Saturday, September 14, 2019

The photo below was taken by me on U.S. Highway 80, at the Flint River.

My life right now, today

It’s a continuous effort to remain as healthy as possible. Life is good. Mine is probably like most others, responsibilities, disappointments, challenges and great times. I’ll take it as it comes, do my best, maybe set a goal or two and keep moving . . .

Forgiveness and caregiving . . .

The caregiver may feel very taken advantage of during the process. The ones not involved with it, may not understand where the caregiver went, why they took the responsibility, put em in a home.

When it’s over, there may be a lot of stuff that needs fixing, and that may be tough to do.

Forgiveness is probably needed all around, but most may feel they didn’t do anything that needs forgiving.

Stalemate possible right? Sad stuff.

Caregiving may be a really lonely job . . .

In interviews with past caregivers there are similarities amongst them. Many, because of mental, physical and of course, sometimes both, may not feel like they fit anywhere anymore. Caregiving may be a lonesome job, and that part may never change, even after the job is finished.

An eye opening day – inspiration

Something occurred to me today. It has to do with inspiration and the effects it may or may not have on me, my life. I have witnessed folks giving their all, heard about others and read about even more. Some folks admit they are not good with words, written or spoken. Some speak of being able to make a trip to the mailbox sound like a grand adventure.

As mentioned above, it occurred to me today that I have been extremely proud of many undertakings, as I was doing them. Not so much so when writing or speaking of them.

Maybe I should spend more time doing stuff. Maybe folks on social media will not be inspired, but those that witness the “try,” may be.

One Man’s Journey Walking Across Canada – True North Trail

The Veterans in Clinton Oklahoma

On the 2013 trip across America I was fortunate to be able to spend two nights and one full day at the Clinton Veterans Center, in Clinton, Oklahoma. I had no idea what to expect. I had never been around a bunch of Veterans like this before.The Center has 148 nursing care beds with 50 beds devoted to the specialized treatment of Alzheimer’s and other dementias. I came into town on old Route 66 and turned and crossed over Interstate 40 and there it was. I went inside and the staff made me feel welcome. They showed me to the room I would be staying in. I had arrived a little before dinner and had been pushing the stroller and was ready to eat. They put me with some residents and we chatted. Some of them at the table didn’t say much. One lady spoke of the same things over and over. She talked about dancing, when she was young, and every time she did, she lit up. She spoke of how her mom and dad didn’t want her to go in the service. Later I found out she was starting to show signs of dementia and would need to go to the Alzheimer’s section soon. Most of the residents were quiet. I spoke with several of them. The staff took me to the door of the alzheimers unit. She punched in the code and we went in. Alzheimer’s patients will travel if not kept in a confined area and watched. The staff seemed very dedicated to making the Veterans smile. They told me of ongoing events they planned, to generate excitement, and of field trips. I spoke with a man that had been in Vietnam and was haunted by memories of buddies that didn’t come back alive. He said he thinks of them every day. Their was, of course, a lot of sadness there and that was to be expected. The staff tried constantly to make life meaningful for the residents. One staff member in the Alzheimer’s section had cancer and continued to work because, in her words: “I love my Veterans and I have to take care of them” She passed away recently. This is a memory of mine that I hope I never lose.

Words from the Peace Pilgrim

“If you want to serve the universe, the obvious place to begin is right where you are. That’s where I began. I looked at every situation I came into and wondered, ‘What can I do to be of service in this situation?’ Sometimes there was nothing I could do, but often there was – a helping hand, a word of cheer, a pleasant smile. Then, after I had given a lot, a most wonderful spiritual receiving began – giving me more to give. Fifteen years before my pilgrimage began, I felt completely willing – without any reservations – to give my life, and I started to live to give, instead of to get.“ Peace Pilgrim

Looking for the good . . .

While speaking with a friend today, he shared a good story with me.

His son was reporting, to some folks, the status of a task he was working to complete. He told of a path he had taken that ended up being the wrong one.

The folks listening said this to him . . . “we understand why you went down that path, and you went down it, well equipped.”

we learn to walk by stumbling

Does a baby quit because he falls so many times? No.

Yep, sometimes maturity tells us we set a goal that was not worthy, but the “Never Give Up” mentality, in my opinion, applies to life and what each individual deems important.

These words, the ones below . . .

“Never give up on what’s important to you”