Some newspaper and magazine journalist like to make predictions at the start of a new year. I could never have predicted at the start of 2018 that I would lose my right arm before the year was over. But maybe there were some omens that I should have heeded more closely.Read More
My shoulder pain started in the summer of 2015 while I was training for a sea kayaking adventure in Fiji. For the next year and a half I battled pain with the help of my tenacious physical therapist. In the spring of 2017 I consulted with an orthopedist. He gave me several cortisone injections but ultimately I had a rotator cuff surgery with reduction of a bone spur. Again my physical therapist was helpful in directing therapy and designing a home program. Although my shoulder felt a bit better, pain continued to motivate me to work for a more comfortable life.Read More
Psychological studies show that people over the age of 40 think of themselves as 20% younger than they actually are. So if I follow the norm, at age 63 I think of myself as 51, an age when people tend to be settled in themselves. But at this time in my life I’m not settled in one self but have many selves.Read More
When we were on the circuit of visiting universities with our sons, we heard a university counselor give some good advice to parents.
He said, “There will be times when your son calls you late at night. He will say, ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m flunking out, I’ve got a big paper due tomorrow, I’ve got a huge test the next day, I don’t have any friends, and I am broke.’
I had a lot of time to reflect on Monday as we drove 10 hours through the grasslands of America between Wichita and Houston. I thought about the phrase “I’d give my right arm to…”
I wondered if I’d ever made that offer to the Universe. Have I ever said out loud: “I’d give my right arm to…
This post is my wrangling with the question “why me?“ The first explanation comes from a speculative cause and affect perspective. The second explanation comes from a more philosophical viewpoint.