During one of my hospitalizations at Good Samaritan (I think it was number two of three in June), I got to reflecting back on my life. As I counted my abundant blessings I realized I've had a pretty remarkable 32 years:
|Yes, that would be Prom.|
We have two precious and precocious children in Adah and Eamon. It has been a joy to watch them start to play together this summer - wearing dress-ups, building forts, skipping to my Lou (maybe all the way to the Lou).
|Adah & Eamon at Uncle Michael &|
Aunt Carrie's house in St. Louis.
Trips for service and for pleasure have taken me across the globe to Jamaica and the Dominican Republic, Ireland, Ghana, Mexico and El Salvador.
|At play with little one orphaned at|
HIV/AIDS hospice in Montego Bay.
And the ever-caring response to my health trials reminds us that we have hundreds of devoted fans, friends, family and followers from L.A. to St. Louis to Cincinnati to Florida and countless places in between. Thanks for being one of those!
I look at this list of gratitudes and know that I lived a 32 years full of love, life, success and friendship. My life's stopwatch could tick its last tock, and I could be satisfied.
But I am convinced that I was born for more. Maybe 41.5 more years growing old with Eileen. (Yes, sweetie, I know that would be our golden anniversary); The chance to see our kids grow up, go to school, graduate and more; The opportunity to write another paper and accompany another several hundred DPT students on their clinicals. And travel to a few more corners of the world finding a few new friends while keeping old ones close, too.
Yes, I am convinced that I was born for more.