Weedvillian Walker: Therapy

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Therapy

Therapy is scheduled for early this morning. I am going to be done with this shortly. The script runs out next week and I am not going to see the doctor or get another one. I really think that we have done everything that can be done and this is as good as its going to get. It's good to know that they cannot find anything seriously wrong and I do believe its just going to take time. The therapist can show me the different exercises that may help and I will do them at home. the new stove should be here today and I am anxious to see how it looks, the big test will be in a few weeks when the counter tops are in though. the guys from there come in Friday to do the template. I am getting so excited about having this all done.

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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