Tag Archives: Jack Fussell

5.23.2019 another new beginning

this WordPress blog has been a great diary of sorts. As of today its had over 297,000 views and had visitors from well over 100 countries. My plans include getting better at blogging so folks that read it may find it worthwhile. I want to share media from others, keep a record of what I consider special events and editorialize. The subjects will be concerning Alzheimer’s, Veterans, Down syndrome and health for Seniors.

5.20.2019 wide open spaces

Being out west, on foot, on Route 66 and Interstate 40 was a soul opener. I felt better out there than anywhere I have ever been. The openness, is that a word, was wonderful. The peace . . .

I can drive a few miles from mom’s and get a taste of it. What is it? I don’t know but I do know it feels good. Maybe part of it here is that U.S. Highway 80 was a transcontinental highway at one point in time.

I don’t know, but being out there is good stuff.

5.17.2019 When it rains?

In October, if I have a birthday cake, there will be 69 candles on it. One of the many things learned is that because of responsibility accepted and/or responsibilities created by me, a lot of life is to be lived as it arrives.

Creating your own life is done over many, many years and, for me anyway, throwing that out would not suit me.

When it rains, I let it . . .

5.15.2019 How I felt after my weight loss

The most I can remember weighing was 273 pounds. My meals were large and snacking off and on all day was normal. It seems like not feeling good was just something to be accepted.

It was a good struggle, losing 118 pounds.

Maybe the most important part of all of this, is that in the 18 years since I dropped the weight, I can only remember being sick one time.

World Down Syndrome Day . a day to think about inclusion and acceptance

Someone told me that people born with Down syndrome need help.

Thinking about that made me realize something.

Looking back over my life it’s easy to see that help, from others, has always been a necessity. It began with doctors and nurses on October 8th, 1950 and continues on to this day.

Parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, neighbors, friends, teachers, to name a few, have provided help to me.

I was ran over, had pneumonia four times, broke an arm, had chicken pox at age 37, was in ICU four days and anemic most of my life. Someone helped me through those times, and it was costly.

Then something else occurred to me. I sat and thought of the lives of several friends and saw the same requirement for help in their lives as was needed for mine.

If I was in the same situation as friends of mine that were asked if they wanted to abort their baby that would be born with Down syndrome, my answer would be what their answer was . . . “No”, and that answer would come quickly.

the Starfish story again

A young girl was walking along a beach upon which thousands of starfish had been washed up during a terrible storm. When she came to each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it back into the ocean. People watched her with amusement.

She had been doing this for some time when a man approached her and said, “Little girl, why are you doing this? Look at this beach! You can’t save all these starfish. You can’t begin to make a difference!”

The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated. But after a few moments, she bent down, picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she looked up at the man and replied, “Well, I made a difference to that one!”

The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and thought about what she had done and said. Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined, and all the starfish were saved. Adapted from a story by Loren Eisley

Hope he had a good life . . .

I walk a lot here in Roberta, and noticed a man in a pickup often, always waved. He stopped, we chatted, he had cancer. He thanked me for caring. We didn’t even exchange names.

Recently I noticed he wasn’t around anymore. I described him and his truck to a neighbor. Bad news, he passed away.

Wow, this type stuff shocks me . . .

He was a nice guy. We never know when stuff may happen . . .

I hope he had a good life . . . I’m glad we talked . . .

January 2nd, 2016 blog post

Started at the Hardee’s on 341 and finished at Cowpen Swamp Creek.

I saw on this website that a donation was made to the Alzheimers Association.

Had dinner with Sid and Bobbie Sue.

Staying at Felton’s tonight.

Pictures from today.

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5 folks stopped and spoke with me about the trip I am on.

Not as tired today as I was yesterday. No real pain..

The Brunswick News – Larry Hobbs

Our thanks to Larry and the Brunswick News newspaper.

I received an email from Larry, requesting an interview for the newspaper. Brunswick is the area where I will start walking across America on January 1st. I gave him a call and we talked. I asked him if he would include the 1.800.272.3900 phone number, in the article and he said he would. That’s a big accomplishment for us. It’s what makes us feel like we have done our work. He asked for a picture and we sent him one.

The Brunswick suscribers will see that picture, with an article, and it will have the 24/7 helpline phone number included. Someone that sees the article may need help. The phone number is 1.800.272.3900. The phone call will be answered by a trained counselor for the Alzheimer’s Association.

Lieutenant Dan at Amicalola (stroller)

I took the stroller out today for some pictures. Runnng with one is an art form. Ask anyone that has done much of it. Anyway, here are a few pictures.

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This is a BOB Revolution SE Jogging Stroller. I am mighty proud of it. It is affectionately named Lieutenant Dan. I use it to carry gear. It’s getting ready to roll about 2,700 miles.