Duh-ism #5231....So I’m hiking and I hit a section of the trail I’m sure I could easily get lost on if I wasn’t paying attention, so I take a picture of an item partly hidden in the bushes to mark where I’ve been, you know in case I don’t remember on the way back. Flash forward 45 minutes, we get back to the questionable area and the kids ask if they can go up? I look around for the item I took a picture of and it’s not there. Where did the blue bike go, I ask? About 30 seconds after I asked...it dawned on me that my marker was resting and not a woodsy decoration and it’s owner um, rode away on it. “That’s why dad won’t go on Amazing Race with you.” P says.
As a little girl I would look on my mom’s arm and wonder why she had such a weird mark near her shoulder. A few days ago, as the warm solution penetrated my bloodstream, I started to cry remembering my mom’s mark. The nurse asked me if I was okay and I told her I was so incredibly happy. As a diabetic I was stressed never knowing if I was doing enough to avoid it but also, keeping some semblance of life in doing outdoor things. I cried because I am incredibly grateful to the SCIENCE that made this possible in only a year. Less time for me to worry about my only kiddo should the worse happen. If ur on the fence...I’ve worked in entertainment for over 20 years and I’ve seen first hand how easy celebrities influence the public. Some do good and others well...I’m happy to have a little bit of the gracious Dolly Parton with me. Scientists on the other hand, very rarely get the recognition for their years of study, years of research and expertise contributing to (wo)mankind....
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