Good morning, Netizens...
There have been times in my life which always stand out above other memories, and perhaps the glowing memories of my incredible friends are among the best memories that feed me, console me and keep me warm in cold times. This morning, I received one friend back safely from her trip to Disney World, and word of an old friend, Art Cline, who for a time has been simply listed as missing in action, who once played an important role in my life. Wouldn't you know it that Jeanie of Spokane brought Art back into my fold of friends after he retired to Florida?
I admit freely I was fearful for Jeanie
when she left for Disney World. She was recently inducted into the
macabre otherworldly experience of kidney dialysis, and the thought of entrusting her
beauty and consciousness to strangers in a far-off state with her
health care scared the Bejesus out of me. So many
things could go wrong, so many different ways she could encounter
problems with her dialysis, and for a time she was so frail that I
simply worried. I have a license to sleep with my wife each night and a learner's permit to worry.
What I didn't know was that an old friend and one of my personal counselors, Art Cline, was staying with Jeanie, sleeping on the couch in a condo full of women (boy, doesn't that sound salacious?), and each morning rising at 5:00 AM to escort Jeanie to her dialysis program, where he waited until she was done, then escorting her safely to the Disney World. While there is perhaps more to this story than I am being told, nonetheless despite Art's having already won the Congressional Medal of Honor as a helicopter pilot in Viet Nam, they should now give him another award for service and honor to Jeanie.
I am so glad to have Jeanie back in our midst, that when I heard about Art I sat here and bawled because I am a sentimental old poop, and because, if I had it in my means to do so, I would have done what he did. There are facts and then there are myths and legends. Legend has it that Art single-handedly fought off the evil of the world and sent Jeanie safely back home to us and then left her in tears as he walked back out the door of life.
Jeanie, my God, but you have been missed! Welcome home!