Mike’s birthday is tomorrow, and I’ve come up with an idea. (I hope this one turns out better than my Lizard’s Thicket debacle on Saturday night.) Since it’s obviously not feasible to have a big birthday bash—if we were in the Marriot part of the hospital, I might be able to pull it off, but there’s just not enough room on the Motel 6 end—I thought you all could send some virtual birthday wishes to Mike through the blog, and I will read them to him tomorrow. Those of you who know Mike could maybe share a favorite memory or something you’ve learned from him. (You ATO guys be careful in your stories—our children will read this one day!) This will also be a great way for those of you who don’t personally know Mike to learn a little more about him.
Just to get the ball rolling, I’ll share a little story myself. When Mike and I became engaged in July of 2000, he hid the ring and made me hunt for it. We had already talked about going to Jamaica on our honeymoon, so he decided that the tier of room we stayed in would be determined by how long it took me to find the ring. Every 15 minutes that passed would constitute a drop in quality. Mike was enjoying my suffering (and saving money as the minutes passed), but after 25 minutes I gave up because I knew with him that I would never find the prize. The depressing part is that I was darn close to finding it in the first five minutes. The problem was I thought he would at least have the ring in a box, but he didn’t. It was hidden in his suit pocket hanging in the closet. Believe or not, I did look there! On the bright side, Mike decided not to skimp on the honeymoon. Being one who does not like to accrue any debt, he actually delivered telephone books to finance our excursion.
Now it’s your turn! If you’re writing something that’s more than a sentence or two, here’s a helpful hint: type your writing in a Word document then copy and paste it to the Blogger comment box. That way if the comment disappears, you still have it in Word and can try again without having to type everything over.I’ve had a couple of experiences of typing in Blogger then had it vanish into cyberspace once I clicked “publish.” I’m telling ya, it’s a depressing feeling to have your composition evaporate. You don't have to share a story...you can just send birthday wishes if you want.
Just to get the ball rolling, I’ll share a little story myself. When Mike and I became engaged in July of 2000, he hid the ring and made me hunt for it. We had already talked about going to Jamaica on our honeymoon, so he decided that the tier of room we stayed in would be determined by how long it took me to find the ring. Every 15 minutes that passed would constitute a drop in quality. Mike was enjoying my suffering (and saving money as the minutes passed), but after 25 minutes I gave up because I knew with him that I would never find the prize. The depressing part is that I was darn close to finding it in the first five minutes. The problem was I thought he would at least have the ring in a box, but he didn’t. It was hidden in his suit pocket hanging in the closet. Believe or not, I did look there! On the bright side, Mike decided not to skimp on the honeymoon. Being one who does not like to accrue any debt, he actually delivered telephone books to finance our excursion.
Now it’s your turn! If you’re writing something that’s more than a sentence or two, here’s a helpful hint: type your writing in a Word document then copy and paste it to the Blogger comment box. That way if the comment disappears, you still have it in Word and can try again without having to type everything over.I’ve had a couple of experiences of typing in Blogger then had it vanish into cyberspace once I clicked “publish.” I’m telling ya, it’s a depressing feeling to have your composition evaporate. You don't have to share a story...you can just send birthday wishes if you want.
61 comments:
My fondest memory of Mike is when I came down from Tennessee to visit the family on my own. I was 16 and Mike was on campus and going to USC at the time (yikes that was 21 years ago). Mike had heard that I was coming down and said to give him a shout when I got to Columbia. I called Mike and met him at his dorm room on a Saturday. We got to hang out in his dorm room and listen to music. We grabbed lunch and chatted about school, family and football. Later he showed me around the campus and athletic center. I thought it was real cool that Mike took the time out to get to know me as his cousin and I had a real great time.
It wasn’t until many years after that event that I realized that Mike and I had actually bonded during that day in October. We both share the same parallels in life. Both of us have never asked, or have been given anything to get ahead in this world. We both take what has been given to us and we make it work out for us in the end. We both know what the meaning is to be without and know that things in life are better when you have to work for it, rather than to have it handed to you. You have to admire a person like that, and that is why I admire my cousin for the traits that we both share.
Happy Birthday and get well cousin… I know you can pull thru this and I’m damn proud of you.
Marty
One of my favorite memories of Mike is when he & Diane were still dating. Diane & I were roommates and she cooked him dinner (it must’ve still been the “trying to impress him stage” because a cook she is not!) I was watching TV as they say down to eat and remember hearing Mike say the blessing before they ate. I’m paraphrasing here, but you’ll get the gist of it. It went something like “Lord, please bless this food because my girlfriend can’t cook.” I can’t help but wonder if he still prays the same way now but changes “girlfriend” to “wife”. Though, in her defense, she can make some tasty pancakes. Just don’t let her bake you a cake. :)
Happy Birthday Mikey!
Love, Karen
(One of the favorite sisters-in-law…yes, according to me!)
To a special Son-In-Law
We’re sending warm wishes that your birthday is the happiest in every way.
We consider it an honor to call you family each and every day.
You are one of the special people God brought into our life
When you chose our daughter as your wife.
You've given us pleasant memories in many different ways
Through conversations, warm hugs and shared meals – simple blessings every day.
Your character is strong and admirable – of this you don’t have to be told.
It is the heart that makes a man rich, and your heart is pure gold,
So Happy Birthday to one of the richest men we know.
We Love you!
Buddy & Polly
Happy Birthday Mike!! You are in my prayers everyday! I am afraid the athletic dept may go in debt. Burns and Jay can't sell
Chick-Fil-A sandwiches as good as you so you need to hurry back. "Ice Cold Water" "Chick Fil A" "Bird is The Word Eat More Chicken"
Happy Birthday and Get Well soon!
Jason
Happy Birthday to my dear, dear friend Mike. My friendship with Mike began when we worked together at Ridge View High School. I am not quite sure how it started other than the fact that I really like younger men:) Also, being the football “nut” that I am, we immediately became fast friends, although I am a big DAWG fan and Mike is a big Gamecock; I would have called it something else, but the girls are listening. He always knew how to keep me in line when it came to my DAWGS. Our friendship grew and Mike and I would have many, many talks and try to solve all the problems of the world, especially at our infamous "bookclub" meetings. I consider him such a wonderful confidant and good listener. When Mike met Diane and the romance began, I couldn’t have been more pleased and excited because Diane is such a wonderful person, as well as the best make-up artist I know. My daughter, Suzi, worked with Diane at the Sunglass Hut and couldn’t have been more complimentary about what a wonderful and kind person she was and is. But, of course, we all know that. On this special birthday, may I wish that all the blessings in the world are bestowed on you today and that God will continue to bless you all.
With love,
Sara Wheeler
Happy Birthday Mike! This IS from your favorite sister-in-law (don’t worry – I’ll keep it a secret and not tell the other 3 – you can trust me), Do you remember when you and Diane were first dating and I sent you that email about her being the baby princess in the family and we would be watching your every move? You then blasted me back with some long response and I accused you of showing your class a video instead of really teaching – otherwise you wouldn’t have time to write me back so much? Now that I have taken a technology class with you, I KNOW you had to be showing a video – and probably to a block class! That was something else! Seriously, we have been blessed to have you as part of our family. Get better soon – we all miss you and your smiling face at Richland Northeast. My students ask about you daily.
Love, Janet
Mike, what can I say that hasn't already been said. The outings to the beach with the Book Club were always an enjoyble time. You and Diane always added some spice for the older crowd and we always had to make sure we had something Diane would eat. We never had any problem with what to drink. We never planned anything to early due to her being a late riser.
God bless you and Happy Birthday!!!
You're a very special friend...
Ned & Beth Lyle
My name is Andy Connor and I was an unpaid assistant with him at St. George, his first job as a head coach. He asked the AD for an nventory of the football equipment and recieved a blank stare. He asked me about it and I told him there probably never had been one. We spent the better part of two days doing a scavenger hunt. Our search turned up bake-a-lite shoulder pads, pants and jerseys so old they were the type with sewn in pading. One trunk was packed with a newspaper from when Norm Sloan was the basketball coach at the Citadel in 1957! I kept the paper as a momento. I told him "welcome to single A football!" I pray for Mike every night.
Mike,
Happy Birthday! All of us in Walterboro are pulling for you!
We know that if anyone can beat this, you can! Your wife is absolutely right - your daughter is Mike in a dress!!!!! Who would
have ever thought? God Bless and Happy Birthday!!!!
Leroy and Cindy Riley
Mike,
Happy Birthday! You are in our thoughts and prayers everyday! We are pulling for you to get well and be back with your family soon. It was good to see you on Friday. I will be back to visit soon. Love to you, Diane and the girls.
Kala, Jeremy, Laurel and Emily Raxter
Mike,
You are so much more than just a cousin to me. You are the big brother I never had. I knew that no matter what was going on I could count on you to be there. You always had a listening ear, advice or a helping hand. We have shared so many memories. You were there to help me celebrate the big 21st bday by making sure we saw all of 5pts finer spots, to making sure I had a night out as a new mom. You, Diane and the girls make family holidays complete. You have always made sure that you spent time with us. (Even when you had to drive to Aiken..You know, your FAVORITE cousin would never make you do that..lol) Just kidding, your other favorite cousin may read this and get jealous. Would not want to make you choose on your birthday. Anyway, there isn't enough space to share just how special you are to us.
Keep fighting everyday and when you get home we will really celebrate!! We hope your birthday is full of many blessings you certainly deserve all the best that this life has to offer.
We love you.
Regina, Brett and Micheal
I remember the year I coached with Mike at Walterboro in 1993 we used to go at it all the time over the Clemson vs USC rilvary. After the game that year I snuck into his class that sunday and put up copied newspaper articles from that game that he did not like the outcome of. I hid them everywhere. I hid so many that he actually found a couple on the last day of schoole that year cleaning out his classroom. He also never forgave me for missing the only beach camp with him because i was getting married at the time. Get fighting Mike.
Brian Strickland
North Augusta High School
I have alot of memories of coach, one that comes to mind; it was my freshmen year of high school at Ridge View, Zo and I played the same position, so we were always going at it. And during lunch, we always went to coach's class to sit and talk with him. Well me and Zo would always try to pick out what the other person did wrong during the game. As we got older and Zo and I became really good friend coach would always make fun of us about how we always tried to get the other one in trouble, and it always made him laugh. LOL. Coach was a second dad to both me and Zo (He was Zo's white dad), he was always there when we needed something or was having trouble with something, and I give coach Starnes all the credit for me going to college and playing ball. I also remember when the two of you were dating... We picked on coach so much about that, fun stuff. Anyways, Thanks for every thing coach, Happy Birthday... I'm still praying for you, get well...
Love You Coach.
Shaun P.
Moving Day to the BIG CITY
As we all know the World’s Greatest Coach is very peculiar in his schedule with the exception of moving. On a warm spring day Mike called and asked would I help him move from Walterboro to Columbia. When I gladly said “YES”, Mike reassured me that he would have everything packed and ready to go, load the truck and go to Columbia and put it in storage that he would “ALREADY” have setup. . . . WRONG ANSWER.
After being up and driving over 600 miles that night with my job, I came in and took my pickup truck to Columbia to pick up Coach and then headed to Walterboro, without any sleep. When we arrived at Mike’s apartment he was ready.......but nothing else was. So, we proceeded to packing up his items in boxes. After a while he started getting phone calls and his gal pal Amanda Ballew had to come see him and everything. And you know where this is heading. . . . I ended up doing all the packing and loading and then driving to Columbia.
Then when we got to Columbia we had to find a STORAGE FACILITY that had availability. It took until 9 pm before I even got home. So he was not up to his standards as he is now days of being prepared or is it that I am just that gullible?
Things I do for my brother, but one of my brothers I love dearly.
Mike ( Bubba ), Wishing you a very Happy Birthday and much love to you my brother. Thanks for all the memories you have brought me at Carolina, Myrtle Beach and in my family life, your orphan brother, Billy D. Kirby
Mike,
Christine, the boys, and I want to wish you a Happy Birthday! We pray for you each night that you keep fighting and beat this cancer. I have several funny stories of the time we coached and shared life together at RV, but the funniest ones are not suitable for the girls to read. Mike will enjoy this story about how good our defense was when he was the defensive coordinator. We were playing Hilton Head in the third round of the playoffs. They watched us on tape and thought that they could line up in a power I and run the ball right over us. Hilton Head lost 22 yards on the first three plays of the game, and we never saw the power I again for the rest of the game. One funny fact is how much deer enjoy the vehicles that Mike drives. Keep fighting and get back to us at RNE!
Get Well,
Mike, Christine, Ryan, and Braden Young
Mike,
Joe Fuller was your counselor at Thornwell and all of you boys "visited" us often!! Many things happened there, but my favorite memory of you is when you would want a ride to Clinton while you were at USC and met us at the doctor's office in Columbia when we went for visits before our second daughter was born. One time you asked Joe if there was somewhere else we could meet -- you were uncomfortable around so many women!!! The little girl you knew (Sara Beth) and her little sister (Leanne) are both living and working in Columbia now -- teaching, just like their mom.
We are all praying for you -- we keep up with you all through Pam LaHay Orr and through your web page.
Happy Birthday!
Sue Fuller
Happy Birthday Mike from your favorite sister-in-law. I am praying for you everyday! Hopefully I can get Dale home at a decent time so I can come visit without the kids - wouldn't want to bring them and make you have a set back!!! I offered Diane my steamer that makes wonderful brocolli but she says you like it from the baggies heated in the microwave - I think she just doesn't want to cook ...I know about the cake Karen was talking about! Continue to get better,
Donna
Happy Birthday brother. As you know, I have so many stories, I may write a few of these throughout the day. However, one that comes to mind is when Andrew was born. You were at the hospital with me and we decided to not call for a nurse and change his diaper. 1 tiny little poop. Jennifer was freaking out as it took us about 20 minutes and we went through an entire box of wipies. Two grown men, we figured we could handle one diaper. Hey, this was strange territory for us. Then a nurse still had to come in at Jennifer's request and fix the diaper. Hopefully you've gotten better since then. Love ya bro! Philo
Happy Birthday Mike!
Ray remembers Mike when he was in college and working full time at night at the P. E. Center. Mike’s ambition, of course, was to be a coach. He would wait on P. E. Center customers, and then draw up football plays. He probably had enough plays ready for his first year of coaching! Ray and Mike became very close in those years and Ray thinks of Mike as a son.
We love you, Mike! Keep on fighting and we’ll keep on praying for you.
Ray & Genny Curtis
Happy Birthday Mike, from your old De La Howe Bud, Betsy Lahay Mabee.
There are four of us LaHay's, Charles, Mark, Pam and myself. We were sent
to De La Howe in McCormick, South Carolina where we became fast buds with
Mike. He was like a brother to all of us and especially to me and my brother
Charles because we were all in the 10th grade together in McCormick. Mike
watched out for me in many ways. We hung out on the bus together riding to
and from the school and then were in several classes together in High School.
He always made those classes fun and jovial.
The next year, I got out of
that place, Mike and my two brothers and sister went to Thornwell where we all
continued our friendship and they stayed in touch with me. Then off to Carolina
where I saw Mike the very 1st day, I was walking to my classes. We stayed friends
throughout those college days, ate dinner together, caught up on old times and so on.
Mike and some of his friends would show up in Garden City and stay with us from time to
time where the Lahays had a beach house for two summers. We called it the Orphan beach
house and anyone from those days were always welcome. We always had visitors dropping in.
Many of you can relate to Myrtle Beach Days. Yea!!! Anyway, my last day at Carolina while I was
driving off the campus to head for a job, low and behold, I ran smack into Mike again.
Now, how would that happen! So we kept in touch over all these years. Mike is like my
other brother. We called ourselves orphan buds and he kept in touch with Charles, Pam and
myself for over 30 years. Wow, long time. We love you, Mike so get well soon.
betsy Lahay Mabee
Happy birthday, Mike! You probably wouldn’t know me if we passed on the street, so I’ll tell you a little story about how I met you. Diane’s mother, Polly, and I have been friends for many, many years, and, of course, I know Diane and all of her sisters through Polly. (Side note: Polly went with me to New York years ago, and for someone who had never been anywhere, it shocked us both when we were standing in Times Square waiting to buy tickets to a Broadway show when we heard someone yell, “Polly! Polly!” See? You can’t go anywhere without someone recognizing you!) Anyway, back to my little story about how I met you. I met you at your wedding reception. I didn’t attend the ceremony. No. No. I arrived very early so I could help with the food preparation. Sandra Funderburk was in charge of all that in the church kitchen, and Sandra and Polly asked me if I would stay in the kitchen/fellowship hall and continue to help instead of going to the ceremony. So, I did. By the time I got to meet you, I was worn out and sweating like some kind of farm animal. I heard it was a lovely ceremony. I remember Diane was absolutely gorgeous and you were dashingly handsome. I also remember the multi-tiered wedding cake with flowing flowers. I never got to have a piece, but that’s okay. (The things you’ll do for your friends!) Anyway, Mike, happy birthday. I know there are a whole lot of people who are glad they’re able to say that to you.
Ok, I'm having blog problems....here is the rest. Ask Mike about the De La Howe days
Here it is: ask him about climbing the water tower one night at De La Howe. What about those watermelons that disappeared and were thrown off the back of the farm truck half eaten. They threw the remnants of these watermelons all down the streets of De La Howe. It was a patch of red watermelons down every street. Working in the kitchen at breakfast and trying to get out the back door to take the trash out and Mike stood back there with this commercial hose spraying all the doors so we couldn’t get out of the kitchen. He would throw our shoes on top of the dining hall building and we would have to find someone from maintenance to get them down.
betsy lahay mabee
Coach,
The RNE soccer family (and believe it or not, you got one started) really misses you. I will never forget how good naturedly you handled it when the RNE Boys got home from an away game and two of our kids managed to get their cars locked in the school parking lot. Being a first year coach I had no idea what to do and eventually gave them your cell phone number. You gently ribbed me about it the next day after they called you at midnight and woke you up, and made clear to call Security in future, but never hurt my feelings or embarassed me. You always have a way of gently pushing people to do the right thing (unless more force is needed) and taking care of everyone around you, and I have always felt safe knowing that you are on my side. You are very lucky to have Diane now who I don't know well but who obviously has the same gift for loving and protecting those she cares about.
We miss you tremendously and hope to see you at one of our games before too long.
With love,
--Jay A'Hern
Happy Birthday Starnes!
I still remember the time during the first summer I had to stay and work at USC. I borrowed your apartment at Cliff apartments for the summer.
It was the first night you came back after being at the beach. I had worked all day long. When I got done with work, I went back to the room to eat left overs and crash
You had just gotten back from the store with a new grill, potatoes ready for baking, and two of the biggest, thickest rib eyes I had ever seen. (I never had a steak like that.) And of course the appropriate beverages.
We grilled outside by the ramp and ate like kings that night.
Get well soon, we all are praying for you.
Mark Livak
Happy Birthday Coach.
My memories of Coach Starnes go back to when he was at Ridge View and I played football and was in his advanced PE class serveral times. What I remember most about him was how inspirational and motivating his speeches always were before and during games. He made me feel like I could move mountains. I also remember how he possessed a unique ability to push and break you down to get better, but always knew when to bring it back in to encourage you and build your confidence. I didn't know many coaches that could do that. It was a privilege to be coached by him.
Get well soon, coach. You still have a lot more kids left to inspire.
Philip Simoneaux
Mike
i remember the day you and Diane got married. rita and i werer worried about having a place in the church for angie to sit. no problem ,you were waiting on us on the outside of the church and helped me get her in and had a spot picked out for us. On your wedding day you were thinking of other first.you have always thought of others ahead of your self.you have always been that way, even up at the "farm" in wagner yu were the most thoughtful and considerate person.
have a great birthday with your wonderful wife. she is wonderful cuz
we love ya
Harry and Rita and Angie
Oh the stories a mom can tell.
But, that is for your ears only.
All anyone needs to know is what a great guy you are. How loving, considerate, and careing you are. Also how much you are loved and thought of daily.
I am very proud to be your mom.
Love always. Mom
I have known Mike since our high school days at the orphanage.The bonds we formed then has lasted for more than 25 years. So, of course,I have plenty of stories I could tell. They are best told by Mike himself. If you have a chance ask him about these: 1) pac-man
2)a door slamming @ midnight 3) a fair catch by a defensive lineman 4)an order at Steak n Ale in Fla.5)his 1st coaching job- HS baseball at age 17.These are a few things that come to mind when I think about Mike. But what always brings a smile to my face is his infectious laugh. Mike has always had this effect on everyone even in times like this. Rosemary and I are praying for you and your family.We know you are a fighter and you have tons of friends pulling for your recovery.So remember we love you but please take it easy on the nurses and doctors. Happy Birthday, Bubba!
love,
Kevin and Rosemary Houston
Since all the favorite sisters-in-law wrote, I thought the favorite brother-in-law should chime in.
When we met, I knew you HAD to be a stand up guy to have married into the Lucas family.
We pray for you daily and if anyone can beat this, you can.
Happy Birthday!
Bill
Mike
Happy Birthday ! We will miss you in Charleston the butter drinks wont be the same without you buying them .
I just want everyone to know I hated playing RNE when you were calling the defense. You knew what I was going to do before I did.I use to break myself down and make a call sheet just the oppsite of what I had done in the games you had on me . Still we never scored many points on your defense.
I always had alot of respect for you as a coach and man- your kids played hard for you and enjoy the game .
I wish I could have hire you away , I tired -but being the person you are you took the AD job ,so you could take better care of your family . Maybe one day we can still work together.You know what they say "if you cant beat them, join them " I did fool you with that quick pitch pass on the goal line . But 1- out of 1000 not bad - you always did good . You will be in Penny's and my prayers .Hurry back.
Your Friend
Bill Kimrey
Happy Birthday Mike! We are praying for you!
Kathi, Robert and Rachel Wagner
Happy Birthday Coach Starnes!!!!
You're in our prayers.
Debbie & Nell
Mike
Happy Birthday! I pray for strength for you today. May God bless you in your continued recovery. We praise God for your family’s perseverance.
In His love,
Heather Hill
Happy Birthday Mike! I have lots of memories of times shared with you and Diane and the Book Club family...aside from the trips to the beach…I guess the memory that stands out the most is one Friday afternoon at Garrett’s. See if you can remember the time…you were sitting across the table from me…I was preoccupied with the conversation and did not realize that simply licking the sauce from a chicken wing could have a very odd effect on others. I glanced up to find you with a white-face, your eyes wide, mouth dropped open, and stuttering “Damn, Girl!” Mike, I hope you remember…I certainly remember, especially the embarrassment!
We all really had some good times together in the Book Club! Henry and I really miss seeing you guys! When you get well, we really need to plan a reunion!!!
I remember also when you and Diane were getting married and we were planning your cake…if I asked you a question about the cake, you would always say, “Oh no, I have no idea, that’s Diane’s thing! Whatever she wants is fine with me.” It was definitely a special wedding cake!
I sincerely hope your day is great and your health continues to improve! Just know that we are praying for you, Diane, and the girls! Hang in there!
Love you much!!!
Patsy (and Henry)
HAPPY Birthday Mike!
You don't know me and Bettie
but we are friends of the Lucas family. We have been in prayer for you and your family since we heard of your illness. God Bless you Mike..as we continue to lift you, Diane and the girls up in our prayers.
Richard and Bettie Stinnette
Happy Birthday from up North too...think of you often.
Jean S.
nxeaDear Diane,
Anita and I would like to wish Mike a Happy Birthday and also wanted to let you know that we are praying for you and Mike and the girls everyday. I hope that Mark R. and I can get down soon to see Mike and you. Tell Mike that Jimbo said "Its Bedlem out here" inside joke, he will get it. Thanks a million,
Sincerely,
Jimbo and Anita
Happy Birthday, Mike!
Love,
Jeff, Linn, Katy, Ellie & John W.
(the Hall family from Faith PCA)
Dear Uncle Mike,
I wore orange and blue in honor of your birthday today.
I hope you have a great day and get something as super cool as a Rapunzel Barbie. But if you don’t, try not to throw a tantrum. I hear you never live it down.
Love,
Gracie
Happy Birthday Mike!
We are so proud to have you as our nephew. Always caring, considerate and thinking of others. Of course you’re more than a nephew to us.
We’re wishing you a very special birthday and looking forward to sharing many memories with you when you’re feeling much better.
Our prayers remain with you, Diane, Ava and Savannah.
We love you!
Aunt Kay and Uncle Gene
So many stories. . . so little time.
As an avid baseball fan, I collect cups from baseball stadiums. One of my favorites is a cup from the 1992 All-Star game that Micheal procured for me on a visit to San Diego! He went out for a visit and said, "I think I'll go to the All-Star game while I'm there." I don't know why I doubted he'd actually get in the sold-out game, but he did, and even brought me a cup back as a souvenir!
I also remember a night when Mike was living in Walterboro or Chesterfield and had come back one weekend to be in a wedding. I had a knock on my door about 10:00 that night and there stood Mike in his tux. As a part of his "duties" as a groomsman, he had to extinguish the candles. Well, Micheal had spilled a ton of candle wax all down the front of his rented tux jacket! We ended up calling my mom and my aunt to figure out how to get the wax off the coat without damaging it. We did it (We put a paper bag over the wax, then ironed; the wax absorbed into the paper bag)! I ended up returning the tux for him that Monday looking just as clean as when he rented it!
We love you!
Amanda
Mike,
We had such fun at Walterboro High and you were such a fantastic coach to my son, Chris...not to mention I was an overprotective mom! I came to Richland 2 and you followed securing a position at RVHS. I had two principals calling me after your interviews because they both wanted "The Coach". The rest is history and you have made your mark. Happy Birthday to a wonderful person and role model for all. Love and prayers,
Martha Roberts
Mike,
Happy Birthday! I want to add thank you for your words of wisdom and thoughts while we were together at Ridge View. Whether you realize it or not, you have been a help in my own coaching career, so thank you.
I borrow your phrase, "just another day in paradise," often now while greeting others at school.
I definitely miss those Friday's at Garrett's. We need a book club reunion for sure!
Get well!
Jeff Buys
I remember the first time I met Mike was on the practice field at RNE. He was the defensive coordinator and I was the JV head coach. Our JV offense ran scout team for the varsity defense in practice every day. Mike would have his notebook with all of that week's opponent's plays neatly diagrammed for our JV offense to run. I'd stick to the script for the first six or seven plays and then I'd sneak in one of our JV plays. Just trying to give my guys some reps, you know! Mike would lose it! "Coach, I don't care about a blasted JV game! I'm getting ready for Friday night!" I'd shake my head and promise not to do it again. Then about six plays later I'd sneak another JV play in there....Mike would be ready to flip! "Coach, we've got a pretty important game this Friday..." I'd nod my head "Ok, coach I won't do it again." Then a few plays later I'd throw him another curveball! He'd get so hot!
We've laughed about that a lot since then. Mike has become a good friend and a mentor. He's always there to give me good advice when I need it.
He always gets a chuckle out of my story about having to mow the grass around the aligator who was sunning himself on our practice field up at Wilson High!
Coach, I'm so glad that I can call you my friend as well as my boss.
Happy Birthday,
Glenn Ridings
Hey Coach,
I remember being on that scout team as a freshman fullback and running plays until I couldn't feel my body. Needless to say, it was great when I got to be a part of your defense. Not only did you put in a ton of work, but you cared for all of us players like your own sons and you always wanted to see us succeed. You weren't afraid to go nuts when I did something wrong, but you were even more eager to praise us when we got a big 3 and out. I've been praying for you. Let's have three rea-dy.
Drew Yoos
RNE co 2005
Mike From My Heart To Your Heart "I Love You Forever & A Day". I pray your miracle continues and that you will be home with Diane, Ava, Savannah and all of us who love you. Get well wishes and prayers always.
Happy Birthday My Precious Son.
Mom
Happy Birthday Mike. Praying for you a full recovery. Love to you always. I miss you Grandson.
Grandma Wood
Mike, Happy Birthday Nephew. Praying you get well soon. Go Gamecocks!! We gotta a lot to talk about yet.
Uncle Jerry
Mike, it was so good to see you today and talk with you. Praying you get well soon and Happy Birthday Nephew! David enjoyed the visit with you too. Love from Tracie, Ashley, Elizabeth and all the family here in Tennessee also.
Aunt "Bea"
While re-accounting numerous conversations of life, wisdom and experience, Uncle Mike’s notion of “the older you get, the faster it goes” often stands out in my mind. Not only is it entirely true, but inspiring to me when I think of how much Uncle Mike has always lived his life to the fullest. Traveling, teaching, coaching, backpacking thru Europe, whatever he wanted to do, he did. That is just one, of many things, I’ve always admired him for.
So keep up the excellent progress Uncle Mike. I know you will be back in action soon. You have made a difference in so many peoples lives. Especially in mine.
Happy Birthday.
Love,
Melissa
Michael,
I will sit at night and read these comments and it brings tears to my eyes. What has stuck out the most is that many people see you the way I do. I continue to pray for that miracle, and know that if anybody can do it, it is you. I know a lot of people, but only have a few true friends. I have been blessed to have you come into my life. We have had several stories to share, but I think the common bond for all of us, is our genuine love for you. I have sruggled with this since it first started, but I always find comfort and pain, when I read the blog. I am this tough coach who is always in control, but find myself wiping tears from my eyes. That is when I realized that God puts certain people in your life to make a difference. You have definitely been that for me. We are all blessed that we can share this birthday with you, because we were not sure that would happen. Everything happens for a reason and that is why you were brought into each of our lives. Happy Birthday!!
Your friend
Vince
We have been friends with the Lucas family for many years, even before Diane was born. You do not know us, but you will remember the occasion where our paths crossed...your wedding reception. We helped with that very special event. Happy Birthday Mike. I proudly wear my slate blue bracelet that Diane lovingly crocheted. Some day we will share some Lucas stories with you! Love and best wishes for a full recovery. Our thoughts and prayers are with you daily.
Sandra and Larry Funderburk
Where do I begin? The stories are plentiful. Probably the most memorable ones were when we first graduated college and had the apartment in Copperfield. Astro, the wonder pup was our third roommate. Astro would greet me daily at the door when I came home from work. One day I walked in and there was no Astro, only a Mike with a poked out lip watching TV and eating chicken wings. I asked Mike where Astro was and I was informed that “Astro was in timeout”. When I asked why, Mike threw me his favorite hat (a Bear Bryant throwback) with a big hole chewed out of it. After a small chuckle on my part, I heard a faint noise from the hall closet. Poor Astro had been in timeout for about 2 hours. After that, all we had to do is wave a hat in front of the dog and he would run and hide. That and the time when Mike wanted to see how much Astro could eat and went to the Bilo one Saturday morning and bought about $40 worth of breakfast food (for the dog) … but that is another story for a later date….
Love ya brother… Wouldn’t trade those days for anything. See you soon…!
Mark
Mike, I hope you have had a wonderful birthday. Many of my students made cards today. When you get them celebrate and enjoy your birthday again.
We miss you and keep you in our thoughts and prayers daily.
The storms of today are past and a new healing is in the air. I pray that the freshness of the rains along with the presence of God will hold you in his loving arms.
Love to you and your girls,
Susan
The year was 1983, the month was January. Mike, Mark Rockerfeller (Rock) and myself returned a few days early from Christmas break. After an afternoon of celebrating, some one suggested a Road Trip. We were in my parents 1976 Ford Granada that had bald tires and we were off. Knoxville was the destination however, there was one problem. Rock did not want to go all the way to Knoxville. After a bottle of Seagrem Seven and a stop in Atlanta, Rock was ready for the second part of the trip.
We left Atlanta at 10 pm, and it started to snow. Mike and I were the only ones awake and Rock fell asleep in the back after having a bit of an illness.
It was close to 3 am, Mike had checked the tires and determined that they were not suitable for the snowy conditions and we stopped in Morristown, TN. Mike assured us that he had a relative who live there. Only Mike could not remember where they lived.
After about 30 minutes of Mike running through yards and looking in garages in 20 degree weather, he found the house.
The next day, we were Knoxville bound. Our host took us out on the town and we had a blast.
This is one of many Mike stories and the others will wait for another day.
Happy Birthday Mike. You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers and We love you.
Douglas Kahn - Mark Rockerfeller and the Kahn and Rock Families.
Diane, I must say that this has been a true hit and success. I know that you’re going to have a great time reading these to Mike.
It’s really ironic that I share this story about Mike on his birthday, because this story occurred on my birthday, July 8, 1992. I had interviewed and accepted a coaching/teaching position at Chesterfield High School and was to begin work on my birthday.
I came rolling into town not knowing a soul other than the head coach with whom I’d interviewed. I had met several people while interviewing and one of them was Mike Starnes, but had not had time during the interview to spend a lot of time around him. I arrived at the high school that day and lo and behold Mike was in back of the gym area doing some painting. I went inside to report to work and my new boss asked me to go back outside and help Mike with a project that “he wanted to do.” As you will see in the rest of this story those quotations are important. So trying to be the good employee and make a good impression I went outside and asked Mike what I could do to help. He said “well my brother, one of his all time famous lines, grab a brush and a chair and get started.
Now back to those quotations. If you know Mike well he reads people well and you can’t get much over on him. As many of you know, he coached basketball as well as football during his time in Chesterfield and at a couple of away games he had seen those nice chairs that many schools were beginning to buy that have padded seats, school colors and the school or team mascot name on the back of the chair. Mike seeing these thought they were sharp and so he approached our head coach and AD, who by the way was a total jerk, and said he’d like to get some gold chairs for the basketball program. Well time passed and nothing had been said and Ron, the head coach, approached him at the beginning of July and asked him if he still wanted those gold chairs. Naturally, Mike said yes and so Ron told him to meet him at the school the next day and they’d go over what he wanted. Well that was July 8, 1992 and when Mike arrived at school Ron met him out back and he’d set up two trash barrels with what looked like a 2X6 board sitting on them and a bucket of gold paint. Against the back wall of the gym he had fifteen brown folding chairs (like the ones in your church social hall) lined up. Mike still not putting all the pieces together asked him what all this was for and he then laid out his plan for Mike to have “his” gold chairs. So on that infamous day, Mike Starnes and I painted church social hall folding chairs yellow and began a bond and friendship that I value greatly. To say that Mike Starnes was pissed at these turn of events would be mild, but we went on to have to do many things that summer that made us shake our heads many a times. I will say though, in true Mike Starnes fashion he made life miserable for ‘ol Ron, because he was never able to get over on him again.
We shared this story together in January at Lexington Medical Center when he was first diagnosed with the tumor and the laughs and memories it brought to the both of us that day are priceless.
With that said, my brother, I wish you a very happy birthday. We are praying for you and your family daily and our family Sparky, Jennifer, Molly and Claire are going to be there to celebrate with you when you’ve whipped this nasty disease.
We Love You guys dearly!
Mike,
Happy Belated Birthday. I miss having you around school and going into your office to talk. I appreciate everything you have done for me in the short time we have worked together. You were always there when I needed to vent and I always left your office feeling better about where we were as a baseball program. Everyone associated with the baseball program is pulling for you.
Thane
Happy Birthday, Mike--- You and your lovely family are in my thoughts and prayers everyday. My fondest memory of you was from this past Christmas. I sat next to you most of the day during the family Christmas get together and your biggest concern was having more time to spend with Diane and the girls--- you were looking forward to "retirement" (what a sweet thought for such a young man!!!) Here's to every special moment you will have with your "girls". Love to you all, Cousin Rachel
OK, I know I am behind, but I can be forgiven. Here is one story many do not know. Mike was living in walterboro, he was to have surgery on his knee, and his great roommate was gonna keep an eye on him, so 2 days after surgery I called to check on him and the phone rang endlessly. Finally Mike made his way to the phone and was in dire conditions. Billy decided I should go and get him and bring him back to clinton. So I did, and what happens to a man after days with no bath and no care, a long ride!!! I finally got Mike up the stairs to 2nd story apt. and the first thing I demanded was that he take a bath. One problem, his brace could not be removed. So he sat in a tub in his tighty whities and I tied his brace to the tub handle so he could bathe. Thank you God for dial soap!!!!! The rest of rehab was so so. But in the end I will always remamber that long long ride home (yes, with the windows down). Prissy
Happy Birthday Mike from one of your old de la Howe buddies, that even postdates our Thornwell days...Pulling and praying for you! Bailey
Don't get me started on the college roadtrips with Mike, Philo, and the Kahn Man.... and begin...
or the well planned motorcycle trip to Florida with Scott Long in which Mike layed the bike down less than a mile into the trip... he rode the next 5 hours about 100 yards behind us (with his lip poked out)
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