The Fat Kid (Me) Changed

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

From five through twelve years of age, I was a fat kid. At the table my head was buried in the food. My weight was also compounded by the speed with which I ate.

By age 12, I was 25 pounds overweight. I hadn’t seen my feet in seven years. Friends were hard to come by. I heard the word fatso several times a day. I am not sure how I tolerated the abuse. Maybe it was by eating even more.

However, there were several points in my life that produced weight loss: 1. At 12, I discovered girls. 2. At 50, a family video revealed a paunch that really bothered me and 3. At 63, I was told I was prediabetic. With vivid memories of the amputated, horrific, diabetic legs I examined as a hospital pathologist, for the last twelve years the problem has been keeping weight on, on…

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Thoughts About Relationship

“Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.” Daphne Du Maurier, an English author.

Good-bye is short for the early, modern English phrase God be with ye. It is those transitions that seem important to me. Those are the daily, non- permanent variety that the author may or may not have had in mind.

But, I think that’s something well worth our thought. Or so I have read and heard and taken to heart.

That is particularly true of the meeting between husband and wife for instance in the transition where he or she arrives at the door after some time away.

One basically doesn’t have any idea how the other’s day has gone. It seems right to both listen with a whole heart and transition in a gentle tone. At least that is what I try to do.

Our relationship has been too long, too deep and too important to do otherwise.