The Only Lesson - Softcover

McKenna, Bill

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1452535027 ISBN 13: 9781452535029

Verlag: BalboaPress, 2011

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In this true story and journey of discovery, Bill McKenna shares a life of intense experiences. He earned his black belt, learned to fly planes and helicopters, ran marathons, 50 and 100-mile endurance races, survived a several hundred foot free-fall in a skydiving mishap, and saw his life's dream shipwrecked by an unseen island. The journey brought financial success and catastrophe, a constant struggle with crash-and-burn relationships and a battle with depression. Nothing in his life would compare to the intensity of what he was about to experience, all of it quite by accident, and as his sister said, to the unlikeliest of people.

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Bill McKenna brings a life of intense experiences to the writing of this, his first book. While earning his bachelor's degree from Saint Mary's College in Moraga, California, he was awarded a black belt in a mixed martial art and started running a series of endurance races that culminated in the completion of the Western States one-hundred-mile run in California's Sierra Nevada mountains. While establishing a successful sales career, he continued pursuing various passions including skydiving, helicopter/airplane piloting, and yachting. More recently, he experienced a literal and figurative accident that inspired him to share his story. Raised in Chula Vista as the oldest boy in an Irish-Catholic family of twelve, he currently lives in Southern California.

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The Only Lesson

By Bill McKenna

BALBOA PRESS

Copyright © 2011 Bill McKenna
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-3502-9

Contents

Dedication.............................................................................viiForward................................................................................ixChapter 1: Youth.......................................................................1Chapter 2: Yacht.......................................................................7Chapter 3: Michelle....................................................................13Chapter 4: Aw Heck, I'll Do It: Learning to Forgive....................................19Chapter 5: Intuition: A Gift of Forgiving..............................................25Chapter 6: I'm So Drunk: More Gifts of Forgiving.......................................29Chapter 7: Fear and Love...............................................................35Chapter 8: A Tough Pill to Swallow.....................................................41Chapter 9: Stress, Love and Water: The Work of Doctor Masaru Emoto.....................47Chapter 10: Turn The Other Cheek.......................................................55Chapter 11: The Guy In The Gas Station.................................................59Chapter 12: Letting Go.................................................................63Chapter 13: Happiness Doesn't Fall From The Sky (or does it?)..........................67Chapter 14: You Are Love...............................................................73Chapter 15: Ego as Big as a House......................................................77Chapter 16: Why Is Everyone Being So Nice To Me?.......................................85Chapter 17: Uncaused Joy...............................................................89Chapter 18: Who Just Turned The Lights On?.............................................93Chapter 19: Now That The Lights Are On: Understanding Love.............................97Chapter 20: It's Simple................................................................101Chapter 21: Allow......................................................................105Chapter 22: Rearview Mirror............................................................109Chapter 23: A Shift in Perspective.....................................................111Chapter 24: The Lesson.................................................................115Summary................................................................................117Afterward: Do it Yourself..............................................................119Bibliography...........................................................................121

Chapter One

Youth

My earliest memories are very happy. I remember waking up in my bed, running down the hall, so excited to see my father and to jump into his bed for another bout of wrestling. We wrestle, play and laugh. It is so much fun. I am probably not yet two years old. Then I decide to bite him. Wow! That got a reaction. I received the first beating of my life. No more wrestling bouts. I thought I bit him on the leg, but reflecting on his reaction from the perspective of a "grown-ass man" to quote Oprah, I'm going to guess I took a bite out of his manhood.

I was born in the early Sixties to a second-generation Irish couple. My grandparents on both sides fled the hardships of Ireland for opportunities in America. They settled in New York City where my parents met and were married before they moved to Chula Vista, California. We lived a few miles from the Mexican border in the most southwest part of the United States. I was the third oldest of 12 children and the oldest boy in our strict Irish-Catholic family.

I recall being terribly angry as a child and this carried into my adulthood. I was prone to fits of rage. I had a terrible temper which I just could not control. I do remember a brief period at the very beginning of my life - my earliest happy memories of running down the hall to wrestle with my father. Then came the bite and its aftermath. Not long after that I walked in on my father beating up my mother. I was enraged and frightened. I stood in between them and screamed at him "don't hit my mom!" I was quickly ushered out and sent to my room. I can still recall how it felt.

"When I get bigger, I'm going to beat him up."

I desperately wanted him to die. I lived in fear of him and what might erupt at any moment. His anger was intense and unbridled. He disciplined through violence and the threat of it, coupled with techniques that seemed to come straight from the interrogation operation manuals of the CIA, KGB and Seal Team One. He would use a delightful combination of sleep deprivation, repetition, anger and threats sprinkled in with an assortment of well-timed and unexplained slaps, punches and choking. He walloped with belts or other handy tools of the trade at hand as he vacillated between being good cop/bad cop. These interrogation/ endurance sessions would go from days at a time stretching out to months in a few cases. They instilled a great amount of fear in me and that fear propelled me in many ways throughout my life. Fear manifested itself as generalized anger, hate, jealousy, judgement, violence, racism and assorted insecurities. On the flip side, I developed mental and physical endurance, focus as well as a high pain threshold.

I left home when I was 18, not a particularly big deal for me because I had been working since I could remember. My wife loves the story of my very first job. At three years old I would get on my tricycle and go knocking door to door asking, "You got any cookies?" I was pretty successful at it, going farther and farther until I was all the way around the corner on the other block. It was far enough away for people not to know who I belonged to, a long distance in those days. It's a wonder I was never harmed or worse. I always chalked that up to others instinctively knowing that "this one here is just too surly, I will certainly get bit in the process." I learned early in life that if you got out of the house before Dad got out of bed you had much better odds of not being the focus of a beating or an endurance session.

A child was born in our house every 18 months from the time I was five to 18 years old. Both my parents worked, so the older kids looked after the younger ones, cooked the meals and had, how shall I say it, "a liability exposure," for a beating should anything go wrong, as it often did. This was cause for concern and I was none too happy about the job. As you can imagine, there was also quite a bit of thrashing between the siblings, with lots of humor thrown in strangely enough.

Every kid in the house was "given" a song, usually about someone in their class that we perceived that they liked. All the kids would gang up and sing it to the targeted sibling of the moment/hour/day as they screamed and cried. This was inevitably followed by another family favorite song we made up called "feeling sorry for yourself," which was nothing more than those words melodically sung over and over. Somehow it gave us all great comfort, or at least those of us who were not the target of the moment.

I discovered an interest in martial arts from the age of eight. I desperately wanted to go to a local karate school but that was vetoed by parents who already considered me too violent. The last thing they needed was for me to become skilled at my propensity for opening up a can of whoop ass. The desire to learn martial arts was very strong. I convinced other students to teach me....

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: BalboaPress
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1452535027
• ISBN 13: 9781452535029
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 136
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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