Yesterday, the nation lost its greatest living statesman: a father, grandfather, husband and friend, Dr. Tom Coburn.  Tom, who was 72 years old, fought a hard decades-long battle with cancer.  I had the privilege of working side by with Tom for the last five years.  It’s not often one gets the opportunity to meet a man of his stature, let alone to walk daily in his shadow. 

There are many men of great accomplishment and sometimes good men of deep character.  To find both in a single individual is exceedingly rare.  We worked together, traveled together, dined together and prayed together – time I never took for granted.  I watched him and learned some very important lessons which I wanted to share with you as a way of honoring his life.

First, he showed me that in politics principles matter.  He sometimes voted “no,” because it’s the right thing to do even when he’d get attacked for it, even by his own constituents.  Being a physician and serving in both the House and the Senate, that’s how he got the nickname, “Dr. No.”  He refused to violate his principles.

I once heard a state legislator ask him, “You wouldn’t vote against what your constituents think, would you?” 

“Absolutely,” he responded without hesitation.  “All the time.  My constituents elected me to exercise my judgment and to lead because they trusted me to do so with integrity.  Integrity means I’m true to my principles.  Sometimes that means leading and going out to educate my constituents as to why I think they are incorrect on an issue.  And if they don’t like that I’m acting on principle, or if their principles don’t align with mine, then they can — and should — fire me.”  

That stopped me in my tracks.  By the time I met Tom, I was pretty cynical about politicians.  Most seemed to be self-serving and self-important.  Tom was the exact opposite.  He never gave himself the credit he deserved and always elevated others.  When I complimented him on his time in Congress, he’d say he didn’t accomplish enough, and everything he did accomplish was a credit to “the best staff on the Hill.”   That was not false modesty, it was the truth according to Tom.

Second, he taught me that honorific titles are unimportant and should be rejected.  We have a strange habit in this country.  Like royalty, our Senators, Congressmen, Judges, etc. retain their titles after they leave office.  They are referred to by their titles until they die.  He hated that.  People often referred to him as Senator Coburn, and he would correct them by asking them to call him Tom.  If they insisted on a title he’d say, “You can call me doctor.  That is the more important one anyway.”  He loved helping people with his medical training and he was a truly humble man.  He was never overly impressed with himself and didn’t draw his self-worth from being a Senator or a Congressman.

When Tom first ran for the House of Representatives, he publicly stated that he would serve no more than 6 terms, or 12 years.  He was intending to serve, and then go home.  He kept that promise, unlike so many who advocate for term limits before getting so comfortable in the Beltway they refuse to leave.  When he was asked to run for the Senate (and he resisted, but ultimately ran), he promised no more than two terms.  Once again, he lived up to it.  He resigned after 10 years in the Senate, to work for the Convention of States Project because he believed that DC would never fix itself.  When Tom made a promise, it was unbreakable.

After he left the Senate, Tom promised he would work for Convention of States as long as he could.  “I don’t know how long I have,” he told me over dinner.  “The cancer or the treatments — one of them will eventually kill me.  But I will fight for my country as long as I have any fight in me.” Over the last five years, I’ve been witness to that promise kept.  

Third, I learned personal toughness matters, a lot.  Tom was as tough a human being as I’ve ever seen.  That’s no simple thing.  He’d hate me telling you this, but I’ll pray for forgiveness and do it anyway.  Sometimes when we were on the road, traveling to fight for the country, he’d be in so much pain he could barely walk.  Then we’d step into a legislator’s office or a television studio, and he’d perform like he was perfectly normal.  It was astounding to witness his personal discipline, control and commitment.  And we’d leave, and I’d have to get him to a chair, or a couch, or back to his hotel room so he could rest.  He was suffering from lesions on his femurs because the cancer had metastasized.  And I’d plead with him to slow down, to rest, to stop.  He’d scoff at me and tell me to “come back when you are ready for my next meeting.”    

Most importantly, I learned love is the most important thing.  He showed this in his family most. He knew he would’ve been a greatly diminished man without his wife Caroline.  He adored and was so proud of his wonderful kids and grandkids.

But love was also important to Tom in politics.  Yes, politics.  This was counterintuitive, but I watched him do it.  He sent personal note cards after meetings, made calls to check in on old colleagues, gave health and family advice via phone, and sent emails while we were on the road.  All of these things were his daily expressions of love as he lived for his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  You could see his faith in the things he did, the way he treated people, and even the relationships he chose.

It was evident in his somewhat infamous relationship with President Obama.  He and the President disagreed on almost everything political.  But Tom saw him as a lonely man in a brutal town and reached out to him as a fellow human being in need.  Tom lived that in regard to President Obama, checking in on him regularly.  The President reciprocated.  The President used to call Tom from Air Force One when he was flying over Oklahoma, just to check in on him, as a friend.  Tom took plenty of heat for it.  He didn’t care.  

As Tom neared the end, he was unable to travel any longer.  This frustrated him.  He still wanted to be in the fight.  As his treatments went from fighting the disease, to palliative care, he told me that he still wanted to participate.  He wanted to be informed about political developments, and he still wanted to do calls for us.  And he did.  Less and less, but he still did.

Several weeks ago, I received a text.  It was very short and simple.  It said, “Mark, I am at the end of the road as far as being able to work.  Wish I could have done more.  Tom.” 

Even in the end, he regretted leaving the fight.  I wrote back telling him how much I loved and appreciated him and that we’d come visit immediately if he wanted to see us.  I knew he wouldn’t want us to see him down and fawn over him.  It wasn’t in his nature. 

There is so much more I learned from Tom Coburn, so much more that should be told.  Tom would not like it, though.  Not out of a sense of privacy, or false modesty.  But because Tom was also an old-school man’s man.  He wasn’t comfortable with much public emotion.  Once when I was telling him how much I appreciated him and that I loved him, he waved me off.  “You’re too mushy.” 

“I don’t care,” I said.  “You need to hear this, and I’m going to tell you anyway.”  We both laughed.

If you want to see a bit of the man, the real man, I suggest you watch the video at this link.  It is the last recorded interview with Tom Coburn.  It was recorded last August.  He knew the end was coming.  And he sat down on a stage with me, in front of a grassroots audience, to pour out his wisdom and his heart.   I remember asking him why he still fought, in spite of the pain, the difficulty. His response will ring forever in my ears. 

“What else would I do?” he asked.  I didn’t have an answer.  My gut-reaction suggesting he take it easy seemed small in comparison to the fire I saw in his kind eyes.

“Life is intended to be a battle. We’re in to survive. We’re in to compete. We’re in to achieve. Giving up isn’t in my nature. And it isn’t in our nature. It isn’t in our country’s nature. It isn’t in our children’s nature, and it for sure wasn’t in our parent’s nature. So what are our options? I’m in this to the end…. whenever that is.”

In God’s sovereignty, it was yesterday.

Pardon my “mushiness,” but I must say one last time that I love you, my friend.  I will never forget all the things you taught me, nor will the nation.  Thank you for your service. 

May you rest in peace with our Lord in Heaven.  

 

 

About The Author

Mark Meckler

Mark was a co-founder of the Tea Party Patriots, and served as the national coordinator. He left the organization to work more broadly on expanding the self-governance movement beyond the partisan divide. Mark appears regularly on television in outlets as diverse as MSNBC, ABC, NBC, Fox News, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox Business and the BBC. He’s highly sought after for the tea party perspective from print and electronic media outlets, from the Wall Street Journal, New York Times, L.A. Times, Washington Examiner, Politico and the The Hill. Mark blogs at MarkMeckler.com, and his opinion editorials regularly run in many of the leading political newspapers both on and offline. Mark has a BA in English from San Diego State University and graduated with honors from University of the Pacific, McGeorge School of Law in 1988. He practiced real estate and business law for almost a decade. For the last eleven years of his legal career he specialized in Internet advertising law. When not fighting for the future of our nation, Mark is an avid horseman, and lives in rural northern California with his wife Patty and two children.