About Richard Carlson 2017-04-10T06:20:15+00:00

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– Joe Bailey

Co-author and one of Richard’s many best friends

testimonial left quotesKindness, generosity, compassion and genuine caring for others pretty much sum up Richard’s life.testimonial right quotes

– Joe Bailey

Co-author and one of Richard’s many best friends

ABOUT RICHARD CARLSON

Richard Carlson

RICHARD CARLSON, Ph.D.

( 5.16.61 to 12.13.06 )

Richard Carlson, Ph.D. was considered to be one of the foremost experts on happiness and stress reduction in the United States and around the world. As the author of thirty popular books, including the runaway bestseller, Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…and it’s all Small Stuff, he showed millions of people how not to let the small things in life get the best of them.

Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff made publishing history as the USA Today’s #1 bestselling book for two consecutive years. The title spent more than one hundred consecutive weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, and is considered one of the fastest selling books of all time. In 2004, Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff was voted one of the top ten most read books in the past decade. Richard is one of the few authors in history to have two different books at #1 on the New York Times bestseller list at the same time: Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff, in soft cover and Don’t Worry, Make Money, in hardcover.

With more than 26 Million Carlson books in print, published in 35 languages in more than 130 countries, Dr. Carlson became a worldwide phenomenon. He spoke to enthusiastic audiences around the world and was a popular television and radio personality, having been a guest on Oprah, Good Morning America, The Today Show, The View, NBC, CNN, FOX, PBS, Hardball with Chris Mathews, The O’Riley Factor, and myriad other shows around the world.

Richard starred in his own Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff PBS Special, which aired to millions, and was the host of a series called Don’t Sweat the Future, a Discovery Health Network special.

People magazine named him one of the world’s most intriguing people to watch as he helped millions of people learn to relax. He was featured on the cover of Southwest Airlines Spirit Magazine, and chosen as the “Consummate Speaker of the Year” by Sharing Ideas International Magazine. Easier Than You Think…because life doesn’t have to be so hard, discussing how making small changes can produce significant results, was launched in April of 2005 and Richard’s newest books, The Big Book of Small Stuff and Don’t Get Scrooged: How to Thrive in a World Full of Obnoxious, Incompetent, Arrogant, and Downright Mean-spirited People made their debut in November 2006. Richard also authored a nationally syndicated newspaper column for McClatchy-Tribune News Services (formerly Knight Ridder).

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“While en route to publicize his latest book, Richard passed away from a pulmonary embolism on the descent of the flight on December 13, 2006. He was 45 years of age.”

JAZZY’S TRIBUTE

Jazzy family photos with Richard and Kristine Carlson

Life changes fast.
Life changes in the instant.
You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
The question of self-pity.

~ Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

When I walked out the door every morning to leave for school, I always assumed that when I came back everything would be the same as when I woke up that morning. Now I know, regrettably, that life doesn’t work that way. Everything might be indescribably perfect one day, then the next, everything else could fall apart. It’s almost as if life can just stop right in the midst of a fairytale, and the only option you have is to start all over from the very beginning in an entirely different life.

On December 13th, 2006 the most essential man in my life-my best friend-my role-model-my daddy… died. For seventeen years, things were great—they were beyond great. Sure, there were a few speed bumps in the road here and there, but none that blew out the tire completely. Don’t get me wrong, I am more than appreciative for all of those fortunate years I was able to experience living in utter contentment and bliss. However, it doesn’t change the fact that the fairy tale I once knew no longer exists.

Now is the first time I have ever truly felt that life has actually stopped. And yet, it hasn’t.

That phone call from my mom; the sound of her voice, the way I could hear my heart beating and ringing in my ears, the way my heart fell into the core of my stomach… the news I heard that day was the one thing I had always dreaded hearing for as long as I could remember. But dread does not keep it from happening.

There was a gap of time, a clarity I will always remember, a stillness between delivery and comprehension. It’s not reality. It’s not a dream. It’s not even a nightmare because within the sensation of emptiness, something keeps going. It is a pulse in the middle of white. I could reach out and touch the person in front of me. I could feel the phone in my hand. I even sensed the heft of the tears in my eyes waiting to burst, yet the next part, whatever that is, couldn’t happen. Time had stopped, yet I was moving and breathing. Time had stopped and yet I hadn’t. Something huge has ended and yet it had not ended me.

He wasn’t just a “dad.” He was the dad. He went above and beyond his “father curriculum” and taught me far more than I ever dreamed of learning. And the amazing part was, he never had to teach me by actually telling me. All I had to do was watch this amazing person – my dad – do what he did, which was love. He loved everyone around him. Even the people he really didn’t “love,” he still loved. That might sound like a contradiction, but he would find some way to look past the negativity, whatever that negativity was, and he’d find a way to turn it around. He was one of the few people who truly practiced what he preached.

He didn’t just get lucky and score big on his books from a few wise words that he randomly came up with one day. He actually truthfully knew how to make people establish peace and even bliss in their lives. What an amazing quality to have – he had the capability of changing someone’s entire life through his words… Not just someone’s life, millions of lives.

Such a man can be said to wield a lot of influence, yet you would never have known it if you knew my dad. My dad had a genuine humility and energy that was so contagious, you could feel it the second you came into contact with him. His energy was vibrant, yet calm at the same time. His laugh was infectious, his smile gentle. He was clearly exhilarated by the experience of being alive and had the power to infect others with his passion.

Yet, for all his fame and influence, my father taught me the power of words, teaching, and love – not the power of power. This is what I carry with me on my journey to college. This is what I keep in mind when school or even just the little mundane things seem utterly inconsequential. Words matter. Ideas and love are the vehicles toward being the best we can be as a species in this beautiful miracle of an opportunity to live in this world.

Sometimes, when I start to cry hard, I like to sit in my dad’s closet, or go into his office. I like to be somewhere that reminds me of him because it makes me feel he is closer. Death seems so far away, an unimaginable distance. When I was in his office last, I found myself surrounded by and in complete awe of the number of books he has written over the years.

Until that moment, I had never taken the time to realize how amazing it is that he wrote all those books. As I sat alone and let myself cry and miss him, I started to pick up each book and examined it closely. I opened each book up a few times to various random pages and skimmed the words on each page. After I finished, I noticed that on each page of each book, no matter what page I turned to, the words written were astoundingly beautiful. Each word brought me a sense of peace, comfort and even contentment.

The wisdom in his words is hard to describe. My daddy had this amazing unique way of communicating the concepts of happiness to people, some very abstract ideas, presenting them very simply through his words through his voice. Everything he says just flows so beautifully, gracefully and calmly.

It’s strange because all these years, I never knew what all the fuss was about? So many people would constantly come up to me and comment about how my dad “changed their life” or how “brilliant” he is or what an “amazing writer” he is. I never understood what they meant and at times I even found it a bit annoying. I mean, he was just daddy to me. It was hard to see him as others did. Now, I can see it.

My understanding of the importance of ideas and words and their link will buoy my survival during this period and my journey into college to the importance of teaching and learning – these are the essentials to a life well lived.

Reading and writing are not just a means to a grade, they are the means to zap a connection between two or hundreds or even millions of people.

I will never look back and say “I wish I did that differently” or “I wish I spent more time with him,” or ever experience any sense of regret, because my dad and I lived our relationship to the absolute fullest. Whether it was some intense, political conversation we engaged in, or a light-hearted laugh, I treasure every memory I have with him because despite what we were doing, or what we were talking about, it was with him and that alone means it was quality time spent. This too, this sense of deep engagement with those around me about matters of substance as well as just the day-to-day, I intend to take with me to college.

This brings me to the question of self-pity. I think Joan Didion’s words are profound. In a single sentence, “the question of self-pity,” she sums up what the entire human experience can be hinged upon. I know because I wrestle with it daily. Put your guard up too much, then you’re not getting the full experience of life. Indulge it too much, then you risk falling into the void and never coming back.

It’s weird because a lot of people my age don’t know how to handle something like this. They feel sorry for me and I hate being pitied. I hate the feeling of everyone looking at me waiting for something to crack. I can sincerely say that my dad’s death has by far been the hardest, most tragic occurrence of my entire life. All the things I once thought were such a “big deal” no longer come even close in comparison.

This, again, brings me to “the question of self-pity.” Even more so than “to be, or not to be,” the answer to the question of self-pity can lead to something even worse than “not being.” To over-indulge the desire for self-pity can throw a person into the dark abyss leading to a life of numbness. To hide from the pain and over-protect is also to lead a life of waste. To truly live means to face down the question of self-pity.

I certainly don’t have the answer; I just know that it is important to anticipate the question. I know that the question will come back again and again as a part of being alive. I don’t have any pithy profound nuggets of wisdom to offer yet, maybe I never will. I do know that I will get through this, that much I can feel from deep within. More significantly, I have learned that if I can get through this, I can get through anything. I also know that I am in the process of becoming truly fearless. It’s almost as if you can’t live fully until you’ve experienced a significant amount of pain or suffering.

I have learned that when it feels as if everything has stopped and yet I haven’t that means I’m moving, even when it seems almost in spite of myself. If I’m moving, then I’m living, and if I’m living, then I’m going to make the most out of it. I can either stop living, give up and spend the rest of my life missing and wanting my daddy back. Or, I can do what I know my dad would want for me more than anything and that is to continue living my life in the most rich, fulfilled, passionate and remarkable way possible.

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~ Jazzy Carlson

KENNA’S TRIBUTE

Kenna family photos with Richard and Kristine Carlson

My Father was the most amazing man in my life.

No one will ever take his place as long as I am on this Earth. I’m crying right now, but in a happy way because I know my daddy is with me. And I know so many people loved him so dearly and the news of his death is unbelievable to us all. He touched so many lives, and he has changed my life forever. I am a new person now, and there is no more he could have taught me as a human being.

Before he died, my sister was about to hear back from the college, University of Oregon. He was so proud of her. He loved and still loves her so much, as he loves me and my mom. He was the love of my Mom’s life and watching her cry is the hardest thing I have ever had to endure in my lifetime. I know that my life will go on, and this will be the hardest thing I have ever faced–truthfully the only difficult thing I have ever faced. He gave me anything and everything–he gave me unconditional love. All he ever wanted was to be happy, and to make us happy. We were his world–we were his three girls. But as he watches down on our family from heaven, he IS smiling and he knows that we are going to be all right, because we have to be. We have to get through this. Things in life happen for reasons that we just CANNOT understand. But if anyone would, my Father would be one to tell us that there IS life after death. We have to grieve for the ones we love, and we have to set their souls free. But it sure will be hard. I miss him so much already.

My Father was the bravest, wisest, happiest man I will ever meet in my life. He was the only man I know that truly practiced what he preached. He was the man I turned to whenever I needed a real smile and a laugh. I never believed this could ever happen to the one person who was truly perfect. Life does some crazy things, but God does not give us more than we can handle. Daddy will be remembered for years to come, and he has left a legacy on this Earth that will never be forgotten as long as I’m living. He touched over 35 million people in his life, and he really did live an amazing 46 years. He did more than ten men would ever do in a lifetime.

December 13, 2006.* Richard Carlson: Lover, Father, Brother, Friend. You have touched us all in a way that will never be forgotten. You changed my life, Daddy. I always said that I could never live without you. And I know now, that as much as I feel like I am going to fall and die, I will make it for you. You live through me and the people you love. Your soul is here with me, guiding me all the way.

Someday, when I turn 16 and get my car, I’ll think of you. When I turn 21, I’ll go to Vegas like we had planned and I’ll think of you. When I get married someday, I’ll think of you. You’ll be with me. You are not leaving, and I am not willing to let go of you or your love. When I talk to my grandchildren, I’ll be sure to tell them of the amazing and wonderful man I came from, and they came from too.

My life has changed in a way that I can’t even believe. But I am so very grateful for the ones I love, and I am so blessed to have such an amazing sister, mother, and Father … who lives on forever.

They say, “Only the Good Die Young,” and Daddy, God must have really needed his angel back this time. I love you. R.I.P*

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~ Kenna Carlson