Dang, I was wondering if anyone was going to quote "Grease". LOL15 minutes boy that’s sure be a long time ,,what do you do for the other 12 minutes
BumpI knew we were brothers, somehow and now it all makes sense; Same mothers!
I stayed inside all-day today, and my neighbors are probably happy! It's the little things, right!
How do I nominate my brother for the Hospitality Badge? I have a hard time following instructions on here, Rev. so I'm just gonna leave this right here.
Big brother hugs @Paulie069
My brother it’s hard to respond to this post because everything is so blurry because my eyes are all teary. What a wonderful soul you have Paul.B. I’ve liked you from the first post of yours I ever read and went back to page one of your thread just to catch up. We’re two of a kind and I’m a better person just to know you. God Bless you buddy(friends for life)Paulie, you are a good man. I only met you once and you made me some really nice linguine and clams.
You also sent me a really cool creature that is still living in the front of my tank.
I am going to try to continue this thread about acts of kindness because I think it is important especially now when most of the country is divided and we are dealing with a deadly virus at the same time.
Since I was about 25 I have been playing Santa Claus for kids but for the last ten years or so I played at a hospital in Manhattan. NYU has a floor which is just for experimental cancer treatments for children and infants who don't have a good chance of being cured and they have exhausted all other treatments. It is their last chance.
They usually have about 50 or 75 kids there and I think about 40% of them never make it home. Their parents are there living with them.
WE would go with two or three gourneys of toys and the social workers who are really angels sent from God, tell us about each child and we decide which toy to give them.
The social workers would tell me about the kid so I could make up a story to tell them like "I flew over their house last night and saw their dog "Yoda" outside and Rudolf went to play with him".
The nurses would sterilize my hands and I was the only one allowed into the rooms. Many of the rooms were quarantined so I had to stand in the doorway.
What really broke my heart were the kids who were a little better and they grabbed my hand and begged for me to take them with me to the North Pole. That was a hard conversation to get out of.
The vast majority of kids are much to weak to even lift their head to accept the toy but I always got a smile. Many of the children had siblings and they played with most of the toys in another room.
About half of the patients were babies or infants and they, and almost all of the kids there had so many tiny wires coming out of their heads and tubes going in all places that sometimes you could barely see their face. Many of the babies would die soon and the parents knew that so they wanted me to take a picture with him or her.
The nurse would lift the baby and put her in my arms. It took two or three people to do this due to all the wires and tubes of all sizes. Of course I had a big beard on with glasses and could hardly see and I was scared to death every time I did this as these babies were tiny and the spider web of wires caused extreme anxiety in my. I didn't know what would happen if something came loose.
Most of the babies were to weak to cry and I tried to cradle their head, tubes and wires without tangling them in my beard which almost all the time happened and they had to separate them from me.
The parents smiled and took a picture while I usually cried silently.
Of course they couldn't see I was doing that and the nurses always told me we all had to look happy and "up" and could never show sadness. They told me that in between rooms. When I would go home and remove my beard, it was soaked with tears.
Holding a tiny baby who will most likely die in a day or so is not something I can easily smile and be "up" about and that was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
After many years of doing that, I just couldn't do it any more. At age 65 I quit.
I feel very bad and think of those kids all the time, but the thought of holding one more very sick baby just cuts through me and after many years, I had to stop.
Hope you can make it through the day and let your thoughts rest!Ok last night was a rough one ,, I couldn’t sleep as my mind would not shut down. I guess telling my life’s story is bringing up a lot of buried things I’ve forgotten about for so long. Uggh ,, so I got maybe hour n half of sleep then at 4.30 this morning I got a emergency call and I’m on site since 6. Am this morning and looks like I might be here till 10am tomorrow morning Gonna be a long one and I find it grab any Oregano darn
Thank you for your kind words and nice knowing that I’m not alone. God Bless youHope you can make it through the day and let your thoughts rest!
I often have the problem of not being able to shut down my mind, so I have to find ways to guide into thoughts about helpful things. Ruminating on the past is hard sometimes, since we cannot change our past, nor can we control what others do (past, present, or future). The best we can do is learn from our past and shape the example we set for others into kindness and helpfulness. Sorrow and suffering often is the catalyst toward bettering us when we learn from the past to overcome it and help the situations around us.
It also helps to think about others who have things much worse than me, since I really have a very blessed life with such small problems (even though I think they are large sometimes).
Reefing has gone both directions for me: helped take my mind off other things and keep my mind going about everything I could do with my reef.