One could think I had a particularly bad Father’s Day. Considering I hadn’t gotten a phone call or a card. Also, I felt ill all day with body pains and an earache. But I took a much-needed nap, put a heating pad on my shoulder, and listened to the birds happily chirping around the birdfeeder. So guess what, I started to feel better. You see, good and bad are what you make them. Now that may sound easy to say if you’re feeling okay. But if think about, something only stays bad if you allow it.
Four years ago, I nearly drowned in my own fluid. I suffered a heart attack without realizing it the week before and fluid was building in my chest. Now that was bad. But since that time, I have been more conscious about my health. Eating better and doing as much exercise as I can. The pay-off of that bad situation has been a 93lb weight loss and a healthy reassessment of my life.
The thing is you can’t wish or will bad things away. Because they are coming. The key is to do your best to survive those tragedies and keep moving. Listen it would be so easy to just give up. My bride who lives with a disability that robs her of so much. Gets up every morning and does her best. She tries over and over again, learning and relearning the things we take for granted. How dare me ever feel sorry for myself? Face it, shit is going to come your way. So you cab get mad about, even have a “hissy fit”. But then dust yourself off, put on your “big boy/big girl panties” and make something positive out of it.
Four years ago, I nearly drowned in my own fluid. I suffered a heart attack without realizing it the week before and fluid was building in my chest. Now that was bad. But since that time, I have been more conscious about my health. Eating better and doing as much exercise as I can. The pay-off of that bad situation has been a 93lb weight loss and a healthy reassessment of my life.
The thing is you can’t wish or will bad things away. Because they are coming. The key is to do your best to survive those tragedies and keep moving. Listen it would be so easy to just give up. My bride who lives with a disability that robs her of so much. Gets up every morning and does her best. She tries over and over again, learning and relearning the things we take for granted. How dare me ever feel sorry for myself? Face it, shit is going to come your way. So you cab get mad about, even have a “hissy fit”. But then dust yourself off, put on your “big boy/big girl panties” and make something positive out of it.
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