I Don’t Do Diapers!

I know a guy … while performing emergency medical procedures on a cardiac arrest victim … saw the intense display of anguish, in the tear-filled eyes of loved ones who prayed for another day. He saw the horror of fellow comrades, as they extinguished the final flames that incinerated four unsuspecting laborers as they were driving home from their job site.

This same guy timed an amazing group of paralyzed veterans, who pulled themselves through the water, no legs propelling them, as they raced toward the finish line. A personal record perhaps, yet no fanfare the following morning … not even an honorable mention in the local newspaper. Or, the other vets who plowed their adaptive wheelchairs into to each other, as they scrum in pursuit of another goal.

Earlier in the year he gathered vital signs, a medical history, and listened to their stories. Mothers, and their children, living with daily fear, knowing that their cartel husbands would one day be released from prison.

He smiled, and he cried … watching Isabel, who returned for her second year of baseball camp. Never to become a ballplayer. But this is why he brings baseball to the children of Mexico. She listens intensely, to capture every detail from her coach. And then … a swing … the ball dribbles down the third base line. She runs … a smile, her hair lifting in the wind as she crosses first base. ~~ Two days later he arrives at her home, delivering an awesome chicken enchilada casserole. Steam still escaping from the corners of the foil. She greets him outside … a younger brother … a kid sister … playing amidst the debris in which is their yard. Less has been seen from the dump near his own home. Their house … four walls, a door and a window. Its’ size … less than his own master bedroom. They smile, they survive … they’re grateful!

Four ‘Zephyr Valves’ placed. And now … three days required to reach the other side of the worst of complications. Conversations enjoyed … beating his kid brother in a game of cards. Living on the positive side, all while residing in University Hospital.

There have been … and will be … others who have seen … who have experienced … life with greater significance. But … what has been his life … Has been a path of seeing the world ~ in their worst of days.

This guy … he recently received a series of correspondence regarding a club that he runs. There are a few grumbling about some silly and overly insignificant rules. The drama of it all … when …

I ask … How is it … When our world is filled with so much broken … That some … they can be more about the drama … More about whining over such things of insignificance … Than seeing and being the significance for others ~ in their moment.

He challenges you … set aside the game. Be grateful for the simple beauty … that can be found in a game. Play for the joy! Realize what is yours … and maintain your compass on life’s true heading. That’s what he has discovered. And in doing such … he has determined that he no longer does diapers. You can wallow in your own crap if you so desire. But for me … ‘I Don’t Do Diapers’!

 

 

Today is the two year anniversary when the Biden Administration abandoned in Afghanistan the precious lives of David L. Espinoza, Nicole L. Gee, Taylor Hoover, Ryan C. Knauss, Hunter Lopez, Rylee J. McCollum, Dylan R. Merola, Kareem M. Nikoui, Daegan W. Page, Johanny Rosario Pichardo, Humberto A. Sanchez, Jared M. Schmitz, and Maxton W. Soviak … they were determined to be of little significance. Today ... they should be two years older. Instead, their families continue to ask and search for answers. Only weak apologies offered. Let them not be forgotten! ~~ Let us live in such a manner that we correctly measure life according to the significance of others … and not … of things.