My Wife, My Life

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Lying in this very same bed, I remember her.  She looked so angelic despite having food spilled on her hospital gown.  Her apparition so lovely…. the way the sunshine hit her gray and white locks…I loved her!

I remember holding her hand ever so tight that I felt her strength pass on into me.  Marrying her was my greatest accomplishment!
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Do not go my love!  Not yet!  I am not ready to let you go!  Don’t go!  But she passed on and I cried as if my very life went with hers.  How I loved her!!
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I wept much. I couldn’t talk. I even lost the ability to walk.  And now that I lie in this very same bed—-I remember.

I can now see her face even more angelic. She calls my name and with all my strength I utter my last breath of life…..

At last I am with you my love and now I am happy!!
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One thing that I have learned from being a doctor is that the power of love is very strong.  This is a true story told to me by my patient as he lay in a hospital bed during his dying hour.  His wife had died just 5 months prior due to ovarian cancer

They had met as children, married at age 20 and meant the world to one another. They had no children as she could not have any.  He clearly stated that he wasn’t depressed.  He just missed his wife very much.  She was his life!

At 85 he had lived a great life with her by his side.  He wasn’t afraid of living. He just wanted to be with her once again.  A very bad pneumonia took his life in the end. Or was it that he was just ready to die having lived such a fulfilled life?

Stay tuned for more stories/poems inspired by my patients.

Sincerely
Dr.Macias aka Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

This Wonder should make you wonder!

5EFDA14E-A87F-49EC-88BC-BC5495BA7046Look at this beauty! It’s the Aurora Borealis. The sad thing is that it is speculated to lessen in brightness and occurrence due to less sunlight . I think the collective negative energy in our world is trying to win out.

Did you every stop to wonder why in recent years there has been an influx of information regarding enlightenment?  The Secret, the Power and so many other books , podcasts and videos have been made.  If you read them are you practicing them?

It is our obligation to elevate ourselves to do more than just take up space in this universe. We each have been given a gift and we must share it with the world. We need to love and be loved.  We need to forgive others and ourselves. We need to stop focusing on the negative and turn our hearts to the greatness that is being alive. We need to see the world as we did when we first opened our eyes at birth! Everything should be a wonder! All we see, hear, touch, feel and speak should be with amazement! We are alive!!!

This beautiful collection of colors is present today despite all the terrible occurrences in our universe. But how long can it hold on? Will you be the Dr. Strange of your own life and fight against the Darkness aka collective negative energy that is trying to take over our world?  Are you okay with the Aurora Borealis lessening and perhaps one day being  gone?  Perhaps it is time to be your own superhero.
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In the words of the beloved Michael Jackson — make that change! It’s just you with that person in the mirror! Don’t let that be your hindrance.

In the words of the Roman poet Horace- CARPE DIEM!!

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Sight

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You say I’m blind and that I’m unkind but yet you won’t take my hand and help me understand. You tell yourself that because I’m blind I cannot see but yet you won’t even at least tell me. I give my hand and say please be my guide but I can’t find you cause you went to hide.

I have no eyes and might one day fall but it is you that has a built the wall. Can I ever find you in your darkness, if I can not see? Can you turn on your light please?

I have my white cane and can navigate well. I have keen hearing and a great sense of smell. I know I am blind and can’t see at all but I can feel when I encounter a wall. I chose to break it for I pave my own way. I’m not merely going to call it a day. Pound pound I can break your wall and I’ll be here to catch you, catch you when you fall.

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

I worked with the blind in high school and they guided me and helped me to really see. Are you really seeing or merely looking? Are you being the best guide or did you go hide? Are you the wall?

American Federation For The Blind defines the responsibilities of a sighted guide as follows

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The Puzzle Part 2

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What the……..!

It turned out he wasn’t lying to me. He was a kidder but he felt bad because a few minutes later I was crying. Why did I throw the pieces everywhere when I got upset? Perhaps my mom had swept it up but she said no. Crap crap and crap! My hard work and it was missing a damn piece! I couldn’t put it up now! How could I? My relatives would notice and they would make fun of me. I didn’t want that.

Maybe I could take a marker and color it in. Perhaps no one would notice. I would and that would make me a fake. I had to search for that missing piece. I looked under the sofa and no luck. Cabinet nope too. I think it went into the black hole. Or another dimension? The void? No, the devil took it!!! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Where the efffin f was it? Stolen? Lost? Broken somewhere? Right before me but invisible to my eyes and others too. I was frustrated once again and summer was almost over.

Entering my fall years I came to the realization that I had that piece all along. It was me. I was the missing piece that was needed to complete this complex puzzle that I call my life. God had given me this gift and I finally understood its value. It is a precious gift. It is fun, difficult, frustrating but it is mine and I need to take care of it. I need his guidance so I surrender myself to his daily blessings and I receive happiness. The Universe loves me back for I love it like the very skin that covers me. Trust. Forgive. Love. Grow and glow for you are in the know.

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

 

School Poem

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In the 2nd grade I was asked to write a poem for language arts class and I want to share it with you today. It’s short so it won’t take long to read.

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Yesterday, Theo died of a stroke.
The reason was he sniffed some coke.
Everyone had already cried.
Cause it was sad to know he died.

It was 1976 back then but little did I know my poem was predicting the future. I guess I always had a scientific mind. The first case report of stroke caused by cocaine use was in 1977. It was written by NIH and later many more reports followed.

It was a school assignment that sparked my interest in writing. Thank you goes to Ms. Pepe for teaching us poetry.

Thank you Universe for today I can share my stories via internet.

Also guess what? I am a doctor!

Thank you Universe for your blessings.

Have a beautiful day.

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn