A good friend of mine, barely 35, suffered a brain aneurysm while
playing his upright bass with his band in a casino down in Oklahoma last
night. He's got paralysis on his left side and speech difficulties.
As the talented bass player and songwriter in a hillbilly roots band,
this health crisis will fundamentally change his life and redefine who
he is and how he lives into the future. He was planned a change from
road trips to a day job after some additional education, but, no doubt,
that is on hold, too.
So here I sit in relatively good health staring at retirement with a
similar catastrophic health issue hanging in the future. What do I
worry about? Not much worries me. I wonder how to write a blog entry
that isn't a long bitch about my grievances. I speculate about my next
trip across the pond might happen. Hell, when my next trip anywhere
might happen.
Nothing life-changing for me, but a guy that I worked with dropped
dead of a massive coronary three weeks ago--at 8am on a Monday. Now,
Bill succumbs to what amounts to a stroke. I grieve about my friend's
misfortune and his young family. Sometimes life unfolds in seemingly
random ways leading me to believe that there is no plan, only
evolution. Maybe it does worry me just a little.
Get well, Bill!
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