September 2004 Archives
"...not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."
--Theodore Roosevelt
I was emptying the dishwasher this morning when I felt it: the first teensy twinge of a sore throat.
It invited some of its friends later today, when the occasional dry, itchy cough moved in. I'm fighting.
So I took a shower, and my shampoo has chamomile (A totally organic experience, it's a girl thing), and we bought toilet paper with chamomile as well, just in case the sore throat travels that far. I found it amusing that there is toilet paper out there enhanced with aloe. We bought some, in case Erik has a chapped ass about anything. The sore throat, hereafter let's name him Oscar, has brought a headache in to play.
There's a monster outside my window. Can I have a glass of water?
The important thing is this, to be ready at any moment to sacrifice what you are for what you could become.
I was on a station an hour south, not sleeping, not eating, not sure of what would come, breathing WTC ash, among other things.
It probably wasn't a good idea, not sleeping or eating in those days, merely a year post-op from where I'd been. But nobody slept. And we all functioned. I crawled into my Bible and I took walks through the autumnal majesty and I ate Mack and Manco's pizza with my Uncle John.
I bought my laptop and a train ticket to DC to do my part for the economy.
I relive that morning every year. I bet you do, too.
Fifteen years ago today Nicole died. Five years ago tonight we found a big ol' brain tumor in my head. I think I have a little blonde guardian angel girl that follows me around sometimes. Strangers can see her with me.
