Life is a lot like the old Virgina Slims ads. Y'know, "You've come a long way, baby." But there are certain times when one has to wonder if progress is really . . . well, progress. We get so caught up in the hustle and bustle, communicating via machines (just as we are now) that we forget that communication via the spoken word is something special. Here's an interesting example:
Now this is well done, has humor in it and is cute. But it takes all the personal touches out of the story. I seriously doubt the creator of this video meant that, but that's what technology is doing.
You want a personal touch to the story? It's hand-drawn, more than likely memorized by many of us, and will be remembered long after most of us are gone. I've mentioned it already, but one can never talk about it enough.
But you know what? In the long run, I guess it doesn't matter as both get the point across. This is the time we celebrate the birth of our Savior, and that is joyous reason for celebration. It doesn't matter if you're getting the message via iPod or from Linus, as long as the message continues to be spread: Let's continue to pass it along.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Happy (?) Anniversary To Me
This is my anniversary.
No, I haven't surprised you all by running off to the Elvis Chapel in Vegas and getting married. (Give me some credit.)
But this is my anniversary as on this day my life changed forever. On this date in 1964, my father walked into the living room, and found me on the floor in convulsions. He and Mom rushed me to the hospital, and I was put in the Children's Wing, where I spent the next several weeks, including my first Christmas.
My parents spent twelve hour shifts watching over me, and my fever soared. I came down with other things in the hospital and noted here in a previous blog: http://goodolthisanthat.blogspot.com/2010/12/experiences-with-angels.html The events led to a change in my family's lives, for the better, so what happened was a good thing.
I was diagnosed with seizures, yet the doctor refused to call me an epileptic, as he didn't like to use that phrase. Why? It's not contagious, nor a shameful condition. Many famous people suffered from epilepsy: Vincent Van Gogh, Julius Caesar, Saint Paul, Napoleon Bonaparte, Pope Pius IX, Alfred Nobel, Lord Bryon, Alexander the Great, Socrates, and Cardinal Richelieu to name a few. I'm in pretty good company, aren't I?
I've had surgery that helps with my spells. More on that can be found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagus_nerve_stimulator Since then, I have spoken to groups of patients and nurses regarding my surgery. My neurologist has patients who are unsure about the surgery call me and ask how it has helped me, so I am honestly glad I am an epileptic. If I'm able to assist one person, then it's been worth it.
Am I noble, unselfish? Booshwah. All of this has been harder on my family than me. I've just had to have the spells. They've had to watch me have them, knowing there's nothing they can do. That's the hard part. Fortunately, for most of my life, they've been well under control.
So today, I 'celebrate' my anniversary. I wouldn't have my life any other way than what it is, as strange as it may seem. To be grateful one is epileptic may sound like an odd quirk, but it also makes me grateful for the sacrifices my family has made over the years.
Thank you Mom, Dad, and Diana. I couldn't have done it without you.
No, I haven't surprised you all by running off to the Elvis Chapel in Vegas and getting married. (Give me some credit.)
But this is my anniversary as on this day my life changed forever. On this date in 1964, my father walked into the living room, and found me on the floor in convulsions. He and Mom rushed me to the hospital, and I was put in the Children's Wing, where I spent the next several weeks, including my first Christmas.
My parents spent twelve hour shifts watching over me, and my fever soared. I came down with other things in the hospital and noted here in a previous blog: http://goodolthisanthat.blogspot.com/2010/12/experiences-with-angels.html The events led to a change in my family's lives, for the better, so what happened was a good thing.
I was diagnosed with seizures, yet the doctor refused to call me an epileptic, as he didn't like to use that phrase. Why? It's not contagious, nor a shameful condition. Many famous people suffered from epilepsy: Vincent Van Gogh, Julius Caesar, Saint Paul, Napoleon Bonaparte, Pope Pius IX, Alfred Nobel, Lord Bryon, Alexander the Great, Socrates, and Cardinal Richelieu to name a few. I'm in pretty good company, aren't I?
I've had surgery that helps with my spells. More on that can be found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagus_nerve_stimulator Since then, I have spoken to groups of patients and nurses regarding my surgery. My neurologist has patients who are unsure about the surgery call me and ask how it has helped me, so I am honestly glad I am an epileptic. If I'm able to assist one person, then it's been worth it.
Am I noble, unselfish? Booshwah. All of this has been harder on my family than me. I've just had to have the spells. They've had to watch me have them, knowing there's nothing they can do. That's the hard part. Fortunately, for most of my life, they've been well under control.
So today, I 'celebrate' my anniversary. I wouldn't have my life any other way than what it is, as strange as it may seem. To be grateful one is epileptic may sound like an odd quirk, but it also makes me grateful for the sacrifices my family has made over the years.
Thank you Mom, Dad, and Diana. I couldn't have done it without you.
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