Today is the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s famous I Have a Dream speech, delivered August 28, 1963 on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. I’d planned to do a special blog about the significance of that event, but ‘the best laid plans of mice and men,’ and all that interfered. This is, in fact, the first day in a couple of weeks that I’ve been able to sit comfortably at my keyboard long enough to write more than a paragraph or delete a few dozen emails. Since the day is here, and I’ve not had time to think about what I wanted to write, I will refer readers to my reminiscence of that day on Yahoo! Voices, ‘Living King’s Dream in a Most Unlikely Place.’ Instead of my planned blog, I will regale you with my adventures over the past two months, and maybe show how it relates.
On July 4, I fell prey to a situation that is all too common to people of my age, a fall. And, yes, I broke something – a very critical bone in my hip. Unfortunately, the fracture was small and didn’t show up on the x-rays in the ER when I went for treatment. It was only in August, when it still hurt more than the bruise we suspected it to be should hurt, that they did an MRI (on Aug. 14) and found the break. My primary doctor referred me to an orthopedist – that took a few days – who immediately scheduled me for surgery.
I checked into the hospital on Aug. 22 and the following day they put three screws in my hip to close the fracture and hold the bones in place until they heal. There followed three more days in the hospital; being awakened every three hours to take my pulse and blood pressure, or give me pain medication, changing dressings, checking the catheter, etc. The day after surgery, physical therapy started. How to walk with crutches or a walker, how to stand, how to sit, exercises to keep the leg muscles from becoming flaccid and prevent blood clots, and all the other things I need to do over the next two to three months to be fully healed.
A trip to the hospital is, I’m sure, a traumatic experience for everyone. For me, it was compounded by the fact that I’d reached my 68th year without ever spending a night in a hospital since being born in one, so I didn’t know what to expect. I think I was just learning hospital protocol when my doctor decided it was safe to send me home and had me discharged. I’ve never been happier getting kicked out of a place.
So, on this day, as we look back 50 years at Dr. King’s historic speech, how does my stay in the hospital relate? To start with, had this happened in 1963, the delays in getting treatment in the little East Texas town from whence I come wouldn’t have been administrative or technical – I might have actually been denied admission to some of the local medical establishments in my area. And, with all due respect to the Hippocratic Oath, the treatment I would have received from the country doctors in that era would have, in most cases, been limited to only what was legally necessary.
We still have a long way to go in this country before we’ve fully realized King’s ‘Dream,’ but we’ve also come a long way. I’ll spend this day thinking about the progress that has been made, and what I can do to help make more.
A further installment in the story of my diplomatic career http://charlesaray.blogspot.com/2013/07/diplomatic-life-tale-of-khao-soi-and.html
Wicked Hunger (SomeOne Wicked This Way Comes, #1)
by DelSheree Gladden
Published: July 9, 2013
Publisher: GMTA Publishing
Vanessa and Zander Roth are good at lying. They have to be when they are hiding a deadly secret. Day after day, they struggle to rein in their uncontrollable hunger for pain and suffering in order to live normal lives. Things only get worse when Ivy Guerra appears with her pink-striped hair and secrets. The vicious hunger Ivy inspires is frightening, not to mention suspicious.
Vanessa’s instincts are rarely wrong, so when they tell her that Ivy’s appearance is a sign of bad things to come, she listens. She becomes determined to expose Ivy’s secrets. Vanessa tries to warn her brother, but Zander is too enamored with Ivy to pay attention to her conspiracy theories.
One of them is right about Ivy … but if they lose control of their hunger, it won’t matter who is right and who is wrong. One little slip, and they’ll all be dead.
Chapter 3: No Happy Endings
“I want you to stay away from that girl,” I say.
“But she’s Laney’s cousin. I can’t avoid her without doing the same to Laney.”
“Maybe that’s just how it has to be, then.” Giving up friends, it’s something Van should get used to, now, because it isn’t going to stop any time soon.
Van shakes her head. “No, Zander. She’s my best friend. I’m not going to bail on Laney like that.”
“You think she’ll be happy you stayed friends with her when you kill her pretty little cousin?” I snap.
Her head drops down, but I can still see the corner of her mouth twitching. “I can control it. I won’t hurt her.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“I won’t live like you,” she says quietly. “I won’t live alone for the rest of my life because I’m scared of hurting people.”
I sigh and close my eyes. “It’s not about being scared, Van. It’s about being smart. Stay away from her.”
For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything. Deep down, I’m hoping with everything I have that she’ll listen to me. I can’t go through it again. Oscar nearly broke me. She can’t expect me to go through that with her. I won’t make it. Please just listen to me, I beg.
When she finally speaks, her voice startles me. “She knows something.”
It’s just a simple sentence, but it ignites my anger like a match to a fuse. “She doesn’t know anything! Nobody does. Get that through your head and quit looking for answers, Van!”
My sister’s head snaps up and my hands tighten into fists at the determination in her eyes. “She knows something, and I’m going to find out what it is.”
Then she throws open the door of the truck and runs away.
I’d like to thank my friend Tazein Mirz Asaad at Transcending Borders Blog for nominating me for these awards. it is quite an honor to be recognized by a fellow blogger like this.
The rules for these awards are simple:
1-Visit and thank the blogger who nominated you and link him/her to your blog.
2-Nominate 10 other bloggers.
3-Copy, paste the award logos on your blog.
4-Answer the questions given. (my nominees must do that as well)
Well, I’ve visited and thanked my nominator and pasted the award logos. Now, to answer the questions posed:
1-What is the meaning of life?
To be all that we can be.
2-What is happiness all about?
Being good to yourself and others.
3-Why did you start a blog?
I felt that I had something useful to say, and this was a good way to say it.
4-What is more important in your life: relationships or fame?
Relationships is more important by a small margin. Fame is too fleeting.
5-What is the one thing you like about blogging?
Easing the pressure of too many thoughts rattling around in my brain.
6-What is the best decision you ever made?
The decision to publish my own work rather than mucking around with traditional publishers.
7-Do you believe that unconditional love really exists in any kind of relationship?
Yes, in many relationships; mother/child and between soldiers on the battle field.
8-Do you believe in Karma? If yes then what are the good and bad Karma according to you?
Yes, what comes around, goes around
9-Do you believe in rebirth or afterlife? If yes, then why?
I neither believe nor disbelieve – I just don’t know.
10-What is the best moment of your life?
The moment yet to come.
Congratulations to my nominees, and don’t forget to pass it along.
The first in a series of articles about my 30 years as a US Foreign Service Officer.
I’ve been a contributor on the Yahoo! site (formerly Associated Content) for some time. In 2012, I was rated in the top 1,000 contributors from a total of over 600,000 writers. Check my profile at: http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/524538/charles_ray.html
Author Jacqueline Gum has a way of addressing universal themes in her writing that is both entertaining and instructive. Her article on integrity is a case in point, and should be required reading for every public figure: