The Beautiful Beads in Each of Us

Two years ago,  my Lady Friend Becky’s Mom was getting ready for the Park Avenue Festival – an arts and crafts street show held here every year. She made bead earrings that never sold very well. She really thought they were “something” – although she probably hadn’t sold three dozen of the damn things in all the years she crafted them. We kidded her about that but she just laughed.  Connie had a great laugh.

On a warm summer night around that time, Connie felt a little dizzy, couldn’t walk quite right for a few minutes, and seemed confused even though she felt fine. It was no big deal but her family insisted she go to the doctor. Doctor ordered some tests – brain tumor – inoperable –maybe four months to live.

“Pardon me? What was that you said? I don’t think so. I feel fine – and I’m only 60-years old. You see, I make these bead earings….and teach my Sunday school classes…and…the Park Ave Festival is coming up…….”

Four months later, almost to the day of her diagnosis. Connie died.

We all know we’re going to die someday, don’t we? Naw, not really. Really can’t imagine it. This lack of true belief in our own death is probably necessary for us to live. And that’s OK. But maybe today – for just a few moments – we can look at the beautiful glass beads in each of us – and love them – even if no one else realizes how very valuable they are.

3 Responses to “The Beautiful Beads in Each of Us”

  1. Joseph Belle-Isle says:

    5 young training surgeons pushed an instrument that was to view his atery insides by his heart almost through the lateral “Y” that backfeed blood to the heart and killed almost one half of his heart making bypass surgery impossible-by or at a Med school operation for the VA on film with no Sr. surgeon. They finished slapped hands and left him alone to die. Bells went off and a Philipino Dr. slapped him awake to see if he had insurance- yes you dumbass-the VA. He remembers the same smuck waking him later to ask if he had signed a living will (No extra effort to save) No he hadn’t.
    It’s 19 yrs later and his heart healed enough for a previously unneccesary bypass. But when he came to permanently he asked the Jap what if he didn’t have Ins. “You’d be dead.” What if I had signed a living will? “You’d be dead.
    F-ing Dr’s and hospital administrators.
    60 yrs old- no medicare and in this economy probably no medical ins either. Maybe you should have ended that that if she had had $100,000 cash she might not have been terminal. And at 60 she’d be too old for “Obama-care.” You can read the law on the net if you have time, it pisses you off right away.

  2. Bill says:

    Most of us don’t obsess about death because we’d rather engage in more cheerful activities, and when we’re young, 70 years seems like forever. Still, once we hit 60, our bodies begin to decline even if we’re healthy, and we become acutely aware we are running out of time. Life events we would barely register at age 30 become precious in old age.

    I am conscious of my mortality, and I don’t like it one damn bit. While I don’t waste time stewing over it, I can feel that shadow hanging over mr.

  3. Joseph Belle-Isle says:

    Even a hard partier in younger days, if they stop smoking and ride a bike can addyears. Get the full physical required and from our age group most will have hypertension, diuretics and diet can save your heart and add more years. And look up the side effects of any meds by the generic name not the companies name for a drug. Espescially Ins co. backed generics or VA OK’d generics. For the right amount of cash the FDA approves anything and doctors even from harvard make up their own results to testing for a fee.
    A 70 yr old freind died last year. He knew more about drugs than any doctor since he had been shooting heroin for 50 years. But complications with catching hepC in time, the chemotherapy, and the diabetes adult onset made him miserable. He’d been on Methadone for 5 years but the edema and leg pain that made him unable to walk well and housebound-he just pushed the envelope getting a few last highs in and took that last needle ride.
    Had he NOT been a junkie and taken as good care of himself as he did he’d of made a healthy 80, it blows my mind. Heroin junkies that are aware of how drugs work don’t mess with acetominophen and todays youth are killing themselves trying to make methadone and opiods mix to get themselves higher and die on the damage from acetominophen if they’re in to laratabs and OD if they are in to Oxycontin-legal drugs.
    Here three kids that called a food deliveryplace for Philly chesesteaks to THEIR OWN HOME just robbed the deliveryman at gunpoint, and left the receipt on their living room rug. Of course they had to come back after they ran away. I figure they were messed up on Xanax (a drug that makes criminals think no one can see them) and crack, because it was cracktown. I honestly think that while on xanax they though they could rob someone in their own house at night because they were black and it was dark and no-one could see them.
    An armed white couple robbed the drugstore of Xanax and oxy’s and morphine in the middle of the day and OD’d in the next towns motel. That day. And had forgot to steal the money. XANAX- the INVISIBLE criminals pill.

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