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There was a homeless man up until recently here in my adopted home town that generally hung out near the McDonalds just off the freeway, but he was always nice, friendly, never caused issues, just meandered around.  Everyone around here knew who he was and pretty much watched out for him as “one of their own”.  I think a lot of small towns and neighborhoods have a guy like that … at least much of Main Street Conservative USA does.  

Anyway, sadly he died a few weeks ago.  It took the local authorities a few days to locate his next of kin, but apparently his family lives in NY.  I live in CA.  A lot of people around here thought he was a native to the area, but that wasn’t really the case.  The gentleman’s name was Elliot, and he was only 57.  He had mental issues, but he was never rude or aggressive or anything.  He was protected and loved by the residents of his adopted home town.  

In any case, his younger brother who didn’t even know where he was until a Placerville detective tracked him down wrote a letter to the area … essentially a eulogy for his long lost brother … that when I read, I cried for who this man was and the demons he fought in his head.  I cried because I can see someone I know and care for deeply in the stories shared with us about him.  The letter, though, was beautiful.  It was written as only a concerned sibling could write.   If you’re at all interested, this is the link to the article about Elliot:
 
http://inedc.com/14/“elliot’s-war”-memorial-placerville-homeless-man 

To my loyal readers, I offer this as a simple story about a local icon named Elliot who fought demons most of us cannot understand or imagine, even while being raised in good circumstances.  You just never know what someone may be enduring.  As my father used to say, “there, but for the grace of God, go I”.

Elliot, the residents of Placerville will miss you.

 

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Those of you that have read my blogposts throughout the past several years know that I write about a variety of topics.   I couldn’t limit myself to one thing if I tried.  I have entirely too many interests and ideas as well as a multitude of life experiences, being the age that I am.   

One of my common topics, however, is my children.  All of them are among the most important things in my life and have all made me the person I am today.  Through all of the ups-and-downs, all three of them have made an amazing impact on me. 

My middle child, Keegan, died when he was 17 years old, one year post double lung transplant.  He had an amazing old soul and touched more people in his short 17-year life than most people do in 80 or 90 years.   All of this I have discussed previously.  However, this morning, shortly after I arrived at work, it again became apparent how much impact he had.  I received a message from one of his high school buddies.   I can flat out say … I UGLY cried … which sounds terrible but it was a “truly-touched-my-soul-to-the-core cry” … and once again convinced me of what a truly remarkable being Keegan is/was.

 
Anyway, shortly after I arrived at work, I noticed a private message that had been sent to me via social media.  I checked and noted it was from a good friend that was one of Keegan’s really good buddies throughout school.  Her name is Ann and she has her own blog at:

 http://lostandfarm.wordpress.com 

 
Check her out. She is a wonderful friend, wife, and mother with a wealth of wisdom to share.

 
Anyway, I received the following message from her this morning:


 

 

 
 She then proceeded to state the following: “I don’t know if you remember Colleen ____ (she’s Colleen Houser now) but she asked if I know how to reach Keegan’s family still because she wanted to let them know that Keegan touched a lot of lives and will never be forgotten.  I told her I would pass the message on.”

 
I responded with: “You are more than welcome to give her my email and have her contact me through Facebook.  I’m sitting here sobbing at work.   He died the end of May.”

 
This is what I received in return from Ann: 
 

“I’m sure she’d love that. … she basically grew up with us and we all went to high school together. 🙂  She was often in on our shenanigans with Keegan.   LOL!  These are her books, by the way.”

 
There was more, but I’ll leave it at that.  Colleen contacted me through Facebook.   I remember her as part of the crowd that all were silly together in high school with Keegan and who he counted as friends.  I encourage you to go to her Amazon website and check her out.  It’ll be well worth it.  Her Amazon.com author page is:

 
https://www.amazon.com/Colleen-Houser/e/B00C5RHY00/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1491593348&sr=1-2-ent 
 

I’ll end with this.

 

Even if your life is short, go out and do something big.  Affect the lives of those around you, however you can.   Uplift.  Share.  Enjoy.  Put yourself out there.  Don’t live small.  Live large and you will make a difference.

Carry on, all. 

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For those of you that know (or even for those that don’t know), I had a torn rotator cuff.  My surgery was 6 weeks ago.  I’ve been back to work for 4 weeks.   

I was finally allowed to remove the sling on Friday.   My arm still hurts like ____ and physical therapy is sheer torture due to the stiffness of it, but it’s moving along well (at least according to my surgeon and my physical therapist).   I’m right handed … and of course it was my right shoulder … so it’s been entertaining (to say the least) to function left-handed the past 6 weeks.  I still am for that matter as my arm strength and mobility just isn’t there yet. 

I can finally type a little better … so here are my words of wisdom: 

Don’t tear your rotator cuff.
Whatever it is I did, DO NOT DO THAT. 

 At least the surgery went well and in the long run, it’ll be much better than prior to surgery … but still … it’s not something I’d want to do often anyway.  (More rotator cuff blogs from my viewpoint will follow soon.)

So anyway …

Don’t do it. 

Just don’t. 

That is all. 

Carry on.

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