BLUE TSUNAMI

 

There are moments in history that shake you to your core and reveal who were are as a nation and what we are capable of in that moment in time. Tuesday's overwhelming Democratic victory across the country is one of those clearest example of that type of moment in my lifetime.

MLK said, "the arc of the universe bends towards justice." However, that bend in the road sometimes feels far too distant. Since 2024, it felt like we had taken a detour off that arc and somewhere towards autocracy and criminality in the highest levels of our government. A Republican Congress had abdicated its contitutional responsibilty to serve as a check on a uniquely imperial president, and the things they were abetting were truly horific - mass deportations to countries outside of the deportees nation of origin, ICE raids, medicaid budget cuts, dismantling of the NIH and the nation's scientific enterprise, and corruption throughout the executive branch. It was to these things that the American people loudly proclaimed, Enough!

That we await the results of razor-close races for senate seats in Alaska and Mississippi, in which the Democrat is leading, tells you the epic proportions of the Democratic wipeout this week. I never imagined such things could be possible!

More than anyplace, Texas - my home state - shocked me. It has been 32 years since a Democrat was elected to statewide off when Gary Mauro won his Land Commisioner race. On Tuesday, Democrats swept every single statewide office except for the senate seat held by Ted Cruz, who was not on the ballot this year! The won a senate seat, the governor's mansion, and even the Texas House! How did they do so? They ran candidates who were competent, empathetic, and focused on appealing to all Texans who thought their state had been broken by the brazen, unopposed actions of a Republican political machine and a billionaire named Elon Musk. The wreckage from their rule was all around in the countless data centers, closed schools due to private school vouchers, and people struggling to afford basic necessities like gasoline, food, and rent. I never thought I would see such a return to sanity and democracy in Texas in my lifetime. Now, I have seen it all.

There are some who say this year's election was more a repudiation of the Republicans, Trump, their war, and their policies than an endorsement of a new Democratic vision. I am not one of those people. Great candidates who met the moment in our country in their individual states and communities were every bit as responsible for victory than the other party's overreach. Now, come the hard part governing with a lame duck president, who has yet to demonstrate any willingness to compromise or collaborate. 

We shall see what happens next. No matter what occurs, we now have a chance to ride this blue wave - make that a tsunami - and present an alternate, compelling vision to the American people. We heard some of this vision on the campaign trail. Now, it is time to enunciate those values more clearly and put our principles into action. Hopefully, this momentum will continue, and we can ride this blue tsunami into the next election and implement an agenda to repair America for all its citizens. 

COMEBACK

We all face adversity in life. During those moments, it is easy to give in to despair and to give up hope. On Tuesday, Nicholas and I witnessed Argentina's improbable come from behind win against Egypt after being down 2-0 in the 78th minute. The game was a reminder that the only way through hardship is through our own belief.

My own life has been filled with challenges - professional and personal. I have persevered and not let setbacks bring me down or cause me to give up on what I value most. That resolve has been tested these past 12 months in a particularly difficult year.  Indeed, there have been many days when it felt like the life I had built was no longer tenable. Something kept me going though, and somehow I have continued to try to move forward. Giving up always felt like a fait accompli and something I just could not countenance.

Last Tuesday, Argentina's predicament seemed particularly grave. They had not played good football and were lucky to only be down by two goals. However, despite being 12 minutes away from World Cup elimination, the crowd made up of 90% Argentina fans never wavered. They urged the team on, singing in full voice. It was a magical atmosphere, one in which the impossible still seemed possible. The players must have felt this deep inside of themselves, too, but it is hard to underestimate the power of their vocal supporters. 

Messi delivered a beautiful ball in for a headed goal by Cristian Romero in the 79th minute. I grabbed Nicholas in my arms, and we both jumped for joy. Four minutes later, Messi latched onto a ball in the box and lashed it into the top of the goal to tie things up. We went wild again. 

The crowd urged the team on, and the Albiceleste grew in confidence. The chorus from the crowd felt like having a twelfth man on the field, and Argentina continued to press forward. 

In the third minute of stoppage time, Enzo Fernandez headed home what would be the game winner! We went wild, high-fiving and embracing each other and the friendly strangers in blue and white all around us. What a comeback! What an inspiration!

That night, I was reminded just what hope and resilience mean. I was also reminded how much I have been through and how I, too, like Argentina am still standing. I used to think that optimism was the belief that everything would work out. I now know that optimism is the belief that one will be able to handle a situation no matter how fraught it is or how things work out.

Last night in Kansas City, Argentina completed another great escape in extra time against Switzerland, scoring the game winner in the 112th minute of extra time. This team reminds us that if you think you can win, you still have a chance. While failure is an option despite our efforts, not trying should certainly not be!

BOTANICAL GARDEN AND BONSAI

One of my favorite places in Ann Arbor is the Matthaei Botanical Garden. Today, we decided to bike there on our usual route through Gallup Park and Parker Mills Park. 

It was a beautiful Memorial Day morning - 65 degrees and sunny without a cloud in the sky. Despite the rain the last few days, there was little humidity, and it felt refreshing to be outside.

Once we arrived, we decided to check out the Bonsai garden. There were a variety of plants, including some flowering bonsai, which I had never seen before!

I am sure there will be many more trips there over the summer. I cannot wait to see how much the garden has changed next time!

CITY BY THE BAY

I was in San Francisco last week visiting the medical school there, the University of California at San Francisco (UCSF). I had not been there in over a year and a half since the funeral of my friend, Felix, who had worked there. That trip was very short, and I did not even make it into the city. However, this time I stayed right in the middle of the action in the South Beach neighborhood near UCSF. 

It has been a while since I lived in a big city, and I was able to appreciate all that was on offer. I ran along the Embarcadero. I walked around quite a bit and explored the nearby sites.

I had some amazing meals, including one with some of the UCSF faculty and another with my friend, Leisha.

The weather was beautiful, and there was a palpable energy to the city. Young professionals, tourists, and hipsters ambled along the avenues or shared public transportation., moving like a river. One could not help but feel alive!

It was a wonderful trip to the City by the Bay. I hope I get back there soon!

GRATITUDE

We take so much in life for granted and often forget just how lucky we are. I was reminded of this on two occasions recently - both involving people with disabilities.

The first example took place at work, where the man in front of me in a wheelchair was trying to navigate the old, faulty, "automatic" door at our hospital. On a good day, the door barely opens. For this gentleman, this was more than a nuisance, it was a significant obstacle to simply getting to work. Fortunately, the door eventually opened, and he was able to enter.

When I was flying recently, a blind man took the seat in front of me. He tried to get the attention of his seat mate, saying, "Excuse me," multiple times. His seat mate did not answer because he was wearing his noise cancelling headphones. Finally, I tapped his seat mate on the shoulder to get his attention. During the flight, the blind man had to navigate eating his meal, getting his suitcase down, and disembarking. These are challenges I have never faced, and I was so inspired by how undaunted he was.

These two experiences were a reminder of all the reasons I have to feel grateful. I will try to remember this the next time I am feeling down or upset about life. If these men can overcome these challenges, it gives me hope that I can do the same.

RUNNING IN THE RAIN

One of our favorite family activities is going for walks in our neighborhood. Though we have several routes, our standard is up Vinewood Blvd. to Washtenaw Avenue, which we affectionately call the "Washtenaw" walk. 

This week, Cate and I decided to go for an evening Washtenaw walk. The temperature was pleasant, but the sky looked a little cloudy - not dissimilar to many nights this time of year. Undaunted, we headed out. We talked about school, sports, and what she was looking forward to this summer. 

However, once we reached the halfway point, the sky began to darken a little more. A few raindrops beat down on our heads. Within a few minutes, we are caught in the midst of a downpour! 

Fortunately, we had on our running shoes, and we decided to ran the half mile, or so, home. We managed to avoid getting completely soaked, but it felt refreshing to be out there together. 

Not waiting for the rain to pass; rather, running in the rain is one of the simple pleasures that makes life beautiful.

DUCKING HOME

At the end of each semester, the staff at the Daily Orange, Syracuse's school newspaper, who are rotating off their positions write columns called "Ducks." Today, I stumbled across the column Nicholas wrote after finishing up his term as Sports Editor.

The columns are heartfelt and offer shoutouts to the other staff members who have touched them personally and professionally. For obvious reasons, I found Nicholas' to be particularly moving. What became clear was just how influential and important his time at 230 Euclid, the address of the "D.O." as the Daily Orange is affectionately known, has been.

The number of people he thanked numbered into the twenties, and it felt so good to read about and "meet" the many individuals who have looked out for our boy and made him the tremendous writer, editor, and leader he has become at the paper and beyond.

I could not be more proud of Nicholas and how much he has grown since going to college I feel so happy that we encouraged him to leave home to attend Syracuse so he could chase his dream of becoming a journalist. His "Duck" clearly demonstrates that these he is right where he belongs - in his new home!