I know it appears I am staring incoherently as I attempt to process the meaning of the jarring words I have just heard. I understand what is happening; likely better than the specialists surrounding my bed, uttering conciliatory words and promises. These well-intentioned men and women are determined to make me whole again. It isContinue reading “No Control”
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A Fallen Leader
It all starts with a vigorous walk in the woods. An opportunity to stretch my legs and get my heart and lungs pumping after a prolonged period of sedentary isolation. I divert from my usual route (a wide, moderately traveled path) and follow a narrow animal trail along the creek. The diversion helps get meContinue reading “A Fallen Leader”