Keeping up with the times.

This week I have come by information second hand. Information that shocked and saddened me. My first wife is losing one of her thumbs. She is so talented I hope it won't interfere with what she loves to do. My daughter, Genevieve, has moved to St Louis, Mo. Good for her, she got a teaching position. She's been trying for several years now. Her husband, Scott, works in the St Louis Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They have two wonderful children, Donovan and Gavin. I'm hoping to see them soon. My wife is very ill and I'm taking her to visit her family in Arkansas. We found that after we were married, we shared some quite unique things. Her father was Eldon Griffin, mine was Eldon Green, dad died on 9 Jul and Tracee Dawn, my wife's daughter, was born on 9 Jul. My 2nd oldest brother's wife is Phyllis Yvonne Green and my wife is, yes, Phyllis Yvonne Green. That's not all. Both were born on 18 Feb. Now last but not least, my Social Security number starts with 432-86 and hers ends with 86-432. The Twilight Zone. I am amazed by my children. They reflect both the bad and the best in people. Super intelligence, use of drugs, obtaining the best of higher educaton, giving, kind, empathetic, poor judge of characters, finding the best of mates, holding on too long when it's over. Deep love for each other, loyal to the very core of their being. Quick witted. I could go on and some day will. I have been thinking of my mortality of late. I've been at death's door so many times. When I was two, I stepped into a irrigation canal and drowned, only to be saved by an older brother. I have fallen out of two barns. I have hung myself in that barn. I was hit in the head by a tree when a knot therein grabbed hold of a saw tooth and threw it against my forehead at about 30mph. I lay unable to move for almost half an hour. It's was freezing and dad finally walked over, grabbed me, pulled me up and said grab hold of that tree more firmly, grinned, and we started again. Ridding on top of a horse trailer, I fell off it and hit the ground running at almost 40 mph. Woke up the next day paralyzed, completly. Same brother who gave me cpr picked me up sat me down at the breakfast table and when we were done, carried me to his truck so we could go open up his store. By the time we arrived, the bouncing of the truck had messaged my intensely bruised body back into mobility. I've been hit by a run away log and knocked unconscious. I've stepped in a hive of yellow jackets. They don't sting and lose their stinger, they keep stinging. Perhaps a hundred of them all started hitting me at the same time. My brother, yes, same one, helped me get out of the forest by telling me to turn left and walk so far and then turn this way or that. He laughed all the way as I was continually yelping away. I've hit a concrete embankment at 100 mph. When we moved from Arkansas to Utah in 2003 we arrived on Saturday. On Wednesday I lapsed into a coma that last about 3 weeks. I landed in the ER with an extremely low blood/oxygen level and not breathing. They told Phyll to call my family as they had lost me...then later they came back and told them I was alive but had been without oxygen for such a time, I was brain dead. I'm neither. I'm alive,alive,alive and happy happy happy. I have a wonderful wife, loving children and grandchildren, good friends, and I grow daily in control of my natural man, opening up the way for the full birth of my spiritual man.