I’m better suited to marathons than sprints. My most satisfying successes have been the result of disciplined and persistent efforts focused on achieving goals over long periods of time. Yes, I’ll admit that such persistence has sometimes turned into close minded stubbornness that compelled me to continue with failed pursuits which should have been abandoned long before. Such lessons had to be learned.
From early on, I was never much of a sprinter, not one to jump into things for quick rewards. Part of this was certainly how I was brought up, believing success demands hard work and disciplined effort. I learned the value of patience and persistence. I also learned that success, or at least success as I’d defined it in the moment, was sometimes something I had no control over. More lessons.
Which brings me to now and my present life challenge, a blind man caring for his dementia stricken wife.
I seem to have been perfectly trained for this opportunity. My personality, my values, my previous life experiences have prepared me well. Yet, while I take some comfort in this knowledge, there is also the realization that this is a race where there will be no celebration at the finish line.
This is a marathon which must be run one day at a time, satisfaction gained only upon reflection each night when I ask myself-
Did I love as best I could?
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The most remarkable conduct and approach to life often takes place under the cover of modesty proceeding almost un announced through life and this is what I always think of when I read your blog. It is remarkable how you cope with everything and it is a tribute to the deep bond between you. Respect and affection to you always
My blogging friend,
Thank you for your kind thoughts. I suspect that if we lived in the same town, we’d truly enjoy drinking beer together. As we don’t seem to share a pub within mutual walking distance, I’ll gladly settle for the wit and wisdom you publish on your blog.