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STILETTO – a high pointed HEEL on a woman’s shoe or a small dagger. WHEELS – a medieval instrument of torture or a vehicle for personal mobility. |
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Yay, 2010, not a bad year – one hospital visit for treatment in May, some dizzy spells, something of a relapse kicking off in November but probably a few more months until my next hospital visit (assuming I am able to avoid most serious bugs this winter!) and I found a great chiropodist which helps stabilize relations between me and EaZyD – who is good at many things … not including feet! Other than his own! Umm, TMI, so, moving on … In case anyone thinks this means I am fine … think on. Well, no, I am fine for me but this still means I wake everyday, cursing, in pain. All my daily activities are carried out in pain and difficulty. My social activities remain curtailed by …oh, yeah … that’s pain and difficulty again! Chronic illness, huh? Wouldn’t want y’all to think it’s too easy! Enough with the moaning, I hear you cry and I feel you, man. Moaning sucks! So, I’ll end with a story (precis’d from an email) about an experiment, carried out by the Washington Post in 2007 which, in brief, involved a world-famous violinist, Joshua Bell, playing, incognito, as a busker at a Metro subway station in Washington D.C.. Bell played some of the most intricate Bach pieces ever written, continuously, for about 45 minutes as around 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After he finished playing, silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all. Only 6 people had stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. Several children stopped to look at him but were pulled away, still with turned heads, by parents forcing them to move on quickly. Joshua Bell collected a total of $32. We all do it, don’t we? Rush through life – busy, preoccupied, stressed – missing the moment, the people, the essence of now! Why not join me and make 2011 the year that you take time to enjoy the journey and those you meet along the way; to enjoy Life … it has an expiration date; and, to enjoy the magic of every moment. Happy New Year. |
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