In this blog, I am going to do something a little different. I'm going to ask you the reader to participate in this one, and there is a point to this. Here's the scenario.
Let us assume that money is not an issue for you from the day you are born until the day you die. There is no need for you to go out and get a job to provide for yourself. You are free to do whatever you want with your life without ever having to worry about cost or how much it pays.
Here's the big question:
WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?
The point of this is not to talk about what you would buy if money was not an issue, but what you would do with your time. You have your entire life to basically do what you want with it.
Think about it and then post.
Concerning Myself
- Handy Andy
- I'm not a journalist, I am a thinker. I share my thoughts with the world and present them as they are. You don't have to agree, I'm not trying to pass off my thoughts as the truth, but simply a view. Think about them and question them. Don't blindly believe what I or anyone else might tell you. Research for yourself and seek the truth with your own mind. Thank you.
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Oh, I have thought about this many times, but never written about it. I would work with the elderly, the dying, Hospice. Our elders are so precious, have so much knowledge and stories and wonderful energy that I devote my life to caring for them as they became bed ridden and dying. At a fairly young age (mid 30s) a patient in my husband's practice asked me to take care of his affairs as he had contracted cancer and would die quickly, which was his worst fear. So I agreed, and immediately hired two male nurses to privately attend to him 24 hours a day as he did not want to me alone, until he died about 10 days later. That evening, I suddenly rose up and told my husband I was going to the hospital. I had no reason to think he would be dying and he was in his last few hours. Surprisingly, a woman I knew was there from Hospice, and I never did discover why she knew to come. We quietly talked, and when he started to pass, one of two nurses who joined us first threw the windows wide open so his spirit could leave, and he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at these four women surrounding his bed (his secret wish come true) and peacefully let out his last breath. I learned a lot from this gentlemen over the years as he was all alone, a patient, and we had him up for Thanksgiving every year. And so I would help the elderly die. I would spend time with them to listen to their stories, learn their lessons, and hopefully grow as a person as I helped them transition to the next voyage of the spirit of life.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very touching story, Cathy and I really admire your devotion to helping others. People like you help restore my faith in humanity :)
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