Monday; July 25
I just had one of my apps remind me that this time of year in 2019 I was in Wichita, Kansas. As I read that, my mind went back to that trip. To me what was memorable was that I was just a few weeks removed from heart surgery. I was blessed to have healed as quickly as I did and was able to go to Wichita and participate in a week-long training. Who would have thought that a little over six months later, I would be spending more of my time concerned about another health issue that seemed to dwarf my quintuple by-pass surgery? Compared to my pre-occupation with the COVID pandemic, my stay in ICU was a breeze. As I thought back to the last three years, I was reminded that we can do one of two things. We can either be thankful for how far we have come, or we can be afraid of where we are going. We can look back and enjoy our victories or we can lament the battles that await us. I have to admit, I allowed others to dictate many of my responses to the COVID issue – and that had a ne