“Good humor matters, optimism matters, but we cannot write the rules of life, and sometimes courage and resilience will matter most of all” Jennifer Worth
Wolves survive best in a pack.
The caregiver has breast cancer and it’s bad, Her mom needs care 24/7. There are no siblings. The church her mom attended for over thirty years has never represented themselves with a visit, note or phone call. This caregiver may have a tough time pretending like she feels good. She has a lot on her mind and sorting it out with the situation she’s in, may be tough.
This story is a representation of hundreds of folks I have met.
Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work. Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast beach littered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions.
Off in the distance, the old man noticed a small boy approaching. As the boy walked, he paused every so often and as he grew closer, the man could see that he was occasionally bending down to pick up an object and throw it into the sea. The boy came closer still and the man called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young boy paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean. The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can’t return to the sea by themselves,” the youth replied. “When the sun gets high, they will die, unless I throw them back into the water.”
The old man replied, “But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach. I’m afraid you won’t really be able to make much of a difference.”
The boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!” Adapted from a story by Loren Eisley
When I was overweight, and it was a bunch, being sick was a frequent thing. There were many doctor visits and tests. No recollection of any of those doctors speaking to me about nutrition. An ICU visit hit me hard and I didn’t need a doctor or anyone else to speak to me about anything.
I was proactive, learned all I could about calories, aerobics, resistance training and, well a bunch of stuff.
My health was my responsibility and I sure let myself down. I can’t figure out what in the hell I was thinking.
Not anymore. I’ll never fully trust anyone best me with my life and/or health again.
Why do we get it?
Can we prevent it?
Can we slow it down?
Can it be stopped, once started?
Can we reverse it?
How high are the numbers really gonna be?
Should it be called diabetes type 3?
6.5 days to run from Tybee Island to Columbus Georgia. They said they had a good time.
On January 12 2013, we left Skidaway Island State Park, near Savannah Georgia and ran, jogged and walked to Kingman Arizona. We got in a car and rode to Paso Robles California. We got back on the ground and ran, jogged and walked to Bubba Gump Shrimp Factory in Monterey California.
The we I speak of is myself and my jogging stroller Wilson.
We had a lot of help!
Wilson is a Revolution SE jogging stroller that was manufactured in 2012 by the Bob Stroller Company.
We worked together over 4000 miles. I broke down many times, but Wilson never did.
On the trip in 2013 Sam Moss and Steve Barger took over the pushing duties, each for a day. Sam, the first picture, was in south Georgia and Steve, the second picture, was in Little Rock Arkansas. I had the pleasure of meeting Sam’s wife and Steve let me rest at his home several nights.
The days with these two were good times that became Great Memories.