Bird Droppings February 11, 2018
Listening to my doctor
Somehow for nearly sixteen years I have written and produced Bird Droppings, inserting into Word Press, Facebook and in the past yahoo groups and an email list of people wanting to read Bird Droppings. Even on days I have been away from computers usually within a day or two I could get a thought or two through the cloud of technology. It has been two years since a hurdle was placed in my way. A stepping stone I need to get across but it takes effort. Three years ago I was told I had some abnormal heart tissue after extensive testing. That was the first time I missed three days of school due to medical reasons in thirteen years. During the winter break I spoke with my cardiologist and orthopedic doctor. Both gave me alternatives change your way of life lose weight or surgery. So I embark on a definitely pivotal point or piece to my life’s puzzle. I Have been stitched up, broken many bones, had joints repaired, steroids injected in joints and most recently my neck and back for degenerative discs, and a gall bladder removed. Being told you may have to have heart surgery well I find some sort of finality in that. Having a wife in the medical field I am reassured ten times a day to watch what I eat. So I went to physical therapy and started weight watchers. In both cases I was asked why you are doing this what are your goals. In both situations I said so I can spend time with my grand babies. Just last week I had my six month cardiologist check and a stress test first in three years. All blockages were gone.
It has been nearly forty years since I first went to Hemmingway’s just off the interstate in Decatur Georgia. It was a favorite local entertainment establishment. My wife and I would go prior and after our marriage primarily to listen to a local singer who with his band provided a fantastic evening of music. I recall my cousin Bill sending up a napkin with a Deep Purple song written on it numerous times. Ron Kimble and his band tended to cover southern rock and country songs more than anything else so it was always a big joke when our hard core metal cousin would pass the napkin up to the front. But one night Ron took the mike and said we have received quite a few requests for this song seems to be all in the same handwriting and they cut loose on In A Gadda Da Vida.
So here I am sitting and listening to a song written and sung by Ron Kimble. Ron is a big man by most standards and his voice even bigger. The song is entitled, My little granddaddy, it is a story of his granddaddy telling stories and always having a “sweet tater” for his grandson. Seems every time I listen to this song I obsess and play two or three times and after a millions plays still a tear trickles down my cheek. It seems it has me thinking to my own dad and granddad to my sons and how he rode around on his golf cart with a load of grandkids telling stories about World War II and about the local hermit that lived in the woods below his house or about Little Strong Arm a Native American chief. I miss my dad and my wife misses her dad and as I talk with people who have lost parents over the year little things remind us as we go through our days. It for me could be picking up a piece of blue lace agate or gold ore at school but for now I sit and listen to a simple little song and a catchy little tune and thank Ron Kimble for it and giving me a tie to my father and my grandkids.
“Now, there are many, many people in the world, but relatively few with whom we interact, and even fewer who cause us problems. So, when you come across such a chance for practicing patience and tolerance, you should treat it with gratitude. It is rare. Just as having unexpectedly found a treasure in your own house, you should be happy and grateful to your enemy for providing that precious opportunity.” Dalai Lama
Over the past few weeks I have been working on IEP’s Individual Educational Plans for two children I am advocating for. It seems that on top of the stress and emotions of dealing with parents and kids trying to come up with how we the school should provide an education for these kids. I was talking with a dear friend a day or two back after finishing a class that it is more exhausting sometimes practicing patience than getting upset. It takes effort to contain oneself rather than blow up. I have come to find that when kids are agitated there is a reason and far too often it has nothing to do with us but something from home or outside school compounded by whatever issues that particular child is involved with at school as well.
As I read the statement from the Dalai Lama and how we should be happy for the people who provide us with the opportunity of practicing patience it can be hard to at first understand what this man is saying. But as I ponder and I do a lot of pondering this time of day I am thankful for the week trying as it may have been and all of the people that added to and provided me with an opportunity of being patient. It is within these difficult relationships and interactions that we can practice and hone our skills at being patient. It is Friday and this week while perhaps it has flown by has seemingly dragged on for so long in other ways. So as I close today and as I have for many years now my dear friends please keep all in harm’s way on your mind and in our hearts and to always give thanks namaste.
My family and friends I do not say this lightly,
(We are all related)