Struggles. I have always had them. 

They have came in many forms. For a long time I would become angry when struggles came. I would wonder, why me? I realized, at some point, the concept of struggle in my life is here to stay. I still, on occasion, feel angry. It’s a work in progress, like most of my behavior and responses. I do my best at working through the ones that I may be able to affect. Some, low priority ones, are left to dissipate or fester, and become a higher priority. 

Nevertheless, I am persistent and Keep Going! 

I’m still here . . . . . 

I’ve halted “Across the Land” three times. I hardly missed a lick, and was at it again. I’ve struggled. I’m still here! It’s okay to struggle. It must be, because I do it. It must be okay to quit, because I’ve done that. It must be okay to fail, because I’ve done that. I’m still here.  Persistence is a trait I surely have. If I sense importance, I Keep Going. I don’t rely on anyone for that decision. I trust me most. I care much about the people being affected by alzheimer’s disease. I am helping in a worthwhile cause.

I’ve had something really cool happen to me. I finally really believe in myself. 

Did someone hand me the post it note and that changed my world?  Nope.

I realized, well, I will let this quote say it for me. 

“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.”     Calvin Coolidge 

Beautiful quote from Forrest Gump himself . . . . . 

 “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happenin’ at the same time. I miss you Jenny. If there’s anything you need. I won’t be far away.”

Mom’s place and my room . . . . . 

Listening to mom . . . . . 

She makes at least one call every day. She asks if they are okay, they chit chat, she tells them she loves them, goodbye and hangs up. Most are elderly and have physical challenges. If they don’t answer, it concerns her. 

can’t ever forget my jogging stroller 

Approximately 4000 miles of pushing this well built machine. Carrying my gear and supplies earned it a place in my room. 

He had a couple of weeks to live

Pancreatic cancer put him in a wheelchair. We met at Amicalola Falls in North Georgia. He told me he only had a few weeks left. He said he understood for the first time how to love and appreciate life and people. He told me he wanted more time. He passed about 5 weeks later. 

Remembering Neda 

Remembering Neda Agha Soltan. She was shot during the 2009 Iranian election protest.

Agha-Soltan’s death was described as “probably the most widely witnessed death in human history.

keeping up appearances as a runner?

I’ve been reading the blogs of some very strong runners, mostly long distance, and mostly trail runners. I appreciate the candor. Some speak of depression, chronic pain and loneliness, among other things. Some speak of feeling they may have overdone it, and wish they had not. Some even speak of feeling, in reality, that they don’t think they contribute anything useful to humanity. Some speak of feeling as though they have almost abandoned the family they helped creat.

Nope, no links for this. I found them, and I appreciate them. These folks are human. (they are also very fast)

what thoughts do aid workers have?

Some aid workers see rough situations. Some work in the trenches and do so for long stretches of time. I read about situations that can’t even be maintained, let alone solved. I’m wondering what it must be like to be near life and death situations daily. What does it feel like to be a witness to hunger, thirst and a lack of shelter. 

Think about that and then think of coming home to America and seeing what we see and reading what we read. 

The thoughts of all that has began to affect my life. It makes me thankfull for what I have and sad for those who don’t even have food, water or shelter. I pray to God and I donate to Unicef. 

This type of post makes me think of Eric Liddell.  Here is a link to one of my post about him.