When Marin and I stumbled across one rather large gator... sun bathing next to the path. We had to patiently wait for him to decide it was time to move along.
Keep living and dreaming to the best of your physical and mental ability. And tell pulmonary fibrosis to wait it's turn.
I couldn't help but think about the first Jurassic park film. Specifically when the Robert Muldoon character says, "Clever girl." Right before raptors jump from the foliage to eat him.
Apparently, I forgot to tell google I'd yet to install back to the future style hover-wheels on my car.
But there was always that small tickle at the back of my imagination. Arguing that anything is possible.
A drawback... or perhaps benefit. Is that there isn't a whole lot of room for souvenirs in a skoolie. So when you pick something its got to be special.
Why did fate toss these similarly themed locals in our path? Who knows. But our inner 10 year olds found them hilarious.
It isn’t a physical ailment. It isn't measurable on a PFT or visible on a CT scan. It’s a feeling of disconnect that comes with the dwindling number of things they can participate in.
Every breath I have now is a gift. And gifts should be enjoyed. Not enjoying myself... because of things outside of my control. Isn't part of my mindset anymore.