what can I really do?

“When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I found I couldn’t change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I couldn’t change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.” 

I did not write this. I found it using Google. No name followed it.

lots of travelers 

being here, in Roberta and getting out on U.S. Highway 80 almost every day has provided me with a point of view. I believe their are a lot more long distance travelers (bicycle and foot) than most of us have ever imagined and I think a lot of them do not use any social media. I have met several personally and I speak with long time residents here and they have spoke with many. 

The five I met here used no social media at all. I don’t know about the ones the locals met. I have realized it takes a certain spark in a person, to even notice the travelers as they ease through a town. 

I met several in other parts of the country and only a couple used social media. 

These folks do not have the look of being homeless. The bicycles are nice and the gear is the good stuff. Almost all of the foot travelers used a stroller. 

I use Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and WordPress, and they use mothing.

One young man I met near Seligman, Arizona was a little different. He used a stroller. He posted on Facebook each Sunday evening. Just posted where he was and how far he had gone both that week and in total. Nothing else.He last post said simply “I am finished and I am going home”

I don’t know why, but this all fascinates me.

Roberta, Georgia 

Saturday, July 23rd, 2016

Took this picture in Musella, Georgia

The 7 miles is finished for today. It’s Saturday so I spoke with lots of folks.

I met a long distance bicyclists. Lots of miles on a bike and lots on a surfboard. No social media. He likes connecting beside the road. Here is a picture. 

He was sent to reassure me and it worked

I feel Strong! I am a very persistent man. 

The streak is at 43 days at 7 miles daily on Charity Miles. Hope you will join me. I appreciate you! 

Roberta, Georgia 

no social media !!

Since January 24th, 2016, I have lived 1/4 of a mile from U.S. Highway 80. I jog and walk on it almost daily. I have met 5 long distance travelers.They were either on foot or a bicycle. 

No social media for these folks. All in great shape. The distance traveled by 2 of them escapes me. Most sleep wherever. No motel types. Smart phones yes, but no social media. 

I am in total awe of these men

Here is a picture of one. 

 Roberta, Georgia 

drove home from Little Rock, AR 

I had been on foot pushing my stroller. I started at Skidaway Island State Park near Savannah, Georgia. I was in Little Rock and found out mom was sick and her husband was in intensive care. 

Caught a ride to a rental car place, I rented a car, loaded the stroller in the trunk, and drove to Valdosta, Georgia. I made sure all was okay. I drove back to Little Rock, and kept going. This was in 2013.

Her husband died on March 12th, 2016. 

Friday, July 22nd, 2016

Hearing of the accidental death of a local news anchor, shook me this morning. I have met many of them. They were all so full of life, excited, exciting and hoping to make a difference. She would have been 25 years old today. Prayers were said for all concerned. 

7 miles to cover on foot today. It helps me stay fit and I earn money for the Alzheimer’s Association, by using Charity Miles. I think of this saying, because of the application. 

“If you add a little to a little, and then do it again, soon that little shall be much”
Greek poet Hesiod

Roberta, Georgia 



the Starfish 

A young girl was walking along a beach upon which thousands of starfish had been washed up during a terrible storm. When she came to each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it back into the ocean. People watched her with amusement.

She had been doing this for some time when a man approached her and said, “Little girl, why are you doing this? Look at this beach! You can’t save all these starfish. You can’t begin to make a difference!”

The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated. But after a few moments, she bent down, picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she looked up at the man and replied, “Well, I made a difference to that one!”

The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and thought about what she had done and said. Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined, and all the starfish were saved.

— Adapted from The Star Thrower

the news anchor 

I heard of her death early this morning. She was in an accident last night. She would have celebrated her 25th birthday today. 

I have met so many news reporters. Some, I was fortunate enough to spend a few minutes with. I mostly remember excited and exciting people. Most spoke of wanting to make a difference with their lives. 

This morning when I heard of Ms. Terrell, I felt extreme sadness. I never met her, but from looking at a couple of pictures of her, I will take for granted that she was excited, exciting and had tremendous dreams of “making a difference”

The way I feel this morning, I would say you “made a difference” in my life Taylor. 

Roberta, Georgia 

his mom is gone

he was her caregiver for a long time. He admitted that he wished it all would end. He got so worn from watching her 24/7. 

She is gone now. He says he can see her in his minds eye. He remembers the sadness on her face.

He misses her. He had the ability to change the sadness to a smile. He wishes he had done that more often. 

Thursday, July 21st, 2016

It’s raining as I type this. (8:42 pm)

A friends mom is slipping away. (alzheimer’s) The mom had been an accountant. Rough times now for them. 

My streak is alive and doing well. It creates interest at times.

I enjoy relaxing a few minutes here and there, in mom’s yard.

Last night I read about different groups that do not get alzheimer’s as often as others. Research is being done to determine why. It may help to know.

I spoke with 2 neuroscientists this week. I appreciate them giving me a few minutes of their time.

I’m managing the resources I have. My complete loyalty is to doing what I can, with what I have, and doing it full time. Awareness is key to “change”

Roberta, Georgia