The Human Spirit

As I watching the show House of Cards, and I watch our own House of Cards with our state governments and Federal government, it saddens me. We The People are better than that, we care more than that…Don’t we? Crushing others so I can better my position in life, is not what makes “us” better. Does it?

As an athlete I was always of the understanding that it’s team work that makes the dream work. Yet, look at our country, many of our leaders, CEO’s, rich, successful, and prosperous, for many of them they have gotten to where they are on the backs of others, by selling their souls, or others souls to move on.

I thought about running in politics, but why would anyone vote for some one that won’t step on the little guy. I am not a socialist, I am just a believer in “we” are as strong as “our” weakest link. So why not put my hand out, help some one up, talk to the person holding the sigh asking for money, just say hi, how are you? Make a nice comment, because the dollar you give them may by them food, but your comment just might buy them hope.

That is what I want to create…HOPE. I want people to believe in themselves and others, to look into the mirror, and smile, no matter how many scars you may have, or how few dollars are in your pocket. The Mindset has to change!

When speak in front of others I look to uplift those that are there, I want them to feel like anything is possible. I LOVE people, I LOVE helping people and I am just getting started!

Be The Change, Smile, Believe, and inspire!


The Man in the Glass

My Father, Robert C. Frick was a wise man that left my brother and I with a wealth of knowledge about life, hockey, sports, and more. There is so much I will share in time about my father, but today, I will share with your the poem that he shared with us; “THE MAN IN THE GLASS”. Michael Jackson made a song about this same idea called “The Man in the Mirror”.

“Im starting with the man in the mirror, Im asking him to change his ways, and no message could been any clearer. If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change” The poem says the same thing, that the only one that you really have to please is that person in the mirror. I am a firm believer that “Your perspective is either your POWER or your PRISON” 

Cat Lion

If you look into the mirror and see fault, see less than; you are right, but if you look into the mirror and see a Lion, you see greatness, strength, power; THAN YOU ARE RIGHT! 


Muhammad Ali was not only and amazing boxer, he was gifted with his tongue. More times than not what he said was captured by the world, and the quote above is just one of  hundreds from this highly intelligent man. He was great because he believed he was, so your challenge is not to beat the person next to you, or across from you, but to be better than the YOU from Yesterday! The story that runs through your mind is the story that plays out in life, so look in the mirror and see you for what you really are, GREATNESS!!!!!

The Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for wealth,

And the world makes you king for a day,

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself:

And see what that man has to say!

It isn’t your father or your mother or wife,

Whose judgement upon you must pass,

The one whose verdict counts most in your life;

Is the one staring back in the glass.

He’s the one you must satisfy beyond all the rest,

For he’s with you right up to the end…

And you have passed your most difficult test:

If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may be one who got a break – 

Then think you’re a wonderful guy;

But if the man in the glass says you’re only a fake:

If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years…

And get pats on the back as you pass;

But your final reward will ne heartache and tears;

If you’ve cheated the Man in the Glass!

Education MUST Change

I have been in education for almost 20 years now and OUR FUTURE rests with us, the educators, the parents, and our government. We hold the future in our hands and have to learn from our past, that is what teaching is about, to learn, to grow and to share what we have discovered.

Look at our schools today in 2017, then rewind time and look at pictures of classrooms from 1917. The similarities are stunning and that is NOT a good thing. Look at cars today and from 1917, look at technology, or cities….the list is endless and the change with most except education is incredible. EDUCATION MUST CHANGE.

Here are some statistics from the PEW Research Center (February 15, 2017). Students are 71 countries that participate in the Programme For International Student Assessment, and where the United States falls is not impressive. This assessment measures reading ability, math and science literacy and other key skills among 15 year olds. This assessment was last taken in 2015 and is taken every 3 years. Below are the results for the United States and a few other Countries:

Country                       Reading                   Math                   Science         71 Total Countries

United  States                24th                       38th                      24th   

Canada                            3rd                        9th                         7th

Finland                            4th                        11th                       4th

Japan                                8th                        5th                         2nd

United Kingdom            21st                      26th                      16th


Why is it this way? We are one of the most powerful nations in the world, we are the greatest consumers and greatest in military spending by a large margin. Yet education we are not even in the top 5. What does that tell us about our countries future? If our education falls, in time so will our power! This does not mean that I am saying we need to change over to the Charter schools that Devos and Trump want, because they will only benefit the rich and well off, we need an entire educational overhaul and I have a SOLUTION: Which is a work in progress:

Our k-5 should remain the same, our kids need to build their basic skills, they need the socialization provide in Elementary school, the support and caring they receive needs to continue. After that is where the real change begins. Our kids need to begin to begin to develop their interests and skills starting at an early age.

  • 6th Grade: Students would continue taking their normal core classes; math, science, english, and science.
    • They would also take an elective that focused on careers and interests. Similar to the ACT Explore program, just as a class.
      • Semester 1: students would begin taking assessments that placed them into categories: Data, Things, Ideas, People – based on interests and skill sets. They would then be placed into small groups to begin exploring those categories and careers in those fields.
        • Companies from each category would be partnered with each school district and would act as mentors, experts and support for the teachers and students.
        • Career fairs would play a large role throughout middle school.
      • Semester 2: Students would take part 2 of career exploration. Learning about employability skills in each of the categories with a focus on their top 2.
        • Students would participate in work experience job shadowing. Learning what really happens at each job.
        • Students would research careers
    • 7th Grade: students would begin slowly changing their academic focus
      • Math, science, and English Classes would begin to become more career related as it pertained to the 4 categories (Data, Things, Ideas, People). Exploring how each Careers use each subject.
      • Career Exploration would become more focused, looking at developing skills and interests, while also exploring secondary interests and skills. Students would explore careers in the other areas (So if they placed in People and Ideas, they would explore careers in Data and Things.) Meeting with people in the field, and exploring the careers opposite of what they placed, to see if there is interest in careers outside of their placement.
      • Semester 2: Students would begin a hands on experience in their 2 main fields to begin the process of career focused education in 8th grade and beyond.
    • 8th Grade: Students would continue their core classes based on their career placement. With opportunities to work with classes in other career areas doing cooperative learning as they do in the actual career.
      • Students would be more involved with their career mentors, jobs shadowing, participating in mentoring the 6th graders, sharing and supporting their 6th grade student they would mentor.
  • High School will be shared in one of my next blogs.



A Warriors Battle

Today I woke  in pain, but fought through it. I listened to a few motivational tapes and prepared for my fight. What is my fight? I have to go to school and teach, motivate, inspire and guide my students all while having trouble standing. The pain I feel runs through my lower spine and wraps around my hips like lightning striking a tree and bolting down the truck. It feels like a hot streak of pain to my toes. That is the pain I feel when I stand or sit, turn or bend. The other pain is like a constant knife being stuck into my body and slowly twisted, or a twisting of my muscles until I buckle.

I am a warrior, and I fought like hell today. I won my battle, I taught and inspired, and I was proud of what I did today, because I know my message reached at least a few, if not more! Yet, tonight I lay in bed licking my wounds and feeling the effects of a great battle fought. The pain I feel is immense, to the point that tears streak down my cheek. I am strong, but for now my shield is lowered and I cry alone. Releasing my fears, my worries, my pain and my sorrow. For a warrior is tough, and a warrior knows when and where they can let down their guard. My guard is down, and I bleed for now. Tomorrow I will rise again, most likely in pain and prepare myself for battle, a battle I will win once again and pay the price for grinding through.

This price to me is worth that fight, because my goal is to motivate, inspire, and guide others through their rocky road to success. I live the battle, I do not just talk it! So I share this tale of a Warrior’s fight with you, so you can say I will do it to. I CAN. I WILL. I MUST

Good Night From one warrior to another, fight the good fight and heal yourself to fight again.




My Obituary: Until Next Time

I am writing my obituary today not because I am going to or want to die, but because I want to LIVE! When I do die, I want  my life to have meaning, I want my spirit to grow immeasurably, I want my life to have touched, hundreds…no thousand…NO MILLIONS!
I have been through hell, my pain continually tries to pull me back into the fiery pits, but my spirit refuses! So here is my obituary:

Today we lost a man that always fought for everyone, no matter their age, their gender, their race, or their religion. He believed that everyone had a purpose, everyone had a gift and his was to guide people to greatness, helping them see themselves, their strengths and their weaknesses. He want people to hear his story, his struggles and successes because he lived by example, not just words.

He touched too many to state and those people touched others, pay it forward was something that he preached, telling others that all he wanted in return was for them to do unto others as he did them. He wanted them to be great, be kind and be a leader, and he told others that being a leader meant making those around them better.

He was a son to an amazing mother, one who taught him kindness, and generosity, she taught him to love others…even when they did not love him back. He was a son to a father that taught him that you are a father first, to sacrifice for your family and friends, and to go the extra mile for others, because it was right. He was a father with 2 amazing sons that he worked to instill greatness in them, he wanted them to be great in their own right, with their own identity not his, teaching them that anything was possible even when the odds were stacked against them. Love, kindness and having a destiny was the gift he left. He was a husband that made mistakes, but learned, grew and strived to be the rock that she needed. When they married, he did not want her to take his name, because that was her identity not his. She did not complete him, because he was whole, he wanted her for her, not because she was property or an object, but because she was  a partner, a friend.

As his Great Aunt Roma said every time they parted ways, it’s not good-bye, it is until next time. He took this to heart and believed that physical death was not the end, but a new beginning and a transformation that grew because of his growth here on earth. He leaves us with the following….BELIEVE in the PERSON in the GLASS, for you are your God, your creator, or your destructor. You are your greatest supporter, or your greatest foe, for it is your perspective that drives you forward. So continue to strive with love and kindness for yourself first and then everyone else. Please do not hold hate in your heart, let it go and embrace life!


The Struggle is Real: My Story Cont.


Growing up I was always told God would not give you more than you can handle, but the pain I experience day in and day out are really challenging this belief. I know that life shakes us up, it challenges our resolve and gives us opportunities to grow, but we have to accept those challenges and see them as opportunities, or growth does not occur. Yet, here I am today in pain with no relief, and so I question can I handle it? Am I strong enough? So I reflect…

I have literally walked through the valley of the shadow of death and returned. I died multiple times, I saw death, I saw what I believed to be GOD and it was not my time. I came back to a beaten body, I was told I would not walk again, I would not be the same again…Had I listen and believed what they told me, they would have been right. I did not, I fought through pain that cannot be described with words, I fought through surgery after surgery, rehab after rehab, and become stronger each time. So, again I asked myself, can I handle it? Am I strong enough?

HELL YES I CAN!!!!! If I told myself anything else, I would fall!

The truth is, there have been many times, where I did fall, where I had to put my hand out and ask for help. That is what a warrior does…whatever is necessary to rise and fight again.

The thing is we are often told that you have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps, don’t shed a tear boy be strong, keep fighting. Grind through it, No Pain, No Gain….

Sometimes, that is just wrong! We are human, and we must learn to feel, no matter what that feeling may be. Science backs this, when we shed a tear, scientist can look at it under a microscope and tell you how you were feeling when you shed the tear. Each tear contains different hormones, and saline levels, which tells us the feeling is being released from our core, the negative energy is no longer weighing us down.

We need to feel, we need to be strong, but we also have to  understand that asking for help, is ok. Losing a battle is ok. Bruce Lee said it best when he said, “To me defeat in anything simply tells me something is wrong in my doing; it is a path leading to success and truth.” So fall, fight, learn, and grow.Struggle1680x10501


My Story


Chapter 1
My Story

I come from an amazing family, a strong father and a loving and caring mother. I was born in Denver, Colo. To Robert and Donna Frick. My father worked for GE and was working his way up the corporate ladder, so we moved a lot early in my life. After Denver we moved to North Carolina, where my brother Matt was born. From there we went to New Hampshire and then ended up in Michigan, where I got involved in hockey. My father loved hockey, but never pushed for me to be in it, but the day I brought the flyer home from school about hockey was a dad that made my father proud. From that point on my father had to make a choice, his family and kids or his career? He choose family! He gave up being a very powerful player in the corporate world, to be there for my brother and I. Jack Welsh, the eventual CEO of GE, wanted my father to come along with him on the road of riches and power. My father said no. He wanted to be there for us, rather than provide millions of dollars, he made sure we had a father figure present and accounted for. The sacrifices both he and my mother made for my brother and I still amazes me.

Hockey became my family’s life, both my brother and I played hockey at the highest level growing up. We traveled all over North America and sometimes beyond. Many weekends, I would be in one Canadian City and my brother would be in another, which meant mom and dad were always traveling with us, mom with one and dad with the other. The cost of playing hockey at this level was high, but the cost of time was greater and both of our parents never flinched, they made sure we were there.

As I grew older hockey became more and more important and school, well became less important, at least in my mind. I was a great hockey player, not so great in school. So my efforts, my energies went into sports, not school. This meant that my grades began to suffer. I did not believe I was smart and my grades proved to me that was the case. I avoided school, I avoided the embarrassment that I thought I was in the classroom. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a dumb jock! I had it in my head that I was going pro in hockey, not thinking about the need for college. I was growing into my body and as I neared 18 I closed in on 200 lbs. and at 6’4” I caught the interest of a lot of people. Unfortunately my grades were so poor that I could not pass the NCAA requirements to play Division 1 hockey. So, I had a choice to make…go to Preparatory School in New Hampshire with my brother (Kimball Union Academy) or play Junior Hockey and go to Community College.

Well as an 18 year old, I knew everything and went against my father’s wishes to go to Kimball Union, and went to Oakland Community College. I did not want to leave my girlfriend at the time. I told my dad I could do it, I would achieve good grades and get into a University. How that decision would change life as I knew it….

December 18, 1991, I walked out of my last class of my first semester knowing I had earned a 3.75 GPA. Brent and I came out of class on a high and Brent suggested we head to breakfast to celebrate. At first I was reluctant, no money and having a girlfriend I as supposed to meet up with soon, but I agreed. We headed toward the Country Kitchen, a restaurant I was not familiar with, so I followed Brent closely. There are a few events that remain in my memory from that day…I remember pulling up to an intersection looking up and seeing the Pontiac Silverdome, then turning onto Opdyke Road, turning on my wipers and switching lanes…then…everything goes into darkness….

The story I have been told by Brent, and witnesses was that I traveled down the hill on Opdyke Rd and got into the left turn lane behind Brent and another car. The first car turned left onto Auburn Rd., Brent followed, and I was right behind him….


For many years now I have tried to remember what exactly happened at 11:02 am that morning, why did I turn? How did I not see that Yellow Fully Loaded Car Transport barreling down on me? What was going through my minds as the event unfolded? I will never know.
This is what did happen, as I turned left, a Car Transport Carrying a full load of GMC Pick-ups was barreling down on the intersection trying to beat the light, he was traveling well above the posted speed limit of 45 mph. My white Toyota Corolla GTS was hit on the right front and driven backwards at a high rate of speed, I am not sure if it was the sheer mass of the truck or the speed, but my car and I were thrown 10 feet up into the air landing on a conversion van’s roof and sliding off onto the road.

As the truck hit me, I was thrown though the right front windshield, then was pulled back into the car as the engine came bursting in crushing my right leg, but keeping me from being fully ejected from the car. My face now resting on the passenger side dash in a pool of blood, with the cold air rushing in and snow beginning to hit my face, my fight for life began.

Once the police and fire rescue got on the scene, they began working feverishly to get me out of the car and to the hospital. They had little time because of the severity of my injuries, I was bleeding to death. My stomach was hard and filled with blood, my face was peeled off like from the slash of a bears paw, my arm snapped, my leg crushed and God only knew what else….

At the scene police and rescue reported they did not expect me to make it to the hospital, let alone through the hour upon hours of surgery that would be required to piece me back together. Yet, they never quit, they never slowed down. It took these amazing people 20 minutes from the time of my accident to the time I arrived at Pontiac Osteopathic Hospital (POH). In my mind they were the true heroes, they were the ones that save this unknown person’s life. As I arrived at POH, the EMT’s reported that I had coded one time in the ambulance, but they were able to jump my heart back into rhythm. I had extensive unknown internal injuries, my right leg was crushed and my left arm was compounded above the elbow. More importantly, my vitals were weak at best….

Before entering surgery I coded again….Beeeeppp…….Flatline……this time the doctors struggled to bring me back….

As I am waiting for surgery, in a cold and very bright hallway I realize that I am no longer in my body. I can hear voices, beeping sounds and light all around. Then I’m looking down from above….I can see myself, my face is almost recognizable, there are tubes all over, bandages covering what appears to be my face. My skin appearing paper white, with blood covering most of what I can see…am I alive…is this it? I am no longer in pain, I am free from pain, and free from the binds of life….then darkness comes again….
The next thing I remember is something that is very hard to describe, it’s like flashes in time, a flow of thoughts and feelings that don’t seem familiar, yet are very comforting. It’s almost like I am floating on a cloud surrounded by pure energy, nothing like I have ever seen. There are things happening all around me, like little movie clips.

It’s during this time where I begin to question everything….

Growing up my mom and dad raised my brother and me as Christians. We were baptized and taught that Jesus was the son of God…Yet here I am in a plan of existence that does not fit with what I have learned.

That is in no way saying Christianity is wrong or that it is right. It is only saying that what filling my heart at that moment was beyond what we are taught. What I saw, what I felt was energy, not male or female, not human or creature, but just energy. The vision that has filled my thoughts since that day is of a giant ball of energy with bands of light emanating in every direction – I am not exactly sure what I was seeing, but I felt the presence of something much greater than myself.

I began to see that religions, all religions have truths, but they also have the human element of story-telling, to help us make sense of the unsensable.

If you look at religion whether it is Christianity, Hinduism, Judaism, or Muslim they all teach similar lessons; lessons of love, respect, and honor and they all tell a story. This story is something I will touch on in later chapters, but for now just remember the idea of stories being told.
A little over 2 minutes pasted before they got sign of life again….

12 hours of surgery later, I was alive…in a coma…but alive. My spleen had been removed as it was in 8 pieces, my heart severely bruised, lungs collapsed, Kidney’s and Liver were lacerated, digestive track shut down, my spine was broken, 900 stitches in my face, 300 in my ear. Doctors were not certain I would make it through the night.

The next three days were touch and go, fighting infections, high fevers and a body decimated from the impact, I fought.

8 days after entering POH, I awoke, in more pain than I can even begin to explain, uncertain as to where I was or what happened. I was being told a little bit at a time how bad my injuries were and that the expectations of recovery were not good. Would I be able to walk again, talk, work, be a kid again…would I ever play hockey again? There were so many questions filling my head, and there were no answers. I learned that my right arm was partially paralyzed, my back was in bad shape (I would later learn many years after the accident that my L2 and L3 vertebrae had been fractured) but the doctors could not tell me how bad it was or if I would walk again because of the damage to my right leg and my back. Question after question came up and again each question was answered with an, “I do not know” or even worse, a “no”. I started to slip into a depression

Then there was a story on the news that caught my attention, Detroit Lions Football player Paralyzed on November 18th 1991, was on the news. Mike Utley played right guard for the Detroit Lions and while playing a home game against the then L.A. Rams, went head first into the turf and broke his neck, fracturing his 6th and 7th Cervical Vertebrae.

The News was not good at first, they were reporting that Mike was told he would never walk again. They were showing these 300lbs. men in tears walking into his room. Then….those same giants came out of his room laughing and smiling.

I struggled to make sense of this, was the news different, did those players learn something that wasn’t being reported? Was Mike going to be okay….The answer was simple…no news had changed. What did change was how Mike was handling the situation, as he did when they carted him off the field giving the crowd the thumbs up! Telling the Silverdome Crowd he was going to be okay, when in his heart of hearts he knew differently. Here again Mike was being the optimist, the hero I have grown to know.

When the doctor’s first walked into Mikes room to tell him the new of his injuries, Mikes answer was refreshing, at least to me.

As the Doctor walks in he gets Mike’s attention. Mike I have some news for you that may be hard to hear, but it is what it is….Mike you broke your C6 and C7 vertebrae, paralyzing you from the chest down. Mike you will never walk again, I am sorry.”

Mike’s answer will forever resound in my memory….“Don’t ever tell someone that they can’t do something!” was Mike’s response. That one newscast changed my life forever! For whatever reasons, Mike’s words hit me, and never left. I soaked in his energy, his inspiration and never looked back.

Rules for Greatness

The rules for greatness
Lion Heart Motivation
Brian Frick

RESPECT yourself, RESPECT others. Love yourself. Risk more than is required. Learn more than is normal.

Be comfortable being uncomfortable.

Focus on your future, not your failure.
Strive for knowledge. Know your values. Live from those values. Know your actions speak louder than your roar. Be aware, but courageous. Be a leader by example, BE REAL, BE Honest. Love. Laugh, and BE kind.
Speak the truth. Plan…for the expected and the unexpected.
Just do it! Always have a dream and never stop reaching for it!
Breathe, stop, challenge, and change your life. Practice! Practice! Practice!


Lion Heart Motivation

Lion Heart Motivation (LHM) is intended to help people overcome life’s adversities, build a community of support for any and all people. LHM is going to change how we view ourselves and others, because I have learned through my trials and tribulations that we are so much stronger than we give ourselves credit for, we just need a change of perspective sometimes to see what the man or woman in the glass really has to offer.

I will share my stories, my experiences, my struggles, and my lessons learned with the community so that we can grow together. I hope that others will do the same, because it truly takes a village and the village has changed, so I am working to build my own village  with you. This village is one of safety, respect and caring; which means we must not use negativity in our discussions with the authors, not to say you cannot be honest, but be respectful and through this village we will create greatness together.

I will share more in regards to Lion Heart in the near future.


A Man’s Struggle

A Man’s Struggle

Black Hole

When we let

The Struggle

Tear us down

But Why?

This moment in time

Like a Black Hole

In my heart

Tears me apart

But How?

The pain inside

Strikes like a knife

In my heart

A tear in my eye


I am a man

And a tear I will not shed

Men are strong

Rise and fight!

The Pain is buried.

I am good, right?

Black Hole tomorrow

Another day, another struggle

The pain inside grows

Like a hole in space

The anger rises

But why?

This struggle I face today

Is small.

Yet the anger I feel

Like a raging fire

I am a man….

So I bury the pain

And the rage today.

I am good, right?

Another Day Black Hole

I open my eyes,

I am angry,

But why?

I feel this darkness inside



Am I angry….

I don’t know

So I rise

And go about my day

Others words irritate me…

Why you looking at me like that…

Get off my back

I explode…..

But Why?

Am I angry?