they will have to chase me

When the Angels come for me, they are going to have to chase me, because I don’t want to leave here. I want to do some more miles. Maybe God will understand, and I’m thinking that he will. Maybe he will tell him to leave me alone for a couple of more days. I hope that is a long time from now, because I enjoy life and I am grateful for it.

I Wanna Grow Old With You

for you, it had to be

a Bible verse

“Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before you. Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways.” Proverbs 4: 25-26

the number one killer in America

The estimates are between 700,000 and 900,000 per year that lose their lives to heart disease. Those figures are for America alone, and are for one year . The Articles mention that most of these folks are obese. Is also mentioned that the problem is worsening every year.

I was obese for probably around 20 years myself. I can’t figure out why I did that and let that stand. The reason I changed it was fear of going back in the Intensive Care Unit again.

I think those figures come out to anywhere between 2000 and 2500 people every single day dying from heart disease.

the missionary at our home

This story was shared with me many years ago. A missionary had spent the night.

In the early 1900’s, a young man headed, on his on, to a group of islands in the South Pacific. It was said that he felt compelled to share the Gospel.

He was never threatened, and after several months there, he felt safe. But, every time he would build a small wooden structure to meet in, it would be torn down.

After a couple of years of this scenario being played out many times, the locals let it stand.

People begin to come and on meeting days, he would have from 5 to 10 people sit in.

He grew sick and within a few days, he passed away.

The locals disassembled the building and buried him there, where the building had stood.

On a regularly scheduled visit by a government representative, two of the locals left, and that was rare. One became a business man, one a missionary.

That’s it, that’s what he told me. I never got to speak with him again. My curiosity about what he shared, I suppose, will always be unanswered.

August 17, 2018 blog post

The 7.43 miles today brings my total on foot milage for 2018 to 1,170.

August 16, 2018 blog post

7.39 miles today on foot for the Special Olympics.

18,211 miles on foot since June 1, 2012.

running in the dirt in New Mexico

In 2013, while pushing the stroller towards Santa Rosa, New Mexico, I saw a runner coming up the hill towards me. We were on a service road. He didn’t look much younger than me, but he was leaner and had a pace I never had, and he was climbing. He stopped, turned South, and went to a fence. He was about to go through it and he saw me. He came over and we chatted. I thought he might have been of Mexican descent, but he said he was a Spaniard. He was very kind, respectful and thought what I was doing was amazing. He gave me a quick hug, told me to watch out for dinosaurs, and said he better get going, that it was 15 miles to his home. He went back to the place in the fence, went in between two pieces of wire, and started running South in the dirt. I was on a ridge, and I thought his pace was extra-ordinary. I stood there and watched until the little dot disappeared.

Those were really some very good times and I miss those times.

From Cannon Beach Oregon to Saint Simons Island Georgia

Yesterday’s visit went well. I met her last year as she was finishing her trip from Cannon Beach Oregon to St. Simons Island Georgia.  This time she was in a car,  with her parents, headed to the University of Florida.

We chatted on moms deck, and she talked about her future, as a doctor.

Courage may be her middle name, I don’t know, but she went the distance all alone. Her biggest day pedaling was 167 miles.

a testimony

He told me he saw my post on Facebook on June 22nd. It’s about some miles I had walked. He saw more post and decided to try.

He hadn’t walked in years, except around the house, and used a Walker for that. His neighbor retrieved the mail everyday, from the street, and brought it to his door, and would lay it on a chair. That way he could just open the door and reach out and get it.

To make a long story short, he now goes to the mailbox every day and gets his own mail, he is up to walking 1/4 of a mile everyday, using his walker. He doesn’t use the walker in the house anymore and looks forward to the day he will put the Walker away.