Friday, June 22, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
So who is correct? Both are correct. We are all blessed with our own opinions and yes, interpretations. This is why communication is a game changer. Without it you may never know that this special thing you do is hurting someone or even helping someone. I received both an amazing compliment and an upsetting interpretation of my actions recently. First, I had a lady email me and told me that she has a granddaughter that does not feel any self worth and this grandma fears what the outcome may be. Recently the girl became a reader of my blog and realized the good in her life and had made a 360 turnaround in attitude and often times will say " I bet George would love to do this!" To me, this is the ultimate compliment. Conversely I have some very very special people in my life that don't feel the same. Who is correct? They both are based on their own unique god given rights to interpret my words. Again the key is communication. It is the way it is and where the thought of hurting anyone is unconscionable to me, it is going to happen. Sometimes reality is a slap in the face and darkness can be freightening, but not all stories are inspiring in fact some are downright depressing, but again I have tremendous admiration for anyone fighting, no battling, any kind of illness and sometimes one has to read deep between the lines to find the good, or maybe it's bad, again it is his or her interpretation!
Do get to the point Greek you say? The point is life is as unpredictable as the weather. A friend of mine lost her 40 year old husband yesterday to a heart attack while driving. Great shape, athletic, strong as an ox and this guy gets stripped from life just like that. Don't get so caught up in your interpretations in life. Focus on what you can do and not what you can't. If I admit that MS sucks that is my interpretation and my right. If you think it has taught you so much and was a blessing for you, so be it. I do not have to be in agreement just as you don't have to agree with me. Life can be a wonderful thing. It can also be a shitty and cruel thing. How are you going to interpret it? Is your way the right way? Is my way the right way? Not even God can answer that. That is what makes us all unique, all special, all different, and all responsible to deal with our own interpretations.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Multiple sclerosis sucks. It beats the living tar out of me every day. And if I let my mind go even an hour into the future I panic about what my next accomplishment will require. It may be something as simple as getting a snack, or something much more difficult like emptying my bladder; An organ that afforded me a four day catheterization in Beaumont Hospital and an ambulance ride to emergency over the Memorial weekend. Unable to void 1000 cc’s as all it takes is 500cc’s to feel the urge, it was time to seek help. Every day I work I tell myself it is the last day. And yet somehow, someway I manage to make it to the weekend. Sure I practice all the self help, healing chakra, meditation and the like, but you know what I am sorry unless you are Stephen Hawking it’s just a plain old bitch. I write this today not only for myself, but for those of us that suffer every day, painstakingly, tirelessly, under the crucifixions of a disease that has gotten nowhere in 150 years, except worse. Today I salute those of you that do not have the option of sharing your story. Believe me I think about you and recognize you and give you the utmost respect for simply allowing your eyes to open each morning, allowing the stimulus of a world you never could have imagined infiltrate your emotional and physical being, and somehow and someway you get to the next day. Life before MS sure wasn't preparatory. Does the guy in the picture above look like someone getting ready for the battle of his life, every day? I think not. His shiny new Mustang 5.0, his Eastbay high tops, and rolled up jeans (that was in then kids) and the best shape of his life. Lesson to self-kind of cliche, but live every day like it's your last because you really don't know whats around the corner, lurking, laughing, creeping. Go balls to the wall, hit the sack because you cannot move from doing so much in the day that you enjoy. Some days it's easy to wonder just what the hell we are doing here. And what was the life prior to this all about?