Weedvillian Walker: Heart Attack

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Heart Attack

T., a young lady at work lost her mother this week. T is 25 years old, her mom was 47, she had a heart attack after running the snowblower. T didn't know her mom had been having a few problems and had been at the hospital 3 weeks earlier with a problem. T is an only child and is now dealing with losing her mom at such an early age and taking care of the things that need to be done to help her dad. While out for a walk today, I got thinking about this and how life is. I once again find myself wondering why was I spared twice? Twice I had a heart attack, was life flighted to a major hospital, spent weeks and once a month there to find out what caused it. Thank God that they found the problem and were able to correct it. However, it sometimes makes me feel like there is something I should be doing. Some reason I was spared, something I need to do or finish, or someone I need to help. Maybe someday I will know what i am supposed to be doing. In the meantime I am going to continue to try to help people get healthier and to continue on that journey myself

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: maybe so you could be there for me through losing dad???

oh, and probably because it just wasnt your time yet.; 7:51 AM

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown