Good afternoon Netizens...

I settle back into my chair to reflect over the last few days since I last have written and to my utter satisfaction I have accomplished more than I thought I could. With the aid of Sister Barb, I have satisfactorily walked 160 feet with just a walker. Granted, it took every bit of oxygen I could inhale but I made it! Sneering for the invisible camera I intone, '”One step for Sister Barb and one giant step for me.”

I remember, with great clarity two years ago when I could not walk at all. Life, these  days, consists of an unfathomable number of  little steps. Each tiny step is as if I had just run a mile in record time.

More important, however, is that I am once again able to write, after a fashion. Once again, I fawn over the invisible camera but remember I rely on spell-check to correct my many typographical errors before I ship this humble endeavor off to the ether. Things are infinitely better than even a year ago, but my writing still leaves a lot to be desired.

I am steering my tenuous passageway through life with the encouragement of my saintly wife, numerous friends and family. However, I find it utterly amazing that a registered nurse who is also a nun at Providence Adult Day Health, has so much influence on the path I, as a non-Catholic, tread each day. But what is completely blowing my mind, is a 95 year-old woman, Beulah, with whom I have formed a deep and emotional bond over coffee each day, along with Betty and Patty, each of whom have played pivotal roles in my path back toward life as I once knew it.

Each day tiny little steps take place. There are no promises, only commitments. Just when my aging fat body wants to quit, to simply sit beside the road and accept my fate, one or more of my guides will lift me up to once again; I once again soar toward the stars and I am not afraid.

 

   

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