven when you can just be bottom line conscious.

Thanks for reading

Frigidaire Dishwashers Suck

This is a rare post from me because I really don’t like complaining about things.  But This time I have had enough of this issue with out dishwasher.  I sold appliances for 5 years and when it came to dishwashers Frigidaire was and as far as I can tell is the worst.  Not because it looks bad but because just as I use to say when people wanted to buy the low end one, “are you planning on cleaning them before you put them in the dishwasher”?  Now here I am years later basically having to do just that.  Yes we have hard water, yes we are renting the house so you know I would have never got this pieces of a piece.

Frigidaire is the if not the cheapest dishwasher you can buy.  Don’t get me wrong GE was terrible as well but if you got a mid range model you were good, not to mention they went through some major changes to get up to par with the leaders.  My point of this is why is Frigidaire trying to reinvent a good dishwasher when they can’t get the basics down?  Someone they trust and will listen to needs to tell them to stick with the basics, I think I will send this to them.  The sales they have are all based on price, and price alone.  I would be the CEO does not even have one in his house, and if he does he is not aware of how awful it cleans because he does not use it or he is never home to.

Sorry everyone but I had to get that out there.

Make The Call, Most Importantly Pick Up The Phone

This is a post I never wanted or planned to write, so if I cut some of this story short this is why.

On Sept. 29th 2011 I was to have a dentist appointment in South Beach California, but the day before I was called to reschedule because dentist being sick.  I thought not much of it other than I’m glad they told me rather than getting there and then them telling me, you would be surprised how much that happens here in LA. 


On the 29th my family was planning on going to see my Aunt in Big Bear for a day of exploring and fun.  Before leaving while I was in the kitchen they started to leave, I thought to myself so Lilli is not going to give me hug and kiss before leaving?  At that moment she turned around and came back in to give me exactly that.  What I did not know of don’t remember is that Lilli did not want to go, she wanted to go to a friend’s house instead.  After they left I sat in the chair and started playing my video game for some morning time enjoyment before work.  After about 45 min. The phone rang with a number and area code I had never seen before.  I answered and on the other end was my wife is distraught speaking very unclear, other than the word accident.  I asked where they where trying to gather some info for the severity of the accident, at this point I am already turning of game and putting dog away.  The phone was then passed to my oldest Alyssa and she said exactly the same thing we were in an accident, by this time I am out the door only wanting to know where they are at so I can rush to the scene to do what I have no idea, Alyssa told me 215 and Haven. Most of my reality thinking was chucked out the window and the reason is if an accident happens on side of the road the highway’s basically shut down, so I would have never got to the accident in enough time anyways.

At this point I am in the car and I have no idea where Haven is so I turn on GPS towards my aunts assuming it will take me there.  After driving about 45 min and no sign of an accident I pulled over to call my wife (Nikki) and when she did not pick up I called Alyssa and she did not pick up.  I then called the number back that they called me from and the lady Jessica answered.  She tells me some hard to hear info, that my Lilli was thrown from the car but was alive.  I then asked here what city the accident happened in so I could find out what hospital they were taken to.  She said the city was Rancho Cucamonga, I then called the police and they told me they knew nothing about the accident and suggested I call CHP.  When I called Them they said they did not know anything about it and to call the city police again, after a little run around I finally found out they were taken to Arrowhead Medical Center.

Now keep in mind that I drove about 45 min in a direction that seemed totally out-of-the-way of where the accident was, only to find myself 3 miles from Arrowhead Medical Center.  Once I get to the Medical Center and find parking I get a call from the Officer advising me of the accident.  I ask what hospital they are at because I still don’t know if they are at Arrowhead or not, he tells me as far as he knows they are all at Arrowhead.

When I get to this big hospital with a courthouse jail house attached to it I am lost.  Security check points to enter I am just trying to see my family.  After getting through all of that I get to the ER desk and ask to see my family.  The lady’s response is what are the names.  I ask for Nikki and they confirm they are here and who would I like to see first, my response is Lilli.  The lady tells me that she does not see her at this hospital.  At this point I could have lost it because I was not ready for that.  I then ask to see Nikki because I need to gather info for my next moves.  I go in to see Nikki and she is alert and very happy to see me and her response is one of the reasons I married her, “Go be with Lilli, go find her”.  I now go check on Alyssa she looks to be about in the same shape of Nikki so I kissed her and told her I had to find where Lilli is and I love her.  My Mother In-law was with them so I went to check on her and she looked bad, meaning lots of attention was being paid to her needs.  At this time the nurses and/or doctors are getting the address and phone number for the hospital where Lilli is at.  I kiss my wife and tell her I will be back as I bolt out the room to be with my child who is all alone in the ER with who knows what is wrong.

When I get to the ER where Lilli is I am floored to see her in that position yet happy to see her notice me and shed a tear.  You could live a million years and you will never be prepared to see your child like that.  She was in this neck brace unable to move and in more pain then I think I could handle.

After a couple  or a few day’s we went to get articles from the car, I was not expecting to see this either.    DAAAM was the words that came out of my mouth when I saw this.

For them to have the injuries they have considering this view I knew I was blessed and that all the Angles in the world were there to support the Rogers Family.

This post is to explain to us all that it is very important to pick up the phone when it is ringing.  In an emergency your lucky if you get to make one phone call and it could be the last time you get.  So blocked, out of area, bill collector or whoever answer and deal with what is on the other line.  Make the phone call if you want to talk to a person, don’t wait for them to call you because the phone may never ring in that case.

I want to thank any and all of you for your thoughts and prayers during this time of dealing with this accident.  I also want you to know that most of them have stopped and I understand because you did not live it and you’re not living it.  I deal with this everyday when I see my child’s scare from surgery, or the constant doctors appointments for my girls.  Also for the emotional scare that has plagued us for the rest of our lives.  Please don’t feel guilt to be interested now after not but I pray that you never have to experience anything like this n your life.

I want to thank Toyota for making the Matrix with such safety features that would help limit the injuries to my family but I would truly like to thank the Universe for creating Ice Plant for my baby to land on and to the city for planting it.




Time Is On Your Side

On this New Years Eve I figured I would write this post after being inspired by my Auntie Lisa and my wife, who is writing a post of her own next to me.

I realized this year 2011 that I have a very dysfunctional relationship with time. I use it, and spend it but not always the way I would like to, imagine that. What makes it dysfunctional is that feel I never have enough time, so I am always trying to maximize the time, in ways like books on CD to maximize my driving time to work. Being efficient with my doings during the day, so I can have some “down time”. I am not saying that the things that I do as described are bad things, because they are not. What is bad is how I feel about my lack of time.

After realizing this I took up some hobbies, collecting Cigars, playing with R/C Helicopters for me to feel somewhat at peace with how my time was being spent. What slows me down is the knowing fact that our time here on earth is limited. At anytime this could all be over and for me that is not a good thought considering I have not done most of what I set out to do. Yes I have done more than many but that does not fill me because I am not in a race or competing with anyone. If today was the last day on earth I would be sad not only because of the hurt my family would feel but also because I feel I have only lived half of my life. To quote Tupac Shakur “I came a long way but still I got so far to go”. Time is one of the most precious thing we have control over, yet we piss on it in one way or another.

When I think of time I always think of Rod Stewart – Young Turks –

“Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side,
Don’t let them put you down, don’t let ’em push you around,
don’t let ’em ever change your point of view”

Time is on your side is what sticks out the most because it is what we tell ourselves that slows us down. That sentence reminded me of what the Late Great Mrs. Clarissa M. Walker would say “Your moving to fast”. I always thought I understood that but I see her lessons are always unfolding to me. I am the most blessed person I know when it comes to my family, they have all taught me something that I use everyday of my life. Some of them don’t even know the lessons and that can be some of the best teachings.

So for this New Year 2012 make it the best 2012 ever, you only get one. The first thing you can do to kick that off is give yourself a checkup from the neck up, that will start you on the longest 18″ journey you will every make in this lifetime.

I leave you in Peace, Love & Respect


Charles J. Rogers