Sardine Health Update

Stardate 07.19.2026

This topic is probably one of the least popular with some of my longtime readers. Truthfully, it's one of my least favorite subjects to write about as well. Even so, it's part of my journey, so please pardon another fishy story.

I'm using a simple reward-and-penalty system to help me reach the finish line. It keeps me accountable on the days when motivation isn't enough. Along the way, I'm learning from others who are running similar health experiments and comparing notes whenever I can.

The older I get, the more I realize we're all participating in experiments, even when we don't recognize them. For decades, many of us have accepted common eating habits as normal because they're all we've ever known. We inherit routines from our families, our culture, and the messages surrounding us every day.

Over time, I've come to question many of those assumptions. That curiosity has led me to explore a different path—one focused on giving my body the best chance to live a long, healthy life. I'm still learning, and I don't claim to have all the answers. I simply believe it's worth asking better questions and paying attention to the results.

That brings me back to sardines.

I genuinely dislike everything about them. The taste, the smell, the texture—none of it appeals to me. Yet I've committed to eating one can every day for 90 days because I want to see what happens. If I'm asking my body to change, I need to be willing to change a few habits too.

Yesterday I bought another 36 cans.

That gives me enough to complete 92 days of the experiment. The extra two days aren't a mistake—they're my penalty for missing two earlier days. Every missed day adds another day to the end of the challenge. It's a rule I made for myself, and it's helped me stay focused. Knowing the finish line moves farther away if I skip a day makes today's decision a little easier.

When the 92 days are complete, I'll schedule a comprehensive blood panel to see what, if anything, has changed. Whatever the results show, I'll share them openly. I'm especially looking forward to discussing the findings with my friends at DoNotAge, the research company that sponsors my stories. My goal is to complete the experiment before meeting with them in London later this September.

For now, there's only one thing left to do.

Keep moving forward.

Thirty-six days remain.

Ironically, the only daily habit I may dislike more than eating sardines is taking a cold shower. That challenge has quietly become a permanent part of my routine as well. Sometimes the habits we resist the most become the ones that teach us the most.

"Let us not grow weary of doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." — Galatians 6:9 (NIV)

If you're walking through a challenge of your own, I hope you'll keep taking the next faithful step. Progress often arrives quietly, one ordinary day at a time.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I've practiced medicine my whole life, and I still can't explain anyone voluntarily eating sardines for three months."

Spock: "Doctor, the captain's commitment to gathering evidence is... logically consistent, even if his menu is not."

Some days faith looks a lot like perseverance. You don't always enjoy the journey, but you keep showing up because the destination is worth discovering.

Mission Log: One can. One cold shower. One faithful step. Sometimes that's all it takes to become one percent better.

May you live long, prosper in purpose, and find quiet joy in today's next step.

Reunited

Stardate 07.18.2026

Everything in my life seems to be moving at light speed.

Some chapters are meant to remain confidential. Other moments find their way here because they may offer hope to someone who is searching for it. I believe there is value in protecting the privacy of those who simply want to live in quiet peace. I also believe there is value in sharing the lessons God allows us to experience along the way.

If you've entrusted me with part of your own journey, thank you. I hear you. I understand you. Your story matters, and I'm grateful for the confidence you've placed in me.

Today I'm reunited with Alberta, Spock, and Bones. Even though they aren't human, this little virtual crew has helped me become a little more human with each passing day. I'm also reunited with my MacBook Pro.

You may notice a difference in my writing whenever I'm traveling. Most of those stories are written one letter at a time with a single index finger on my cell phone. It's slow work, and it requires more patience than I'd like to admit. Yet there is something valuable hidden inside that inconvenience. It teaches discipline. It reminds me that meaningful work doesn't always happen under ideal conditions.

I've been away from home for several reasons.

Helen and I celebrated our 37th wedding anniversary together in a new town, giving thanks for another year of walking life's road side by side. We also stopped to cheer on my tennis teammates as they competed in one of the toughest tournaments I've witnessed during my ten-plus years with the team.

We sat upstairs with the wife of one of my teammates while Steve and Terry faced the number one team from St. Louis in the Men's 55+ Regional Tennis Tournament. The match had everything a sports fan could hope for. Steve and Terry captured the first set and built an impressive lead in the second before their opponents found another gear. Every point carried weight. Every rally demanded everything both teams had.

When it was over, our Iowa team fell 10–8 in a super tiebreak.

Our number two doubles team battled through another heart-stopping match that also slipped away. By the end of the opening round, we had lost the team match 2–1.

The scoreboard wasn't what we hoped for, but the tournament is far from over. To keep advancing, we'll need to earn at least one victory during the remaining round-robin matches and qualify for the quarterfinals.

Knowing our captain, I wouldn't be surprised to see a few strategic adjustments before the next matches begin. Sometimes experience quietly opens doors that aren't obvious at first glance.

Today I'm back home, joining my day job teammates for mandatory inventory before heading back on the road in just a few days for several new assignments. Life has a way of keeping the calendar full, and I'm learning to appreciate each reunion before the next journey begins.

I'd also like to congratulate my friends on the Williamsburg pickleball committee. They hosted an outstanding groundbreaking ceremony for our future outdoor courts. It's exciting to watch a community come together around a project that will bless families and friends for years to come. Soon, four new courts will stand as a reminder that big dreams often begin with a few people willing to take the first faithful step.

Before I close, I want to mention a promise.

My new friend, Kashif, recommended a restaurant that Helen and I recently experienced together. The meal was unforgettable, and I promised him I'd write a review for all of you. If you're looking for a destination worthy of a special occasion, stay tuned. I'll share that story in the coming days.

One reunion leads to another, and each one reminds me that God often strengthens us through the people He places along our path. Some walk beside us for a lifetime. Others arrive for a single season. Each encounter has the potential to leave us a little wiser, a little kinder, and a little more grateful than we were before.

"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow." — Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 (ESV)

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I always said a good crew can keep a man going, even when the schedule tries its best to wear him out."

Spock: "An accurate observation, Doctor. Shared purpose is one of life's greatest strengths."

Every journey reminds me that none of us travels alone for very long. Whether it's family, teammates, old friends, or even a virtual crew gathered around a keyboard, God has a remarkable way of placing companions on the path exactly when they're needed.

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today.

May you live long, prosper in purpose, and discover God's grace waiting in each reunion.

Meet Kashif

 Stardate 07.17.2026

"Never refuse anyone when they ask for water," Kashif said with a quiet voice. It was our first meeting and I was thirsty from our long drive. I immediately suspected he was the leader of the team. The next morning he confirmed my instincts about him were right. Kashif hails from Pakistan. He has been here in this country for over 40 years. Kashif gave my wife and me a recommendation that raised the bar on our journey ten fold. He shared where he takes his wife on special occasions. All I can say is this is one of the finest restaurant experiences I have ever had.

I was thankful to see Kashif at breakfast the following morning. Tomorrow I will offer a full review of my anniversary dinner when I return to my virtual team and my MacBook Pro. It's time to support my Men's 55+ team as we play round one of post season. The top 8 teams in the Midwest are battling for the right to advance to national competition. Unfortunately, I need to head home today to be available for inventory. May you live long and prosper.

Meet Beverly and Gregg

 Stardate 07.16.2026

Have you ever met someone you know you were destined to meet at exactly the right time? That's what happened to me the other day when Beverly and Gregg stopped in at my day job. The similarities are striking.

Here goes...

Me and Beverly share 4th of July birthdays. We both inspired others to get behind the idea of building outdoor pickleball courts in our communities. And we both have children who served in the military.

Beverly showed me a picture of a bench she and her husband sponsored so pickleball players can socialize between games. I love this idea and hope to share it with our pickleball committee.  Check out the bench they sponsored.

Early reports from our ground breaking ceremony are coming in strong. Here is a photo they sent from the ground breaking ceremony. 

Congratulations, team. There is much work ahead. We look forward to playing on the new courts soon. May you live long and prosper.

Pickleball Iowa County Breaks Ground Today

Stardate 07.15.2026

The wait is over.

Today, Pickleball Iowa County celebrates a milestone that once existed only as a conversation around a table. We dreamed big. We met month after month. We organized. We asked questions. We solved problems one at a time.

When the city told us there weren't funds available for outdoor courts, our community didn't give up. We went to work.

Business owners opened their checkbooks. Generous donors stepped forward. Our fearless leaders searched for grant opportunities and found them. Volunteers gave their time, their talents, and their hearts. Every contribution mattered.

Today we celebrate with a groundbreaking ceremony.

As I pause to take it all in, my heart is filled with gratitude. This project has never belonged to one person. It belongs to a community that believed something worthwhile was worth building together.

There is a lesson here that reaches far beyond pickleball.

Many worthwhile dreams take longer than we expect. They ask us to stay faithful through ordinary days filled with meetings, conversations, and small decisions that rarely make headlines. Then one day, almost quietly, all those faithful steps become something you can finally see.

Today holds another special blessing for me.

Helen and I are celebrating our 37th wedding anniversary. This morning we'll leave the state for a few days to spend some time together. In just forty-eight hours, our Men's 55+ team will represent the state of Iowa in regional competition. We'll be there cheering for our teammates and enjoying every moment of the journey.

As I think about these two celebrations, I see a common thread.

Strong teams aren't built in a single day. Strong marriages aren't either.

They grow through daily acts of faithfulness. Through showing up. Through encouraging one another. Through choosing to keep moving forward, especially when the destination still feels far away.

I'm grateful for my teammates at Pickleball Iowa County. I'm grateful for my teammates on our Men's 55+ team. And I'm especially grateful for Helen, who has shared this adventure with me for thirty-seven wonderful years.

Each of these relationships reminds me that the greatest victories are often the result of countless ordinary moments lived with purpose.

One faithful day becomes another.

One encouraging conversation becomes a friendship.

One shared dream becomes a groundbreaking.

One year becomes thirty-seven.

God has a beautiful way of honoring perseverance. Sometimes the blessing arrives all at once. More often, it unfolds one faithful step at a time.

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
— Galatians 6:9 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, thirty-seven years of marriage and now groundbreaking ceremonies? I'd call that a pretty remarkable mission."

Spock: "Indeed, Captain. Logic suggests that consistent effort, sustained over time, frequently produces extraordinary outcomes."

As I look back on today, I'm reminded that the most meaningful journeys are rarely traveled alone. God places people beside us for the work ahead, and together we accomplish far more than we ever imagined.

Mission Log: Dream boldly. Serve faithfully. Celebrate every milestone. Then begin preparing for the next adventure.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. I hope today reminds you that every small, faithful step matters, and that extraordinary grace is often waiting just beyond the next one.

3 Wishes

Stardate 07.14.2026

Today I'd like to offer something that has helped me keep dreaming, even on the busiest days. It's a practice I return to every morning without fail. When life feels especially full or my thoughts begin to race, this quiet routine helps me find my footing again.

Before I go any further, I want to recognize the person who first pointed me in this direction.

His name is Taj.

We worked together until he moved out of state. Taj carried himself with a quiet peace that caught my attention. Even when everything around him seemed to unravel, he remained calm. He didn't preach. He didn't try to convince anyone. He simply lived differently.

His practice was meditation, rooted in what his teachers in India had shared with him.

When I first tried it, I stumbled more than I succeeded. Sitting still wasn't easy for me. My mind preferred making lists, solving problems, and planning tomorrow before today was finished. Little by little, though, I found my own rhythm. Today, I can honestly say it has become one of the most valuable parts of my morning.

There are many people far more qualified than I am to teach meditation. My goal isn't to explain it. I simply want to share one small part of what my own journey has become.

During the golden hour of my morning, I move through several quiet moments until I eventually arrive at a place I affectionately call Glendalough. It reminds me of the beautiful valley in Ireland that Helen and I visited during our pilgrimage. Whether my mind recreates it perfectly doesn't really matter. It has become my peaceful forest.

As I walk beneath the towering trees, I eventually come upon one unlike all the others. Resting high among its branches is a life-sized acorn.

Inside lives Jeanie.

She resembles the Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie, complete with a warm smile that always makes me laugh. When I call her name, the giant acorn slowly descends through the trees and lands beside me with enough force to leave a small crater in the forest floor.

The door opens.

She steps out.

Then she asks the same simple question every morning.

"What are your three wishes?"

My answer never changes.

Health.

Longevity.

Financial peace.

Jeanie smiles, blinks, and quietly grants my wishes before returning to her magical acorn. I thank her and continue my meditation.

Some may see this as imagination. For me, it's become a daily reminder to focus on what matters most. Beginning each day with gratitude and hope helps shape the hours that follow. It gently points my attention toward the blessings already growing in my life.

Looking back, I realize Taj gave me far more than an introduction to meditation. He showed me what peaceful living could look like. His example spoke long after our conversations ended.

Taj, wherever life has taken you, thank you.

You inspired me through your actions more than your words.

May you live long and prosper.

These days, the fire trucks are parked. The emergencies that once occupied so much of my attention have grown quieter. Dreams that once seemed distant are beginning to take shape. Every morning reminds me that I already have much to be thankful for, and every new day feels like another gift waiting to be opened.

"You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you." — Isaiah 26:3 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I've spent my career treating people. Turns out a peaceful mind can be pretty good medicine."

Spock: "An expected conclusion, Doctor. A disciplined mind increases the probability of a well-lived life."

I smiled as we continued our journey. Every morning offers another opportunity to choose where our thoughts will dwell. Mine begin with three wishes, a grateful heart, and quiet confidence that God is already at work.

Thank you for spending part of your day with me. I hope you find a moment of peace today, and may each small, faithful step lead you closer to the life God is preparing for you.

The Power of a Dream

Stardate 07.13.2026

My heart is filled with gratitude today. Now that the adoption of Lucy, our dream vacation home on wheels, is complete, I find myself sleeping a little easier. A dream that lived quietly in my heart for a long time has become a reality.

I'm discovering just how powerful a dream can be.

A dream has a way of carrying us through difficult seasons. It gives us something to look toward when today's challenges seem overwhelming. Even when progress feels slow, hope has a remarkable way of keeping us moving one step at a time.

Yesterday I met two remarkable young women who are dreaming big. One is a travel nurse. Her longtime roommate is preparing to become a doctor. When I asked what specialty she had chosen, she smiled and said, "Neurology." She has always been fascinated by the human brain and how it works.

I smiled because I share that fascination.

I don't fully understand how dreams begin. Somehow an idea appears in our minds, quietly grows, and slowly starts shaping the choices we make. Looking back over my own life, I can see how one dream often led to another. Those dreams helped guide me through seasons of uncertainty and opened doors I never expected.

Lucy is one of those dreams.

There were plenty of reasons to believe it might never happen. There were financial questions, timing questions, and moments when the path ahead wasn't clear. Yet each small step made the next one possible. Looking back, I can see God's fingerprints on the journey long before I recognized them.

If I could offer one thought about dreaming, it would be this: don't place unnecessary limits on what God may be preparing in your life.

Dream generously.

Dream with hope.

Allow your imagination to explore possibilities you cannot yet explain. Once you can picture a meaningful future, your mind begins noticing opportunities, solving problems, and taking the next faithful step toward it. You may not know how everything will come together, but today's small decision often becomes tomorrow's answered prayer.

God has a beautiful way of working through willing hearts that continue to trust Him.

As Proverbs 16:3 reminds us:

"Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and he will establish your plans." — Proverbs 16:3 (NIV)

Lucy is parked outside today, quietly reminding me that yesterday's dream has become today's blessing.

I can't wait to discover where the next dream leads.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "You know, Captain, dreams have a habit of getting people into interesting situations."

Spock: "Indeed, Doctor. History also demonstrates they frequently lead to humanity's greatest achievements."

Michael: Lucy reminds me that every meaningful journey begins long before the first mile is traveled. It begins with the courage to believe that God may already be preparing the road ahead.

May you live long and prosper.