Paddy Cole, R.I.P.

It's not often you meet someone, quite accidentally, enjoy and hour or so with them, and then later discover they're really quite famous. Now Paddy Cole might not have been a leading celebrity here in the USA, but in Ireland he was well known across multiple generations. Of course, when Diane and I met him, under the most casual of circumstances, we simply thought he was wonderfully pleasant, a kind and humble man, far more interested in learning about us than telling us about himself. 

Back in September 2012, Diane and I traveled to Ireland to spend a week or so with our dear friends, Nancy and Dave Lee. The primary purpose of the trip was to attend the Navy-Notre Dame football game being played in Dublin that year. (Dave and I are both Naval Academy graduates.) I won't discuss the game, which was more than a little one-sided, but still made for an enjoyable day.

While Diane and I stayed at a local B&B, the Lees had booked a room at one of Dublin's nice hotels. As it turned out their hotel happened to be hosting a fundraising event for a Catholic parish, complete with food, drink, entertainment, and dancing. 

Before the festivities began, Diane allowed me to quench my thirst, and we sat down at a one of the hotel's outdoor tables. As I sipped my Guinness, a man approached and asked if he could join us. Of course we agreed. And thus, we met Paddy Cole.

Here's a photo I took that day as Paddy played his saxophone and entertained an enthusiastic crowd: 

Paddy Cole Entertaining us in Dublin

It was obvious Paddy knew we were Americans and just launched into a subtle Q&A about our lives. When we asked about his, he mentioned he was there to play the sax, sing, and otherwise entertain for the parish fundraiser. This led us to ask more about his music and background, and we soon discovered he'd had quite a history as an entertainer not only in Ireland, but also in Las Vegas. After a few years, however, he decided Vegas was no place to raise a family and wisely returned to Ireland.

Before he left us to take the stage, we swapped email addresses and phone numbers. As you'd expect, I googled him that evening and learned all about this remarkable man who was a legendary showband superstar in Ireland.

Although we met him only once, I did go on to correspond with him occasionally over the years, usually just brief emails. We'd write about things he'd mentioned on his radio show (I was able to listen to it online) or he'd mention something I wrote about in my blog. Ours was by no means a close friendship, and in the years since our first meeting in 2012, we might have swapped about a dozen emails. 

I hadn't heard from Paddy in a year or so, but given all the busyness of my life, I thought little of it. Then a few days ago, looking for something else, I accidentally stumbled on an obituary in the Irish Times.

Paddy Cole died in January at the age of 85 as a result of lung cancer, diagnosed several years before. It was an honor to know this man, if only briefly and certainly not deeply. As a man of faith, he is surely safely held in our merciful God's loving embrace. 

Rest in peace, Paddy. It was great knowing you.

It's All God's Fault

It seems to have become fashionable these days to blame others for one's own mistakes. I suppose this is simply a symptom of the highly litigious nature of our society, a society where people now don't hesitate to sue each other at the drop of a hat...or a cup of hot coffee. Did you make a mistake? Just blame someone else and call your local 1-800 law firm. They'll handle the  suit and may even have a few bucks for you once all the legal costs are covered. 

And, of course, thanks to your friendly neighborhood trail lawyer, the cost of doing (and staying in) business has skyrocketed in recent decades driving up the prices of every product and service. One need only glance at the instructions that come with many products to realize how lawsuits have spawned the many absurd warnings that appear. For example, last year I purchased a replacement smoke detector and found this cryptic warning prominently displayed on the instruction sheet: "Do not use the Silence Feature in emergency situations. It will not extinguish a fire." It would appear someone had thought otherwise or this warning would not have been included.. And I'm sure some lawyer made more than a few dollars as a result.

But today I read a story about the ultimate victim, a highly paid (overpaid?) NFL player, Steve Johnson, a wideout for the Buffalo Bills. Now Mr. Johnson didn't sue the person he believes is responsible for his troubles, because that person is really quite un-sueable. You see, this otherwise talented wide receiver inexplicably dropped a perfect pass in the end zone during overtime in a game against the Pittsburgh Steelers. The Steelers subsequently marched down the field and kicked the winning field goal. Mr. Johnson was obviously unhappy.

Steve Johnson of the Bills contemplating the offending football

Now one would think the 24-year-old would be upset with himself. But, no! He didn't blame himself for his momentary lapse; he blamed the un-sueable one. He blamed God. That's right, after the game he turned on his iPad and posted the following on Twitter:

I PRAISE YOU 24/7!!!!!!AND THIS HOW YOU DO ME!!!!! YOU EXPECT ME TO LEARN FROM THIS??? HOW???!!! ILL NEVER FORGET THIS!! EVER!!! THX THO...

Since God surely has a sense of humor (He inspired the Book of Jonah, and he recruited the Zebedee boys as Apostles, so we know this to be true.), I expect He's getting a good laugh thanks to Steve Johnson.

But isn't it interesting how the victim mentality, the mentality that automatically rejects any degree of personal responsibility, can so completely distort one's view of reality? Rereading his tweet, I got the sense that Mr Johnson is a wee bit wrapped up in himself. We can only hope that he will indeed learn from this and perhaps better understand why he should praise God 24/7.

Laudamus Domine!