History Lost

A younger person holding a microphone recording the thoughts of an older person sitting in a recliner.
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“When an elder dies, a library burns to the ground.”
– African proverb

My parents lived in the Netherlands during the German occupation of World War II. For years, they experienced it all: the buildup, the atrocities, and finally liberation.

Sadly, I know precious little about their experiences during this time.

Oh, there are a few stories they shared, such as diving into a ditch to avoid German patrols, dumping illicit home-made gin into the river so as not to be caught, and so on. My father once shared that he was part of the Dutch army for some time and taught motorcycle marksmanship (I didn’t even know it was a thing).

But these stories were really just the tip of the iceberg of a much deeper and horrific experience. They reflected only those thoughts that were easy for my parents to sit with and to share. In a sense, they were the “good” or safe stories culled from a time of unimaginable tragedy and hardship.

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My Writing Journey

How my attitude did a complete 180

A closeup of a hand writing in a notebook. Written in that notebook so far are the lines:I hate writing I hate writing I hate writing I tolerate writing I tolerate writing I tolerate writing I LOVE writing!
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I hated writing.

When I was in school — grade school, high school, and even college, I absolutely hated writing. Loathed it.

As a result, my writing sucked. I did it because I had to, not because I wanted to. I wrote just good enough to pass whatever class required it, typically with much less than perfect grades.

And yet here I am decades later, a writer. I make a living at it. I enjoy it.

WTF happened?

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Let’s Talk About Romance Scams

They can be so persuasive

A computer screen showing a handsome gentleman in a park offering us a bouquet of flowers. He has a small american flag pin on his lapel.
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The setup is simple: you’re approached by someone for perhaps some innocuous reason. They strike up a conversation that you find engaging. They’re charming, and you feel comfortable with them, so you take it further.

Over time, you become more engaged. You like what they have to say. They flatter you in all the right ways, telling you how much better you are than all the others that came before. They promise you the world.

They make you feel special.

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You Are Entitled to Your Opinion

But not absolution from the consequences

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I find myself returning to this topic often. It seems a point that so many still fail to comprehend, with many taking offense at what is only a natural result of showing the world who you are.

We often hear people complaining they’re being discriminated against, losing friends and acquaintances, and even being “cancelled” because of the opinions they express, or the practices they engage in. Somehow, they seem to feel that they should be able to express and practice without consequence.

They, of course, believe their position is correct. As the One True Answer, it should obviously be honored and respected by all. Not to do so is, itself, disrespectful.

That’s not how this works.

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Understanding the Opposition Is Betrayal?

An elephant in a living room.
The elephant in the room. (Image: Gemini)

I’m cursed.

I’m cursed with an apparently above-average ability to see both sides of most arguments. Or opposing viewpoints. Or alternative perspectives and explanations.

And yes, it’s a curse.

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Year End Health Update

Can’t complain

Progress
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Since I’m occasionally asked, here’s the current status of my recovery, post-fall.

With luck, the cervical collar will come off on January 13th. That’ll enable things like stairs (holding off on that since I can’t look down easily, and we’ve learned the hard way what happens when I can’t see where I’m going when going down stairs), and driving.

I really have only two symptoms remaining:

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It’s What I Do

Good thing, too

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A random memory: after having the CAT scan and MRI, we eventually ended up talking to the neurosurgeon, Dr. Elliot Min. He outlined what had happened and his recommended solution: removal of the damaged disc and fusion of C5-6 and C6-7.

In other words, major surgery. On my neck. Where there are lots of important things like nerves and blood vessels and so much more.

We expressed some concerns about all that, and wondered about perhaps just waiting for the swelling to go down instead. He (calmly) reassured us that surgery was the way to go, and not something we wanted to postpone.

“It’s what I do.”

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On Falling

Gravity sucks

humpty dumpty standing on his wall, using a walker
He would have been safer using a walker. (Image: Gemini)

Pride goes before destruction,
And a haughty spirit before a fall.
– Proverbs 16:18

Let’s talk about falls, shall we?

After telling the story of my own fall, it’s been interesting to see the number of people sharing their own stories of gravity being a bitch. It’s happening much more frequently than perhaps we realize.

And I think that’s something worth paying closer attention to.

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Their Limits Are Not Your Limits

Inspiration, perhaps, but limitation? No.

a middle aged gentleman balancing on a circular wobble board
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As I continue to improve, I, of course, look to others for inspiration and examples of improvement in the face of trauma or adversity.

I had an interesting observation relating to the limits reached by others in their progress, and how it does — and does not — apply to my own situation.

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How Can I Help?

The offer, the reality

an individual in an outdoor park setting reaching out toward the viewer offering a hand up
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It’s a common question in situations such as the one I found myself in.

People desperately want to help. The problem is that they can’t know what’s appropriate to offer proactively, so asking what they can do in a generic sense is the only real alternative they have. “Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help” is a common equivalent.

Now, to be clear, the sentiment is deeply appreciated; truly. I’ve remarked on how just knowing that there are people who would drop everything to render aid or solve a problem at a moment’s notice is incredibly comforting. It really does remove a level of stress, even if that aid is never called into action.

There’s something simple that also renders incredible value, and yet it’s something that, for reasons I can’t quite fathom, seems the most difficult thing to offer at all.

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The Cost of Failure

And the risk of failure

Icarus flying too close to the sun
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This is an update to an essay I originally wrote a few years ago. It’s a mental model I keep returning to over and over again, especially in light of recent events.

We often judge opportunities based on the potential benefit or “upside” as it’s usually called. If we do ‘X’, we get ‘Y’. Typically, the risk we consider is not getting ‘Y’ if we fail to accomplish ‘X’.

I’ve come to rely on an additional layer to judging both opportunity and risk. I call it the “cost of failure”: what’s the cost of not getting ‘Y’?

It’s quick, easy, and now one of my most important evaluation tools.

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Let It Go

Everything is fixable

Let It Go
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When you’re in an emergency 911 situation, it’s pretty clear you’re giving control over your very life and well-being to capable others. The concept of second-guessing a first responder, for example, doesn’t make sense. They do this every day, whereas hopefully this is a brand new one-off experience for you. That you would place yourself in their care makes sense.

But what happens after? When healing and recovery kick in, yet you’re still reliant on others for various forms of assistance and support?

Let. It. Go.

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A Global Event

Word spreads quickly, far and wide

two laughing elderly gentlemen communicating across a room using tin can and string technology
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Not that these recent essays haven’t already been self-indulgent to some degree, but allow me to indulge in a little more: tech geekery and amazement about our ability to communicate with one another in real time at any time, anywhere on the planet.

The size, scope, and characteristics of the communications network that activated when I had my fall fascinates me.

It’s almost a case study in everything from culture to time zones to communications technologies and more. Much like the network of people that reached out, it was much larger than I’d realized.

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The Family You Choose

Yes, you get to choose

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“Family” is an interesting word, with more baggage than most people realize. Wrapped up in those six letters are things like biology, culture, legalities, love, guilt, obligation, responsibility, and probably many more words with various and significant implications of their own.

One of the words that you don’t hear as much is “choice”. It’s a concept I’ve come to embrace over the years, and especially in the last few weeks.

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The Unsubbenning

Reclaiming time and pace

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One approach I use to manage the incoming flood of information is to use a dedicated email account for newsletters and similar subscriptions. That way, I can focus on my “main” emails without distractions, while intentionally sitting back and reading interesting content later.

One benefit is that this email address is easy to ignore. If, say, I’m laid up in a hospital for a week, newsletters will continue to accumulate with no adverse effects. When I return to the account, I can choose what to do next. The typical approach is to declare email bankruptcy, delete the accumulation, and start over as new issues arrive. It worked well.

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Responsible Recovery

Setting an example? Really?

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My primary responsibility right now is to myself, to recover. That means physically (strengthening ambulation, improved balance, manual dexterity, etc), as well as psychologically, mainly via the written word.

In reality, though, the responsibilities go further. Much further.

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To Whom Are You Grateful?

There is much to be grateful for

A macro shot of a ceramic bowl repaired using the Japanese art of kintsugi (golden joinery). The cracks are highlighted in bright gold rather than hidden, and the bowl rests in a pair of cupped human hands. Rationale: This metaphor serves a dual purpose. It acknowledges "The Fall" and the subsequent physical repair (ortho floor), while the gold represents the tangible, valuable interventions of people (surgeons, friends) that make the "broken" object whole again.
I am Kintsugi (Image: Gemini)

When someone practicing a different spiritual or philosophical tradition wishes you well from within their tradition, what’s the correct response?

Acceptance.

It’s something I ended up reflecting on and even changing my approach slightly after hearing well-wishes from several different directions.

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Ya Gotta Laugh

No, ya GOTTA

An individual in a hospital corridor using a walker, walking away from the camera wearing a traditional hospital gown slightly open in the back, but the lower back is covered with a "slow moving vehicle" triangle sign.
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Needless to say, emergencies and emergency surgery, where terms like “paralysis” and “spinal cord injury” are being tossed about, are serious situations. I, in no way, want to minimize that. This is serious shit.

However, looking back at the events of the past two weeks, I note another theme as well, and it’s a theme I believe is partly responsible for my progress.

Humor.

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Meaningful Yet Mediocre Meditation

Chuckling in the MRI

A person in it. The person's legs are visible as the rest of the body is being scanned. Above the MRI is a thought bubble emanating from the person that says "Oh, sh*t!"
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I suck at meditation.

I don’t let that get in the way of doing it poorly, anyway, for the past 17+ years. My take is that the only truly “bad” meditation is the one that didn’t happen. Even then, that’s being unnecessarily judgmental, but there we are.

One of the techniques I use when meditating is to recite a specific “gatha” or short verse to myself. This comes from Thich Nhat Hanh’s book Present Moment Wonderful Moment: 52 Inspirational Cards and a Companion Book.

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