Do you remember hope and dreams? Sitting in your bedroom with your $30.00 guitar, thinking you could certainly sit next to Paul McCartney or Eric Clapton and hold your own. That you could hope NASA would forgive your glasses, so that you could fly to the moon. Yes, you could swim or play ball well enough to at least have a tryout for the majors?

At sixty, I still do air piano in the kitchen on good night. Children of the 70's, so much was in our future. So many choices, so much on the horizon. I remember learning Cobol and Fortran and soon after, they were dinosaurs. Such great advances and so many choices. Almost afraid of committing as to technological advances coming so fast. Seems like eight track tapes directly to CD. Time in between so short. When the Federal Government started to fund DNA genome tracing, I was working with a team that was redesigning laundry detergent packaging. No area was unaffected. Just look at the advances in diabetic management.

Flash forward. Now I have nothing but time, post stroke. Day to day, same routine; rote. Best for recovery. Today Bruce said to me "No that is not what I was thinking." A complete sentence, very rare these days. And later, filling in for my blanks "religiously" about my skin routine. I will talk about anything, just to get the thought processes working-lol. An Aphasic, mind you, filling in my words for me. And, "just get well" when we talked about my back-hip problems. Slow, yes, next to what we grew up with. I can't keep up with your Apps, but I can tell you about diligence and fortitude. Debbie