I'm back! After a long absence, I have returned. None the worse for wear but still showing show of the scars from the past 7 years, encouraged by what lays ahead, and full of excitement (and fear) over whats around the next corner.
In October I posted some quips about what was going on in my life, and where I was headed, little did I know where the next six months would take me, and what kind of growth (spiritually & emotionally) I would see, and what needed to be fixed.
Friends have asked why I included a picture of the Dalai Lama in that October post. Well, that's all part of the story and actually the start of the long road I am on.
My dear friend Swami Goldberg (my brother from a different mother) for my 47th birthay invited me to join him to go and see the Dalai Lama while he was in Tucson.
Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick!
This was a dream come true. I have always wanted to be witness to this great man (living deity?)and the abilty to sit a few rows away from him and listen to his talk on PEACE was a life changing event.
To sum up the experience..... it was incredible!!!!
So, here I am, less than six weeks after breaking up and moving out from a 7 year long term relationship (LTR), moved into my new digs (Casa DahVeed), still reeling from everything, still raw from the loss and the new found freedom, I am literally slapped awake by a little Yoda like man from Tibet. Paraphrasing his teaching..."Open yourself to the possibilities in life, be it love, wealth, or peace. Your never know when they will be standing right in front of you. Open your eyes."
Well CRAP! First off I am blind as a bat, so the opening of the eyes wasn't going to do much for me in the first place, but with the help of my best friend (and my helping him through his breakup), my "eyes" began to open.
To not bore you with all the details, fast forward to St. Patrick's Day (3-17-06). My new girlfriend and I are sleeping, and the phone rigns at 4:30 AM. It was my Mom, and she was asking me that if Dad took a nitoglycerin tablet and his chest pains went away was that a good sign or bad? "And you are asking me this because...??"
"Call 911, and if they aren't there before I am, I will take him to the hospital!. I'll be there in les that 10 minutes!". Shit! I get to the house before anyone else arrives, even the paper boy, and I whisk my DAd off to the ER down the road. I check him in at around 5:00 AM, and they get him stabilized. He had had a heart attack, but survived thank God! Considering he has had two double bypasses and a few stents put in, he is very lucky to be alive!
Having your Dad have a heart attacked is bad enough, but my sweetie and I were packed and in less than four hours were going to be relaxing on the beaches of Baja, sipping margaritas, and just being together. Well, that didn't happen!
Fast forward to 10:30 AM, I had left the ER, went home, showered, shaved, and I am having a bit of breakfast with my girlfirend, and my phone goes off. I know Dad is stabilzed in the ER, Mom is home sick in bed with pneumonia, and my sister knows what is going on, so who would be calling me on a Friday morning (since I am on vacation).
It's my Mom..... she is feeling really bad, and thinks she needs to go to the hospital too. Hmmmmmm... maybe I can get a "2 for 1" Special? I end my breakfast, go and get Mom, and take her to the ER. She's admitted due to her dehydration (eat something, drink something Mom).
So, here I am, both parents in the hospital ER, I am running back and forth between their beds, realizing I should have broguht my roller skates, but the thought of having a third member of my family in the ER wasn't a comforting thought. Thank God for my girlfriend for her emotional support and understanding. Her being a nurse, my being an ex-EMT certainly helped too.
OK...enough for now...
TUNE in later sports fans for another installment of "Parental Units in ER" or "How I spent my Spring Vacation"....
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