tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416439393968166114.post7436732729176922172..comments2023-07-13T07:32:26.726-04:00Comments on Rica's LIVESTRONG Adventures: Please, sir, can I have some more? Also known as "How I knew I wouldn't 'live' past 36."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966106722361747353noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416439393968166114.post-71178606217439940142011-08-21T22:45:14.782-04:002011-08-21T22:45:14.782-04:00Two things: When I was in 5th or 6th grade, I was ...Two things: When I was in 5th or 6th grade, I was walking to school. I climbed the rock wall at the Leopolds' house, went down their driveway (Herb Leopold wasn't with me that day), and crossed Rose Hill Avenue (some avenue!), then turned towards North Avenue. I heard someone very clearly call my name in a high-pitched voice. I stepped quickly to the wall at the side of the road as a truck came tearing around the corner. That voice made me get out of the way. It wasn't the squeal of the truck's tires. I. Heard. My. Name. Clear as a bell.<br /><br />And, if it's any consolation, when I was young, I couldn't envision living past my 40s.<br /><br />- Dad (73 and still ticking and kicking)Richard Mendesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416439393968166114.post-12334155324425115662011-07-30T22:29:44.710-04:002011-07-30T22:29:44.710-04:00Great post. Very thought-provoking. Thanks.
Ka...Great post. Very thought-provoking. Thanks. <br /><br />Katiekatie ford hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11143077744569174691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416439393968166114.post-44402059033642814582011-07-30T21:43:37.639-04:002011-07-30T21:43:37.639-04:00Come to think of it, I mentioned the other day tha...Come to think of it, I mentioned the other day that my blood pressure plummeted for no reason during the guided imagery in the Integrated Medicine clinic. The image I was trying to leave was one of my grandmother holding my hand, offering me chocolate pudding, and telling me everything alright. What I remember before the vertigo was the feeling that I was being held in her arms, I was in her house, I could smell her, feel her, hear her call me "Zeesikind," and she was there. Perhaps she didn't want to let me go and the guided imagery forcing me away from her while she held me so close was too much for me?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13966106722361747353noreply@blogger.com