I try to meditate twice a day. The motivation on my part is to slow down the progression of the Parkinson's. It has never been severe enough to interfere with anything I want to do so I don't get too concerned about it. I've always been able to calm down both my right foot and my right hand by focusing on the particular limb. Lately it seems I am unable to calm my right hand for more than a minute or so and then I have to repeat the process.
So that got me to thinking: If it all ended tomorrow what regrets would I have? Two bright, caring children, marriages to two beautiful women. I've built, flown, jumped out of and survived airplanes. I learned to fingerpick a guitar and took some pretty good photographs as I passed through life. A professional career that included two patents and several technical articles (domestic and international) is nothing at which to sneeze. And just surviving three quarters of a century should show the strength of my genes. Most of all, the friends I've met along the way.
The worst I've got to show for it all are three screws in my neck!!
I finished my walk for the day to the peppy strains of "What A Friend We Have in Jesus" (it is Sunday). I'm still trying to figure out the best place to carry the pedometer. Now it's off to the shower and thence to the EAA Chapter One meeting at Flabob.
It's a beautiful day for flying.
Dick
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