Category Archives: inspiration

this is persistence  . . . .  “Across the Land”

“Across the Land” has been going since June 1, 2012. The project was designed to raise awareness concerning alzheimer’s disease and raise money for the Alzheimer’s Association. 

I am grateful for the help. I would not have been involved in the project long, on my own. At every point that I felt ready to bale, folks have come forward and kept me going. 

“Across the Land” has been extremely successful. Here are a few numbers to date . . . . . 

  • 4 years, 10 months, 23 days
  • over 16,800 miles on foot 
  • over 20,000 miles in my car
  • over $40,000.00 donated to the Alzheimer’s Association 
  • over 247,000 views of the blog
  • the blog viewed in over 125 countries 
  • over 50 television interviews 
  • over 100 newspaper interviews 
  • over 20 radio interviews 
  • over 4000 cards and/or bracelets given to caregivers. 

The miles on foot had me wearing alzheimer’s clothing. The car always wore her signs advertising the “Walk to End Alzheimer’s” event and gave out the 24/7 Helpline phone number. Most of the interviews called the Alzheimer’s Association by name and gave out the 24/7 Helpline phone number. The cards and bracelets all had the 24/7 Helpline phone number on them. 

      We have raised a lot of awareness and a lot of money. 

      At age 21, she bought a ticket to Laos, no affiliation – the rest is history 

      you sure were something buddy

      how much should I give back? 

      I’ve read or heard this formula, a few times. 

      168 hours in a week.  56 hours sleeping, 56 hours working, 56 hours left. 10% of the left over time is 5.6 hours per week.  So, 5.6 hours a week dedicated to giving back. 

      I found this quote a few minutes ago. I like quotes. Sometimes they help, maybe sometimes they don’t. Anyway, here it is. 

      “If you wait until you can do everything for everybody, instead of something for somebody, you’ll end up not doing nothing for nobody.” ~ Malcom Bane

      met him on his third ride across America . . . . . 

      we came upon each other near Seligman, Arizona, in 2013. He was close to finishing his third bicycle ride across America. He’s 27 years old now. He cried as we departed. He seemed concerned at my endeavor. 

      Tomorrow he loads up and is flying to a remote area in Africa to ride another 4000 miles or so. 

      If I remember correctly, his is the first bicycle I saw, with a belt, not a chain. I met another long distance rider in 2016 with a belt driven bike. He was 66 years old and riding Route 66.

      Today, a long distance bicyclist came through Roberta. He is heading to Pueblo, Colorado. 

      he disappeared from Facebook a year ago . . . . .  

      he emailed me this morning. Things are different now. I never suspected anything bad or sad. We met in 2013. “He called himself over the hill and fat.”

      He sent a picture. He lost 93 lbs. 

      • No surgery
      • No medication 
      • No doctors

      He said no to coming back on Facebook. Didn’t say why. 

      He runs 3 miles daily, 5 days a week. On the 6th day, he runs 6 miles. The 7th day, he takes off and walks. 

      We promised to stay in touch. 

      Today was his birthday. He is 61 years old. 

      During the time he was gone from Facebook I sent him an email one time monthly. I never missed a month. 

      He apologized for the abruptness of his departure. We spoke on the phone this evening. 

      Oh yeah, he is 5’10” tall and weighs in at 150 lbs.

      I can do this job. I can adapt. I can be a caregiver #ENDALZ 

      Some folks say they weren’t cut out for caregiving. I’m cut out to do what is my responsibility.  It may not look pretty at times, but I am here. This is my watch. 

      remember the antelope  . . good times and bad

      he said watching animals can teach. He saw antelope in a field. Things were great, they felt good. Life was good for them. 

      A mountain lion appeared. 

      The lion left. He had did his thing. The antelope immediately went back to enjoying life. They felt good. Life was good for them. 

      from my little brother Mark . . . . .

      Keep climbing those Mountains. One day when you get to the top, God will take you home. Until then, keep climbing Jack. 

      Manage your resources. Remember, only one Finish Line matters. Enjoy the good times, push through the bad ones. 

      Never Give Up on what matters to you. It’s your Journey. 

      Be able to look at God and say “I used everything you gave me”

      Gene Gurkoff – Charity Miles 

      We spoke a long time yesterday evening. He has an application called “Charity Miles.” 

      We spoke on a couple of subjects. It’s 3:30 am as I type this. I just woke up with that phone call on my mind. I realized the positive way he speaks of everyone and how thankful he is for life. He didn’t speak of his feelings about those two things, it’s just that when you get finished talking with him, you realize that about him. 

      We have known each other a few years now, because of the Charity Miles application. He’s a great example for me.

      I’m putting this on my blog because it matters to me. 

      The Charity Miles application has enabled me to donate over $1000 to the Alzheimer’s Association. 

      Thank you Gene. 

      when is it time to sit on the couch? (metaphorically speaking)

      I’ve read a few articles, spoke with friends and I may have witnessed it. It’s not a thing we seem to do on purpose. Some folks say they can look back with 20/20 hindsight, and see when it happened. Maybe it started with sickness, someone’s death or maybe it snuck up. 

      I’m thinking, metaphorically speaking, we jump up every day and sprint all over the place, and then one day, BAM, things are different. No more jumping up and certainly no more sprinting. One of two things might happen. 1) you might think, well, that part of my life is over, and give in to it 2) others may see you struggle, where they didn’t see you struggle before, and pressure you in some way, to quit. The pressure could be in a straight forward way or may come from folks constantly offering to do it for you because you look like you are having a hard time. 

      But their is another way, jump up slower and sprint slower, and tell folks that want to do it for you, “thanks, but I got it” Maybe you wouldn’t even call it jumping or sprinting. Maybe instead of averaging 3 miles an hour with a stroller, you average 1 or 2 miles an hour. Maybe it’s continued in an electric scooter with a bottle of oxygen on the back. That’s, of course, up to each person.