I was encouraged to Blog by some very close family and friends. I had been reluctant to say the least. What to write? Do I share my art journey, my life journey, my spiritual walk………? Then there is the pressure to “keep up with the posts.” There is also the vulnerability that I would feel, exposing myself to you, the reader. I was also aware of the fact that I did not want to get too preachy, too much I get it, and you don’t. Know this, everyone, when I write, and when I speak, I speak into a mirror, I am writing to myself, reminding me each and every day, of what’s important and maybe how to handle “Life’s Uphill days”
So here I am writing after an unbelievable, matter of fact moment at Healtrax Gym this morning. As many of you know, our journey consists of uphill and downhill moments. The tide comes in only to retreat. Our inner beings sway in the same manner. We relish in life’s highs and live in doubt and insecurity when the life’s lows arrive. I am in a bit of a low cycle. Absolutely no reason to be! None. Natta., to be low, but I am. And as I worked out this am I paid special attention to being prayful, to slow my mind. I even went into the meditation room and did some Yoga/Tai Chi breathing and postures.
To the steam room and a warm refreshing shower. Still I was aware of my “low” this am. Again not depressed, just wearing heavy shoes, and extra weight in my pockets. As I was dressing, the chit chat conversations among the fellow gym members chirped away. “How’s work.” “How was your Holiday.” and so forth. The conversation between two men standing next to me meandered to vacation, Florida and sailing. They both sailed our fine waters and were matter-of-factly chatting about sailing in Florida this winter.
“I’ll be there in two weeks with the family”, Dave said. “are you going down with your wife?” Richard answered Oh no, my wife died.” This got my attention? As if that wasn’t enough Richard then said yep, I took care of her for 26 years.” I stopped, and looked at him as he was leaving, continuing his conversation with David, “I gave her a kidney and………at that point his voice faded.
I stood there stunned, in awe, and totally teary eyed. It’s only ½ hr later, and his words still are bringing tears to my eyes, I made a few calls to share this story, but no one answered. So, here I am sharing it with you.
May I have strength to honor others, life, and all that God has given me, as Richard has done. Twenty Six years of taking care of his ill wife. Think about that. Twenty six years.
All of a sudden there is bounce in my step, the coffee tastes a bit richer, and my pockets less heavy with burden.
My dad would always say to me ….”You never know”. I guess Richards’s story is the epitome of that.