Cars of beauty and art:
1967 Pontiac GTO
Life is real. The problems are real. But then the joys, love and satisfaction are also real. I am known for the belief if the problem is money, it can be solved by planning, working two jobs and cutting back. Basically when money has been our problem (which was seldom because we never required much) it was usually my fault.
BUT, when the problem is health, IT IS A PROBLEM. A problem that effects not only the sick, hurt or diseased, but the family and loved ones. Until times like today my ‘handicap’ is not a problem. When one is deaf, especially on the phone, IT IS A PROBLEM. I never intentionally look for ‘sympathy’ but everyone around me knows there is a problem when I am ‘forced’ to talk on the phone.
When dealing with Attorneys, doctors, or insurance claims if my name is on the paper, I am required to be on the phone. So essentially most times it takes 2-4 people to help me talk on the phone. Today it was something as simple as RV insurance and a broken windshield. I tried to CALL the insurance company. I
So I decided to solve the problem and go to a repair shop. The sweet lady said, “I can call but they will want to talk to you.” She got through and with the help of the secretary and Sherry we got through it.
I wasn’t a nervous wreck, but I was a mess at the end. LOL. So now the Windshield repair is in the pipeline and to be on the safe side (because the Refrig ain’t doing well) we are going to try to replace it.
My physical problem takes a back seat to ‘sickness and disease’, I would never compare being deaf to diabetes, strokes or cancer. I have it made in that comparison, because like today I can muddle thru with some help from my friends. BUT my best friend Sonny, had to face his kidney failure alone. My Sister Shirley had to face her organ failures alone. My friend Gary that I wrote about, even with loving family, EVERYONE faces the end alone. The stress is shared, but the disease cannot be shared.
For a few minutes today I felt sorry for myself. I ran a construction company physically and on the phone, now I cannot answer some simple questions without help.
Then I drop back to my mantra (soul song), if money can actually solve a problem, then there is no problem. In reality, we can live with a cracked and popped out windshield. We COULD actually park the coach and let it rot and still live well.
We could still LIVE AND LOVE because I can converse one on one very well thanks to the implants. Sherry is the best Dr. in the world, her love cures self-pity and stress like swatting a gnat!