I can’t count my blessings. I can’t count that high…
I’m sitting on the back porch of my daughter’s house at Bay Forest Bayou in La Porte, Texas. It’s early morning and the Bayou is quiet and peaceful. So is the house. No one is up yet.
The coffee is strong. Smells and tastes good.
This is no longer my home. It used to be. Now, my home is in Miami where we moved back several months ago. We’ve been staying here in La Porte for a week visiting and enjoying the grandkids.
I’m leaving for Dallas later today on a work related trip.
We moved back to Miami from La Porte, Texas for family reasons. To help out family. Not necessarily what we wanted to do, but what we knew we should do. When we’re needed, we step up.
That’s how we got to Texas in the first place. About 5 years ago. To help family. Stepped up.
A strange trip this time around. That’s an understatement to say the least.
How about your life?
How is it going? What you expected? Great? Not so much?
Hold those thoughts…
My wife is very stressed out these days. Can’t say as I blame her. Our life is messy right now.
We don’t like messy…
My wife’s father back in Miami is finally home after having spent almost 3 months in the hospital. Since December 7th of last year.
Originally he was admitted through the emergency room at another Miami hospital with very low blood pressure. But after a battery of tests, he was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and was transferred to another hospital. Then a rehab center. Then yet another hospital. Then back to the rehab center.
The healthcare system is perfectly capable of opening up it’s mighty jaws and swallowing you whole. You never quite know where you will end up when it finally spits you out. Like some undigested meal.
I bet you have some of your own healthcare system nightmares. If you don’t, we can lend you some of ours. But, I’d be OK if you decide to pass on my offer.
My father in-law is 88 years old. We celebrated his birthday in the hospital. Birthday and holiday celebrations in a hospital are always a treat. Uh, no. They are actually not. They are quite sad.
My father-in-law suffers from multiple ailments. It’s a tough time for him, and for all of us. He’s had numerous radiation therapies and chemo. Rough for an elderly person. We are not exactly sure of his prognosis.
Actually, different doctors — different prognoses…
Chalk another one up for the mighty healthcare system…
Me? Nothing much going on with me. I had my scheduled quarterly labs and CT scan at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston last week. For cancer. Not good news. If you want to read on how to handle bad news check out my article here.
To say the least, the situation is not necessarily ideal. All the way round…
Back to you. Everything OK? Anything unusual going on? Are you joyous? Or wishing this had been a better year so far?
Let me tell you a story…
Down the road from my son’s house, where we stayed in Miami before moving back permanently is a place I know all too well. The Federal Correctional Institute. FCI Miami. A Federal prison. “Home” to about 400 men. My “home” ten years ago for almost 3 years. Some “home”…
It’s literally a hop skip and jump from my son’s house. 4 miles away. As I would look south from my chair on his porch, I couldn’t physically see it. But it’s vividly in my mind’s eye. I can picture myself there. It sends shivers down my spine.
Over a period of almost 3 years, I spent 2 Christmases there. Along with holidays, birthdays and other missed celebrations.
Wonderful! No one ever said…
Birthdays and holidays in prison are worse than in a hospital.
I can still picture the men at FCI Miami during those “special” days. Birthdays. Rosh Hashanah. Ramadan. Thanksgiving. Christmas. New Years Eve.
I see them clearly as if I was still there. Some getting family visits. Others not. And I see those that are just sitting in front of the TVs mindlessly watching.
I see some men worshiping. Attending their preferred religious service. Or meditating. Engaged in silent prayer. Others are sitting outside, on the ever popular place to sit — the bleachers. They are sitting there staring off into space wishing the day would finally and mercilessly come to a final end.
As I think back to those days long past, sitting here on the back porch on the Bayou sipping my coffee, I realize just how fortunate and blessed I truly am.
I think of those men, and what it felt like to wish time would rush quickly by. Yet have it crawl along like a bad movie playing at one quarter speed.
And I think of my father-in-law as he lay in those hospital beds for months.
I say a prayer…
I think about and am grateful, above all else, for what now feels like quite a wonderful day. Because I see the world in perfect perspective.
I’m alive. Free. Truly blessed. I have so many blessings, it would take quite a while to go through them all.
I don’t have the time right now though. I must go catch my flight.
For sure, I will count them while in mid-flight. Free. Blessed…
How about you? How do you feel? Have my words helped at all? To see the world a little clearer? To offer another perspective?
I hope you see that your life is richly blessed today. I hope you feel it. That no matter the circumstances, you are alive, free, and able to count blessings.
And I hope you feel God’s peace upon you. An that it brings you calm, joy, fulfillment and faith that your future will bring even more blessings.
I hope that my story, and my own perspective has brought you to a place where you can find peace, joy and hope as well.
And that you can be grateful for all of that…
Peace be with you…