Monthly Archives: May 2017

Cherokee, North Carolina – feels different than before, and that’s okay

Mom wanted to visit. She says she enjoys going through the many shops. I was happy to oblige.

It’s different for me now, to be here, than it was several years ago. I see the Native Americans and think immediately of what their ancestors experienced. It makes me feel determined to show respect. It makes me feel determined to be kind. Not just to Native Americans, but to everyone. Life can sure be tough. Even through tough times, I am thankful to be here.

Changes come slow and that’s cool

“​People think that you have to do something huge, like go to Africa and build a school, but you can make a small change in a day. If you change Wednesday, then you change Thursday. Pretty soon it’s a week, then a month, then a year. It’s bite-size, as opposed to feeling like you have to turn your life inside out to make changes.”     Hoda Kotb

the Leadville Trail 100

Reading about those folks last night. From what I understand, you have to qualify to even sign up. 100 miles in the rugged mountains in Colorado does not sound anything but hard. It’s a challenge of Epic size, mentally and physically.

Here is a statistic. Of the folks that actually show up on race day, only 53% cross the finish line. The folks that didn’t finish, do not allow it to devastate them. I’m thinking they move on rather quick. They probably move to another great challenge. They probably learn what they can from not finishing and Keep Going


At one time in my life I would never have thought of setting a tough goal. I was afraid of failure. How could I face folks? Then when I finally did set a goal, I did it quietly. That way if I failed, nobody knew. Then when I set a goal publicly and failed, I squirmed. I didn’t like that and do not plan on squirming again. I’ve grown. I’ve progressed. I now will publicly announce a goal, and if failure follows, I will announce that just as fast. Yep, I have grown because I have failed so often. I have also succeeded much. Not to brag, but to make a point, I have a list of successes that would choke a mule. The list would be small if the goals were.

The growth didn’t really come from the failure, but it came from getting back up. You know “Fall 7 times, get up 8.” It takes guts to fail publicly and do it miserably one day and then show up to go another round, the next.

Time for a quote :

 “You are never to old to set another goal or dream a new dream”    C.S. Lewis 

Milestone – 5 years complete 

Somewhere between March 17th and the end of May, in 2012, I began raising awareness concerning alzheimers. I decided on June 1st, 2012 as the official start date. So 5 years is done. It has been extremely successful. There is more to come. Why do more? No cure yet!

My dad and millions of other folks died with alzheimer’s. 


“It is a good feeling to do something extremely worthwhile and not tell anyone, but it doesn’t share ideas. In an awareness campaign the good feelings that come from being anonymous are put on the shelf.”

I was told this by a very sharp young man in late 2012. 

I will not let those folks die without me doing something 

I thought this out very carefully. I can’t just sit by day after day thinking of folks just like me and you dying from bad water, no food, no shelter and not do something. I found two charities that I will donate to as often as possible. UNICEF and World Water Relief. I will revisit this often and make sure I’m doing all I can. Two statistics really floor me. From 15,000 to 25,000 folks die every day from what I named above. Also 40% of the food we prepare, in our kitchens, is thrown in the garbage. Yep, it’s all I can do for now about that. I’ll put my faith in Unicef and World Water Relief. 

This matters to me. It helps me keep on and on and on – it’s a quote 

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 

Finding my path – ramblings

Ah, it’s been a lifelong journey. Their are so many things I don’t understand. I don’t let it stop me, but . . . . . 

I don’t know what to do, but I do know I am supposed to be doing something. 

So many folks die every day from thirst, hunger and lack of shelter. That’s never been a problem for me. I have always had plenty of good water to drink, food to eat and good shelter. 

Two points: 

  • 15 to 25,000 die each day from either thirst, hunger or lack of shelter, or a combination. 
  • Approximately 55 million refugees walk our planet at almost any time. 

Those folks are no different than my family and friends. Do I turn a blind eye?

I donate often to Unicef. I use social media to raise awareness about this. I pray. Am I doing all I can? 

Memorial Day Post 

We lost 25 men during the time I served on the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt. 13 on the first and 12 on the second cruise. Each time one fell, the ships Captain spoke and expressed sorrow and talked of duty and family. Those were sad moments. We never forgot. 

Home is the Sailor, home from the Sea