Thursday, July 25, 2013

NYC Triathlon 2013

This month my son participated in the 2013 NYC Triathlon.  I am so proud of my son. But I also need to share with everyone how proud and honored I am to have watched all the participants in this race.  If ever in life I feel like I can't do something I will always remember the men and women who ran, swam and biked in this race.  I watched people with amputated legs, men and woman in wheelchairs, and a blind woman who was tethered to another person.  It brought tears to my eyes to watch.  No matter what life brings your way you have to live life to the fullest.  To not be afraid to live.  I learned a lesson that day.  Do not be afraid of life. . . live it to the fullest. 

Take care,

Thursday, July 18, 2013


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for mental health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the internet. 

Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. . .we will all, one day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.

Take care,

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Great quote!

To be yourself is very easy, you don't have to do a thing. No effort is necessary. You don't have to exercise will, you don't have to do anything to be yourself. But to be something other than what you are, you have to do a lot of things.

- U. G. Krishamurti

Take care,

Friday, July 5, 2013

Multiple Sclerosis Patients Especially Sensitive to Heat

Water is very important to us all.  It is very important to keep hydrated.  Have a glass of water  first thing in the morning when you wake up.  It will help your body get started.  Wake up the heart.  Have a glass of water before each meal.  And if you get bored with water try adding some fresh fruit to it.  Keeping hydrated is the most important thing for all, but especially for Multiple Sclerosis Patients.

Take care,

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Living with MS...

This excellent blog suggests “...[living] with MS: no resolution”. Each day is a little different, and the challenges do unfold without warning. In fact, imbalance, so vividly described, can be one of the most frustrating symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis, and it impacts basic life tasks. Know that some days are better than others. Perhaps, Living with MS: resilience.

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