Friday, May 21, 2010

Angels and Good Samaritans: You and Me?

Recently, I read a story about a Good Samaritan who, during the Christmas holiday, found an envelope with over seven hundred dollars in it, turned it in to the police, and received more fan fare than she ever imagined. The Local Newspaper interviewed her, and in the days that followed her mailbox had an equal tale to tell. Grateful townsfolk were eager to share their feelings about what she had done, sending her heart-felt letters and some even sent her cash. They appreciated the fact that she'd paid it forward. She wasn't even familiar with the expression, and was uncomfortable with all of the attention she received. When asked if there had been any temptation to keep the cash, she said that she couldn't have lived with herself had she kept it, although she had been considering the purchase of a new TV. Low and behold, another do-gooder responded by anonymously sending her a new HDTV.

Stories like these are becoming more commonplace. When times get trying, we begin to see ourselves as brethren and get to (as the Band U2 reminds us) "Carry Each other."
As in, It's a privilege.
I believe we're in the midst of a shift and its reminding us that
We're all brothers and sisters here.
We're doing unto others, as we'd have them do unto us. Sharing, giving and loving because it's in our very nature to do so. We're remembering that we're part of the Universal, and
We're unearthing our true nature.
And Nature always has a thing or two to teach us.
One winter evening, the temperature was well-below zero, and I was fumbling for my keys to open the car door. I had my two toddlers in the shopping cart. My hands felt nearly frost bitten in the short time it had taken me to get from the grocery store to my car, and I was flustered. Two Samaritans, arriving from different directions, one a man and one a woman, told me to get myself and the children in the car, and they'd load my groceries in. I didn't stop to think about whether their intentions were good, I just took their offer, getting my children hooked into their car seats. They closed the hatch of My SUV for me, having gotten my bags in the car, and then literally disappeared. l drove off, panicking, my hands now burning beneath my rabbit lined leather gloves. I never saw them again. They disappeared they same way they had arrived. They had seemingly come together to aid us in our need, and then were gone. It wasn't until I got home, and my hands recovered, that I surmised I'd been helped by Angels.
And Angels among us are becoming more and more common. They're called You and Me, and together, we're realizing that it's how we're meant to be.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Voice and Light: Pass It on...

Let Your Voice Be Heard
Let Your Light Shine
The more you Share The More WE share
Sharing Invites connection
Reminds us We are connected
Like the cells of the body
The ONE body
We form the Whole.

But the Cells have to communicate with each other
in order for the BODY to function
As a Living Breathing Well-oiled Machine
We Honor then
Each other and the whole
when We honor our own Voice
When We shine our own Light
And there by We act and connect

And invite the other cells to do the same
And As Each is Ideally Functioning The Whole thrives
Each small light ignites in-turn another
One Small Light Can Change a Life
One Small light can Change a World


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Simple Ways to Give Back to Mother Earth

To me, Earth Day is all about simplicity, and ease and the obvious. You don't have to buy a tree to plant, or invest in more reusable bags to celebrate Earth Day. (I'm guilty of having so many reusable bags that when I donate to Good Will, I use them to carry my items in, and donate the bag too).

You can pick up the trash in your neighborhood or public park--lay down in the grass in your own back yard and breathe the air. You can challenge yourself to recycle a wider array of things than you already are. Hint...The box from your sticks of butter. The toilet paper roll. And one of my Favorites: the paper pouches from your morning oatmeal. A better bet still would be to buy things with less packaging all together--which are generally cheaper than individually packaged things. Remember the big Old Tub of Quaker Oats? They are just as good as they ever were. My Kids are teenagers now, but don't get me started on juice boxes...

Instead of using a coffee stir stick when you buy coffee away from home, (which of course you drink from your reusable tumbler), pour the milk in first, if you use it,and the sugar if need be, and then the coffee. You have now reduced your need for a stir stick. The action of pouring the coffee on top of the milk and sugar thoroughly mixes the coffee.

It's Easy and costs you less in the long run! Just use less. See what you can do with out. You would be surprised at the difference between want and need.
The distance is so great between these two foes, they can hardly see one another.
And there's always the If it's yellow, let it mellow rule.

So do your part in whatever simple costless way you choose. Mother Earth Wins

and so do you.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

It's My Environment: Please Recycle. It's a Good Thing to Do.

Yikes! Here's How I feel about Recycling:
It's a Good Thing to Do.
How Bout you?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Poetry, Prose and Professor's Woes

I capitalize things left and right...and when I begin writing, everything is in nice paragraphs, and then it morphs into poetic form-- My own Poetic form. When I read about all of the different types of poetry and prose, and prose poetry, I find myself trying to categorize my writing and I don't want to do that, Because

It's a little like poetry
and a little like prose
It's a little like lyric
or like sand between your toes

It's a little ungrammatical
and sometimes yes, verbose
Sometimes hackneyed
sometimes stilted
(Those are professors woes.)

But it's mine
it's expression
it's the only way to go
it's imperfectly entertaining
(sometimes yes, sometimes no)

so I silence both the editor
and the critic
and let free
the wild Child that Exists
inside of you, inside of me.

Variant Capitalization (It's in the DSMIV, right beside Spontaneous Breaking into Song)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Donate Blood: It's a Positive Experience

As the daughter of a man who has given close to 8 gallons (yes, Gallons) of blood over the course of his life, I've become a believer myself in the value and importance of donating blood.
For some reason, I used to go along with my dad to donate blood. He did so every 56 days at the City Hall, or wherever the local blood drive happened to be. I'm not sure whether he asked me to come along to encourage me to one day do the same, or If I went with him because I was just bored. In any case, when the time came for me to make my own decision, (as a senior in High school, at the High School Blood drive,) I decided to give. I've given about 12 pints now, to date. I've been turned down a few times because my iron was too low, or because I've traveled to places where there was a Malaria Risk. I'm disappointed when I get turned down. I think My Dad was too. He's been permanently turned down now because these days, he's chronically anemic. Giving Blood is how he found out he was anemic.

My youngest child Avery was anemic once too. Life threateningly anemic. But we didn't know it until one day, when we were on a cruise ship in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. We woke up that morning and were eager to go to breakfast. Our kids, in the room across the hall from us weren't ready to go. But Avery had gotten up and said she'd meet us upstairs at the restaurant.

We went to get our coffee, as we had become accustomed to doing, and had just sat down at one of the tables along the window, when our friend Cam who we'd been traveling with, came to us, telling us that Avery had collapsed. By the time we got to her side, a medic had already arrived, and had gotten her into a wheel chair. A waiter had seen her collapse, and had gone to her side, alerting the medical center five floors below to come to her aid. Our friend Cam had been nearby, and observing the commotion, had come near, only to realize it was Avery, a child he had known since her birth.

The Nurse, whom we soon came to know as Constantine, asked her some questions:
How long had it been since she'd last eaten?
Had she had many fluids yesterday?
Had she been feeling well?
When had she started to feel not so well?

Avery's Complexion was a combination of green and gray. She was staring blankly, but responding to Constantine's questions. She told him that she had fallen down twice on her way upstairs to the dining hall, after she had gotten off the elevator.

He told us that he suspected that she was either dehydrated or that her blood sugar was low, but that he wanted to do some blood work, and get her a bag of fluids. Once she got some fluids in her she began to feel better, but the blood work began to tell another story. Her hemoglobin, the iron containing and oxygen transporting portion of the blood, was found to be exceedingly low. So low in fact, they retested her again and again to be sure. Gina, the doctor, is from Columbia. She asks us if Avery is anemic. My response was "No. Not that I know of." She asked if any of her check ups have ever revealed low hemoglobin before. As far as I knew, she'd never been tested for that.

Avery had a hemoglobin, at it's lowest point, there on the ship of 4.5. Healthy Hemoglobin levels should be any where from 12-18. Red blood cells contain iron-rich oxygen delivering hemoglobin. Red Blood cells are the most numerous of any in the body.Having a hemoglobin level that low meant that her body was being deprived of oxygen. It also meant that she needed a transfusion. And we were in the middle of the gulf of Mexico. A Cruise ship medical facility is not equipped to provide a blood transfusion. Dr. Gina relays to us that Avery's condition is serious. She is baffled as to why a perfectly healthy 14 year old girl would fall so ill so quickly. She asks is she can sample her siblings blood to see if there is some familial tendency toward lower than normal hemoglobin. Still, a hemoglobin that at first check was 5, and that is now 4.5, needs to be addressed as soon as possible.

She checks Terrence and Lindsey's blood. They are both within normal range. She asks whether there are any blood disorders in the family. I know of a niece and a nephew who had suspected cases. Gina asks if we know Avery's blood type. We do not.
I know that my blood type is B+ because My blood donor card says so.

My Husband is unsure of his type, but thinks he is A. Our son Terrence has donated blood for the first time at his School Blood drive and knows his blood type is A+. We do not know Lindsey's blood type.

Dr. Gina Tells us that Avery will need to be life flighted by the Coast Guard to a Hospital within range. It may be New Orleans, It may Be Houston. She is unsure as to whether one of us will be allowed to accompany her. She asks me how much I weigh. Weight will be a factor. We have taken a helicopter ride before as a family--over the Grand Canyon. They arranged us in the seats according to our weight. Lindsey, our 16 year old offers to go if weight is an issue. She weighs less than I. In the mean time, Gina makes us sign a Waiver to allow for Avery's treatment in our absence. She tells us that the Coast Guard is the decision maker.

They continue taking samples of Avery's blood every 15 minutes. They check her stool, they check her urine. They wonder if she is having any internal bleeding. They ask her when her last Period was Avery relates that it was that morning. They ask about her cycles. How often do they occur? How many days long? How heavy? It is hard to know whether these will be factors.

We ask, Why might she have gotten so anemic so quickly? They do not have an answer for us. There may be internal bleeding of some sort, she may have a bleeding disorder which until now has gone unrealized. It is many hours since the Coast Guard was called. The Helicopter only carries enough fuel to travel 200 miles. We are 250 miles from land.The Ship's Captain speeds up to shorten the distance the helicopter must travel.

Gina has the nurses, also from Romania, send for nail polish remover to remove the nail polish from Avery's toe nails. They need to check the blood flow to her extremities. They repeatedly press on her toenails to see how quickly the blood returns to her toes. We are all in shock. It is two hours before the helicopter arrives. I have prepared myself as if I am accompanying her. I've packed a bag. We must bring our passports as a US customs agent will be there to greet us as soon as we arrive at the hospital.

We all ride up on the elevator together. Our whole family is surrounding Avery on her stretcher. We are reassuring her, although tension is building. She has been brave thus far. They have stuck her so many times with a needle, we've lost count. As we get to the deck with the helipad, we see the Helicopter land. Passengers are lining every deck. We are awaiting the Coast Guard Personnel. Avery's fear and concern come to the surface. She begins to cry. The nurses and Doctor haven't been able to hide their concern. The heaviness is thick in the air. A Ship personnel has greeted the Coast Guard on the Deck and has turned around to come inside.

When the Ship's personnel opens the door, there seems to be a drawn out pause. He says, "One guardian." We breathe a Collective sigh. Constantine, the nurse who originally came to Avery's aid, will be coming with us. I say goodbye to My husband Terry and my kids, and the large man who delivered the good news wraps his arm around me, shielding me from the overwhelming wind of the helicopter blades, and we follow Avery and our Coast Guard Heros onto the helicopter. I don't think I've ever felt such relief or gratitude. They show me where to sit. I gather myself into a tight ball on the floor so that I take up the least amount of room--so that I'm not in the way. They tell me that our flight to Houston's Herman Memorial Children's Hospital will be two hours, but that we will be stopping for fuel in about twenty minutes. Stopping for fuel? in the Middle of the ocean, we stopped for fuel on a platform. I never knew such a fueling station existed.

As we fly, the medics and Constantine are continually monitoring Avery's blood pressure, heart rate and vital signs. At times the readings appear in very serious range although Avery looks OK. They surmise that the finger pulse reading device must be misreading, but when they use it on me, it seems to be working fine.

When we finally land in Houston, it is dark. It is now 6 PM. The US Customs agent greets us, and they take us to a room. Constantine accompanies us and remains with us until Avery is assigned to a room some two hours later. She is stable now, and actually sits up in the emergency room. I try to reach Terry and the kids to touch base with them. It's a good two hours before Avery is given her transfusion. Her blood type is AB+, the Universal Recipient. She can receive blood of any type. I think to myself, that anyone of us in our family could give blood to Avery. This is a relief to me.

One of the Doctors suggests that they may have to do a bone marrow test. Red blood cells are manufactured in the bones. There could be a problem with the manufacture of these cells, or of the platelets, which allow the blood to clot. He mentions von Willebrand's Disease, and Thalassemia. Not knowing anything about any of these disorders, or their prognosis, I am worried.

The transfusion is given very slowly. It will take a few hours. She is given O+ blood. After she receives the transfusion--two units, that is, two pints-- of blood, we wait for her hemoglobin to rise, and to see that she stabilizes--that her hemoglobin remains up. They tell us that they'd like to see her hemoglobin at 8. She gets to 7.5. They continue doing more tests. In the meantime, My Family finally arrives, after a delayed ship arrival due to fog. They are 5 hours late upon return. Then next day, they allow Avery to leave the hospital, to follow up with her Pediatrician at home.

She is given a prescription for iron supplements, to rebuild the iron stores in her body and to raise the hemoglobin level. After we get home, her pediatrician instructs us to pay very close attention to her menstrual cycles. How often are they occurring, how long are they lasting? We check her stool for two months to make sure there is no subtle bleeding in the gastrointestinal tract. She continued to take the Iron supplements and her hemoglobin level slowly rises, however we soon come to realize that her Menstrual Cycles are the culprit. The Gynecologist puts her on the pill to supply the needed hormones to control her bleeding, and her Hemoglobin levels continue to rise. Apparently, over the course of many months time, Avery was becoming more and more anemic--her blood deprived of the iron rich blood cells that
carry oxygen to all of the body's tissues. Anemia can be caused by either excessive destruction of Red Blood Cells, excessive blood loss, or inadequate production of Red Blood Cells.

How lucky she was to be airlifted to the Hospital and receive that transfusion. How lucky she was that two individuals, who will remain unknown to us, felt inclined to donate blood. Every Day, countless individuals donate blood to the American Red Cross, and every day, countless individuals like Avery receive that life giving blood. It was a full year before I could donate blood again after that Cruise to Mexico, because of the Malaria Risk. But as soon as that year was up, I happily donated my B positive blood again, this time with an even greater dedication. The last time I was eligible to donate, I took my now 17 year old daughter Lindsey with me, also B positive and she donated for the first time. Yesterday, she signed up for her High School's Blood Drive. When Avery is old enough, as long as her hemoglobin remains stable, which it has now for over a year, I'll encourage her to also. I'm positive she will. AB positive.


Saturday, April 17, 2010

Love is Stronger than Fear

In the Inner Harbor of Baltimore,
My Daughter and I recently encountered, as we have in the past, a Homeless man, who was hunkered down for the night under a few sleeping bags with his book, and all of his belongings. We were walking home from dinner; our dinner at the restaurant, which often has a two hour wait.
After a long day of touring colleges, we had been so hungry that we ordered an appetizer and a meal. The appetizer was enormous, and ravenous as we were, we ate it hungrily. There was still some to spare. When our meals arrived, we picked at them, out of obligation, but decided to take the whole portions home, although we were staying in a hotel, and leaving early the next morning, and likely wouldn't have even eaten them.

As we passed the man, he made some gesture to us, to alert us he was there. We kept walking, but then looked at each other and said,
"Should we give him our left overs?"

We decided we would. We walked towards him, and asked,
"Are You hungry?"
He replied,
"I never turn down food."

He thanked us,
as a neighbor might do when you loan him your ladder.
I told him what was in the bag and how good the food was.
I said I hoped he enjoyed it, and we moved on.
We felt good.
As we left, a local woman walked by,
and acknowledged the homeless man.
She called him James.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I Am Your Personal Cheerleader

I am Your Personal Cheerleader

I am your personal Cheerleader because
I believe in You.
I am Your Personal Cheerleader Because
I see the Real You
I am Your personal Cheerleader
Because I know Who You are

I am Your Personal Cheerleader Because
You have your Own Gifts
I am Your Personal Cheerleader Because
the World needs those Gifts

I am Your Personal Cheerleader Because I know how You Feel
And to feel isn't wrong
To Feel is to be real

I am Your Personal Cheerleader Because I Can see Your Point of View
I am your Personal Cheerleader
Because The World Needs More of You

I am Your Personal Cheerleader because You have something to share
I am your personal Cheerleader
because The World's Better with you there

I am your Personal Cheerleader because There's nothing that you lack
I'm just here to remind you
Give Your All
and Don't Hold Back

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Grist For the Mill

As a writer sometimes I'm hard on myself.
Because I'm not keeping a regular schedule writing.
I'm not writing enough.
I'm tempted to take the advice of Writing journals.
Journals that insist we must write on a schedule-
that we give less credence to our own soul's suggestion.

But I've found that my writing soul is soothed best when I listen to it;
writing when I feel most moved to write.
When I'm inspired.
When I'm full to the brim and have something to say.

Of course, I'm not paying any Bills with my writing.
But there'll never be a shortage of things to say.

Our pace may slow down at times, but we never really stop creating.

But I do give myself credit when I comment on blogs or articles.
I may have existing writing projects that are in limbo.

But often
a blog post or essay I've read
has ignited a spark in me--
and I end up writing,
at that moment,
about something that has lain dormant

-something I was avoiding acknowledging-

until it was brought to the forefront of my attention
and the scales were tipped.

I also give myself credit for parking at the far side of the parking lot.
I give myself credit for taking the steps instead of the elevator.

I once vowed on a cruise (as our rooms were on the eleventh floor)
that I would not take the elevator for the whole voyage.

I surmised that taking the stairs everywhere
would keep my heart rate up throughout the day,
without having to formally exercise.

But I had to break my vow.
I did ride the elevator once
with my daughter on a stretcher
and she and I were airlifted off the ship
in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.
to a Children's Hospital in Houston.

It's One Year later, and She's Perfectly Well Now.

That's one of My stalled writing projects.

I think we are creating every moment.
Creating Family nourishment when we make dinner
although it may be hurried
and simple.

We create security when we do the laundry
and fold it
and have it ready for the next day.

We create goodwill when we sit with our pets
and smile
and quietly contemplate.

Grist for our mills; the every day.

For we are always milling
the grain that will
be food for our souls

Our own personal souls
and the souls of those for whom we care.

The ONE soul.

There are days I feel an undeniable urge
an urge to relate
an urge to create

and to record it all--

I Remember those Days.

There are days when I am a receptacle,
And Days when I am a Writer.

And that's OK With Me.

Look at that
I wrote an unexpected Blog post today.

Today's Post was Inspired by 2 Posts in the Blogosphere:


Sunday, March 21, 2010

For Long Lost Bloggers: We Miss You

Come Back, Please!

The Blogosphere has an empty spot

since you've been gone

and it's all off- kilter!

It's missing your song

It's missing a melody

That clearly belongs

It's missing your piece

It's missing your song

It's missing a part

Only you-so can share

Come back! Come back!

Come back, if you dare!

We need You

We need You

We need you, it's true

Your return to us here

is long over due

So write all your papers

And take all your tests

One foot, then the other

This method is best

And we'll wait

If we must

We'll wait here for you

Reading lots of good blogs

Not minus yours, but in lieu

So when you return

All recharged and renewed

You'll be full of more inklings

For us, here to view.

Godspeed ;)

Saturday, March 6, 2010

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It’s Uplifting
and Light-hearted
Whimsical and Fun
And I’m sure I’m not the only one
Who thinks your work is really great
And thinks that you should celebrate
your taste and charm–
outlook boheme
the stuff of psychedelic dreams

Your Prints and Schemes just make me smile
and I’ve enjoyed
this time I’ve whiled
here on your site
with style galore
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This Poem of Appreciation was inspired by the Work of a wonderful Artist, Stephanie Corfee,

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Loneliness and Exhaustion, Patience and Perseverence

Photo from Katie's Website:Row for Water)

If you ever wondered what true exhaustion feels like, or claustrophobia, or utter loneliness for human companionship, Katie Spotz can enlighten you. And if you wonder whether these things can indeed be overcome, then this young endurance athlete can answer that too. Among many other feats to her credit, she's rowing across the Atlantic Ocean. Alone.

As Endurance, is her strong suit, she's run 150 miles across the Mojave Desert
and Biked 3,300 across the US (Averaging 85 miles per day).
Not to mention an impressive swim-the full 325 mile length of the Allegheny River.
Then there was the Half-Iron Man,
and that 62 Mile Marathon too.

But this time, she's rowing the Atlantic Ocean-
A 2,500 mile row from Dakar, in Senegal to Cayenne French Guiana, and

she's only 22 years old.

She's also responsible for inspiring and enthralling many of us land-lubbing coach potatoes along the way and raising awareness, for let's not forget, Her Cause: Water.
That is, Clean, viable drinking water.

Water is very likely, the number one thing we, in developed parts of the world, all take for granted. But the Truth is, 1 in 6 of us on God's green and mostly blue Earth, don't have access to this most basic of human necessities. This should, at the very least, make us think twice about leaving the water running when brushing our teeth.

Katie's quest to raise awareness for Water issues in the developing world, is no question being realized as she rows across the Atlantic, solo. Aside from raising awareness, another important goal was to raise $30,000. But that's long been been surpassed.Her efforts have amounted now to well over $50,000 and growing. But this will only cover a small portion of our fellow men, women and children who live, on a daily basis without the access to clean, safe drinking and bathing water.

Check out her website Row for Water and watch her progress which is being charted by GPS. See her location in real time, cheer her on by leaving a note of encouragement, and by all means donate what you can. For $30 you can offer someone a lifetime of safe drinking Water, as we in the comfort of the developed world recognize how good we have it, when we turn on the faucet every morning to wash our face and brush out teeth.

Katie has teamed up with a non-profit organization which, since 2002 has been funding and providing safe drinking water projects in over 18 countries of the world.

But what must it be like to row, for 10 hours a day, rain or shine, with only music and audio books to entertain? I think I can safely say, it could be one of the ultimate tests. What about rain, what about storms, what about the possibility of capsizing? What about the power of the human mind to lead you into terrible, terrible territory? Katie relates that the boat is "self righting" and capable of taking on 30 ft. waves, and Hurricanes. Says Katie,

"Fears are a heavy burden that I am too lazy to carry around! Although my fears are not my source of motivation, my greatest fear would be to let my fears make my decisions for me and not row across the Atlantic Ocean. I tend to be more excited than fearful about facing the unknown."

And there is of course, lots of unknown. Around 5PM on her daily schedule, if need be, she jumps overboard (yes,overboard) to scrub down the bottom of the boat. Maybe, We, much like Katie's highly advanced boat, would also find ourselves to be "self-righting" when taken to the extremes of our design.

But should something go wrong that would require immediate attention, the boat is equipped with an EPIRB, an Emergency Position Indicating Radio Beacon, which would essentially contact the Coast Guard for Rescue when activated.
Surviving on dehydrated foods, and energy bars, and only so much fresh fruit and vegetables, one could easily feel deprived. But only for a while. After a while, I presume, things like a warm soft bed that isn't moving, a hot shower, and the embrace of family and friends, would be tops on your list list of important. But she has been blessed with company. Birds and fish and Dolphins. And oh, how welcome they must be, when all she's seen for over two months time, is sea and sky. There have been occasional freighters in the distance, and a sailboat within radio distance, but attempts to communicate with them were to no avail. There have been interviews, too. Over her Satellite phone. And blog posts and tweets. These creature comforts, are comforting to us, from home, who, if we have at least a stitch of empathy in our bones, are beside ourselves with curiosity, wonder, fear and awe. But it must only be a pittance in relation to what Katie has known, out there in the endless blue of the day, and the endless black of night.

With Solar panels fueling her desalination unit, which accounts for the majority of her energy needs, she's equipped with fresh water for her drinking and bathing. They also power her jet boil stove which she uses to cook her dehydrated food, and her electronics and cell phone, and GPS.
One of the interviewers asked her what she'd learned thus far, half way into her odyssey.
She said:

*the difference between “need” and “want”
*How little we actually need

When asked about Perseverance, Katie, responded:

"I have had my moments. Around day 30 I was feeling particularly down but, looking back, I’m not really sure what it was about. I was experiencing exhaustion due to poor sleep and it must have played with the emotions. Pushing through is the easy part. There is nowhere else to go or nothing else to do but face it. Accept it, experience it, grow from it. And keep rowing."
Such, in Fact, is Life.