The emergency room was a frightening place for me. There was a lot of blood coming from my mouth. One of the doctors said my organs were shutting down.
My knowledge of bleeding ulcers was limited but when I awoke in ICU, I was pretty darn sure this was a serious situation.
Praying, yeah, that would be a good thing to do. But something felt out of place. The word “accountability” loomed in my head. It all needed to fit.
“If you will help me get out of this hospital alive, the work will begin to get in good shape physically and mentally, and the rest of my life would be spent trying to help those that need it, without consideration for my financial situation.”
That’s a heck of a path to choose, but it’s the one for me. I have strayed but there have been many times I did not.
“Journaling is one self-care practice caregivers can utilize to connect within. This ritual becomes a personal record of your observations and experiences. It is your choice whether you share your writings or not. Most caregivers keep their journal private to ensure they have a safe place to vent about the specific difficulties they face.”
The link below will take you to the blog post, the paragraph above was taken from.
In 2013 a young couple stopped and spoke with me beside the road. They were wonderful.
Later on, maybe a year or so, my travels put me back near where we had met. This time they had a little one with them. It was such a joy to see them again and meet the new addition.
Time went by and again, circumstances put me near them. If truth be known, the circumstances were that I wanted to see them again. Yep, another addition to the family, four of them now.
The new addition, a handsome young man, was born with Down syndrome and I ended up being fortunate enough to give him a kiss on his forehead. I fell in love with the whole family. The love the mom and dad show towards their little guys, well I can’t explain how good it makes me feel to be with them.
Watching him, from afar, conquering all the obstacles we all do as little folks has been extremely inspiring to me.
This quote helped create a foundation for everything in my life.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’ ” Erma Bombeck
A Prayer for the Game of Life
“DEAR GOD, help me be a good sport in the game of life. I don’t ask for an easy place in the lineup. Put me anywhere you need me. I only ask that I can give you 100% of everything I have. If all the hard drives seem to come my way, I thank you for the compliment. Help me to remember that you never send a player more trouble then he can handle with your help…
And help me, Lord, to accept the bad breaks as part of the game. May I always play on the square no matter what others do…Help me study…THE BOOK so I’ll know the rules…
Finally, God, if the natural turn of events goes against me and I am benched for sickness or old age, help me accept that as a part of the game, too. Keep me from whimpering that I was framed or that I got a raw deal. And when I finish the final inning, I ask for no laurels; all I want is to believe in my heart, I played as well as I could and that I didn’t let you down.