Passing the Baton

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I remember my teenage son coming into my home office one afternoon. I was working on a piece of software and what caught my eye is he sat down in the only other chair in the room. This rarely ever happened, teenagers being teenagers, so I stopped what I was doing and turned my wheelchair to face him.

“I’m thinking about joining the army,” he said. Continue reading

Ten Off

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Back in the early 90’s a coworker and I decided to rent a sailboat for a week. We both took all but one shift off (that’s the breaks when you work in the medical field). This is one trip I shall never forget.

The day came and we made the short drive to Annapolis Maryland to where the sailboat was moored in a slip. On the way we stopped to pick up beer, soda and some snacks. When we got there, we had to park a good ways from the boat. Fortunately, they had a cart there we could use to transport the snacks and beverages to the boat. It took 2 trips to get the stuff down to the dock. Continue reading

The Urge To Fix It

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What is it about folks that gives them the urge to fix it, even when the thing in question perhaps isn’t broken in the first place?

A very good example involves my brother. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. He’s a great guy with a good heart and is intelligent despite occasionally not thinking things through. Continue reading

Our Perception is Our Reality

I was shocked when a really good friend of mine actually said, “Your life sucks,” to me. This was the type of friend I would give my last hundred bucks to and go hungry for a few days if he needed it.

Perception is reality.

Lee Atwater

I’ll go one further and say, “Our perception is our reality. Each one as individual as fingerprints.” Continue reading

Creating Community

On her blog, a friend asked “Do you have any memories that crystallized for you even though they weren’t particularly important?” As I lay here in my bedroom in a hospital bed, with chemotherapy drugs running through my system (that’s a post for another time), a memory pops into my head. My answer was too long to put in a comment. Continue reading