I've been poked, prodded and scanned more these past 16 months than I ever had in the previous 47 years. Tomorrow is another one of those days. It's been almost 3 months since my last CT scan. I don't anticipate they will find anything...well maybe... a big heart, some fat cells, and confused lung cancer.
I'm getting ready for bed now but I want to share a little story: Tonight at the grocery store Jake's 5th grade teacher saw me in the produce section and we started to talk. She said, Jake was the first 5th grade boy she actually liked. "He was so personable". She said that she has never forgotten the book report he wrote about "Harris and Me". After reading Jake's report she was inspired to read it. Now it's one of her favorite books and she has been reading the story out loud to her class ever since. She also told me she still has the card he gave her on the last day of school. He signed it John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt. Mrs. Wheeler wanted me to tell Jake that he'll make a great teacher. As a matter of fact, he's been influencing lives since he was 10 and she is one of them. I cried, right next to the lettuce.
What made this little story so great is that today was his last day of working for the city and tomorrow he attends his "first" teachers class.
Tom, my boss - though I've been the one bossing him around - is going back in for surgery tomorrow. The surgeon is going to try to find the spot that his spinal fluid is leaking from. Hopefully he'll be up and "running" soon. I've now started parking in his spot and they're naming the wrestling room after me. Ok, that might be an exaggeration...but he needs to get healthy and back to work!
Dreaming Big, Healthy Dreams...