...a cure

  I guess I did this to myself. After two insanely busy weeks, I find myself with a knock out punch of a cold. I feel so crappy that I hope no one catches this cold from reading this blog.  It doesn’t help that emotions have run high seeing my kids move on from their current schools.  Being sick makes you appreciate being healthy.  It gets me thinking. Is feeling ill the only way appreciate the good health that we take for granted every day? We all can try to imagine other people’s long-term illnesses by a quick look in the mirror during a flu bug, but do we really get it? Most us enjoy the luxury of sickness being short term.  I wonder what it feels like to feel sickness every day as some of us do.  This picture shows Peter looking and wondering what’s below the surface of the water trying to see through the muck.  I can imagine that debilitating sickness is like being caught in a different type of world, one that we don’t truly get; one that’s dark, murky and uncharted.  In days, I’ll most likely turn the corner and feel re-energized. I wish with all my heart that there were a miracle cure for those that need it.  I have thoughts of having my healthy Go Far kids run for those that can’t next year.  Maybe those with strength can hold up those that need support. As I blow my nose for the umpteenth time, as my teeth ache and my chest feels caved in, I realize that compassion is a lesson learned through experience.   To whoever is in charge up there, I cry uncle. I'm ready to get better. When I do, I'll remember the words I wrote here and try to be a pillar for one that needs it.