“…attitude is much more important than ability…Failure, if approached with the right attitude, provides opportunity for learning and hence for growth which eventually can lead to success.”
” Think outside the box.” That’s what I always say.
I sat in the chair looking at the piece of paper I had just dropped on the floor. I needed the paper for what I was doing so I had to pick it up. No big deal. Right? WRONG, it was going to be a problem. I couldn’t bend over to get it and I couldn’t get out of my chair and walk over to pick it up. You see the chair I was sitting in was a power wheelchair. Many of the simple reflex actions I used before my quadriplegia still came to me rapidly when I needed to solve a problem. Today was different and I knew it. My wife and my nurse were both gone at the time and so was the option that they could pick it up for me. I knew I had a major challenge before me the resolution of which would affect me…
The events of September 11, 2001 caused me to write an e-mail to a friend in which I said: “If there’s a silver lining to be found in all of this, it is that Americans will bond, and will return to civility.” I was right. For about two weeks.
We don’t yet know what brought about the horror in Tucson this weekend [the Gabby Giffords shooting]. It could easily be argued that insanity is the cause. But well-meaning people, seemingly from across the political spectrum, are using this occasion to make the statement: ‘We must return to civilized discourse.’ I want to believe respect and decency will be the ultimate result of the coming dialog, but I fear that I don’t believe. The lesson learned from…
I saw the painting The Cloth Hall, Ypres by Russell and immediately recognized the World Trade Center of 9/11. Today we remember that horrific attack that happened 15 years ago, and for me it’s as if it happened last week, the emotions are still so raw. The events of war affect every living being. The dead are dead, but those left have to figure out how to find their way forward in a world that’s changed. I had to look up Cloth Hall, Ypres and found that it was Flanders Field, the Western Front that finally was All Quiet, at least it was for a mere 20 years. Then all hell broke loose again, The Great War became WWI and WWII was raging, sucking millions into the horror of death, destruction and altered lives again. It was not long before many were tangled up in Korea, Viet Nam, Desert Storm, New Dawn, Iraqi Freedom, Enduring Freedom….
But we humans are inclined to fight for freedom, for our families, for our country’s culture, for the freedom, rights, safety, and security of others who ask us for help, so we go when called. We send our young, we rally those at home to support our troops with supplies and encouragement, we raise funds to aid them when they return home battered. And our troops pass the mantle of war on to those who follow, they feel the responsibility of those who have gone before, to fight to protect those at home, the future for their children and their country. They often see beyond themselves as individuals and understand the collective importance of being a country that preserves something greater than the individual, something that is good and right.
It’s summed up famously in a poem that was written by a young man about his reflections of the death of his friend on Flanders Fields before the Western Front went quiet –
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
In the blog Andyticipation I wrote Andy comes to northern New York because it is much “easier” for him to travel than it is for me. The word “EASIER” was in quotation marks because it is a relative term. At 6′ 4″ 260 pounds, it is usually a disaster when I travel, but it is […]
Struggling Those were the words I whispered to my nurse in the shower this morning. I was in the midst of a panic attack which had started shortly after I woke up. Early on after my injury I had them all the time, but now I only get one or two a month. At the earliest signs I have learned to take the medication prescribed for them. Waiting, hoping it will go away only allows it to get more developed. Once the symptoms start, it’s just a matter of time. I’ve never been diagnosed with PTSD, but I have most of the symptoms. They usually begin with my legs. There is an overpowering, all-consuming urge to move them and at times, like today, that’s combined with the fact that they feel like solid cement. There are no words to convey the overpowering attitude that takes over my mind. These attacks…
It appears even to me, I am too busy. My commitment to write a daily blog on my other website has failed miserably this year, and my goal to publish at least one per month here has just failed as well! Of course, this does not mean I am a failure!! I am so busy living beyond dementia, some things have simply had to be dropped, and blogging is one of them. Not that I will drop it completely, as find the conversations too interesting on both sites, and my recipe website is also one I occasionally still contribute to, but already has almost 300 recipes.
So, onwards and upwards through the ever so slightly increasing fog, I will contribute here today, so I don’t miss July, even though if I lived overseas, this may still be in June…
This month I want to talk about the term dementia friendly communities, and how…