Miracle on My Birthday

April 13, 2019, I turned 67, and spent it in the hospital. On April 12th I experienced Atrial Flutter. My heartbeat was climbing with no indication that it would stop. I had chest pain. I was scared. Drove myself to the ER but on the way I was calmly asking God for more time on this earth- for Lauren and Matt. SHE granted my request and I lived to keep moving forward another day. On Tuesday, April 23rd, I will have Atrial Ablation done which should make my heart rate Regular forever. I still have a diseased heart to deal with but I have hope. April 12th definitely got my attention. God saved me for another day. How does one thank a God who does that? I humbly try to by living a respectful life. But another miracle from God saved me again.

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Motivation Comes From People

I have a good friend with whom I’ve never spoken…I have a famous celebrity friend with whom I HAVE spoken…I have friends who impress me through their actions…I have friends who make me belly laugh…I have friends who piss me off…

Motivation for me is wrapped in the colorful variety of people I know in my life.

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For Whom Do You Write

Your readers.

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How were you named? If you feel that your name is boring and the story behind it equally so, make up a name and come up with an interesting story behind that. (2/24)

I love my name. I guess we’re talking about our first name here. Mine is Tim. Very infrequently Timothy. I have no clue why my parents picked that name but I’m proud of it and I would never change it. I’m even more pleased that I’m named after someone in The Bible who’s a pretty darn good disciple in the eyes of God.

Our names were a gift from our parents. It’s their first gift of their combined love for us. It’s sacred.

Our names are who we are from birth to death. We love it when we hear it. It’s what makes us special.

Tim. That’s who I am.

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You receive an unmarked envelope with a check for $5,000,000 inside. It’s a legitimate check, what do you do with it? Do you ever find out who it is from? How does it change your life? (2/24)

Scary proposition. Nothing in life is free. But if this were a legitimate check then I would give away as much as I could- 50% right away to the Catholic Church, for a modest attempt to repay God’s lifetime of gifts to me, then take care of my kids and my granddaughter, pay off all my debt, buy a modest house and car, hire a secretary to transcribe my writings and get them ready for publication. Then start giving it away to worthy charities.

But again, nothing in life is free, nor should it be. So this is a writing prompt which has no realistic relevance.

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Describe the perfect home. Make that home come alive; put yourself in your mind in that place. How large or small is it? Where is it located? (2/24)

This is a fun one. Large house, maybe 4000 s.f. Single-story. Snow white outside and inside with an occasional accent wall in several rooms. I like brightness. Out the large living room bay windows is the ocean. Out the kitchen windows, vast greenery with live oaks covered in Spanish moss. Place- Corona del Mar, CA or Savannah, GA. I like oceans. Lots of windows. Indoor and outdoor showers. Two fireplaces. Skylights. Reading room. Indoor garden room. A happy place. And of course no happy house is complete without the obligatory Golden Retriever.

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Most everyone has had a near death experience, describe yours (2/22)

Clearly mine was in September of 2017. Open heart surgery, double bypass. The 5 hour surgery went well. It was the recovery, specifically, taking out the intubator, where things went wrong. I kept losing my breath as they tried to extract the tube. My lungs had collapsed and would not takeover again. I was groggy, but awake. My ex was in the room and I could hear her asking, “is he ok?” I literally said to myself, when I felt like I was drowning, that it was not like me, and would be cowardly, but I was going to give up. I was scared and envisioned starting my next life. It was as real as it gets. Suffocation is horrible because it’s slow. Even now, typing this post, I get nervous at how close I came to giving in to death. God saved me for another day.

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