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HMS Bounty
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A friend of mine from whom I hadn't heard in a while, called me one
day out of the
blue.
"Heeeeey Bob!" I said, "it's so good to hear your
voice.
How've you been, my man?". Bob is one of those people who
just by getting out of bed in the morning makes an extraordinary
contribution to an enormous number of people. Bob is my health
coach. He's trained me,
cured me,
and fine tuned my diet resulting in unprecedented drops in both my
weight and LDL scores. He's also shown me how to get
more benefit from fifteen minutes of exercise than I used to get
from two hours. He's a special person in my life and it was just
great to hear his voice again.
He apologized for taking so long to return my last voicemail. He
said he was in the hospital for some treatment. Looking for an
opportunity to set up some time with him, I asked him when he'd be
leaving the hospital. He said "In a day or in a week - in a box.".
Suddenly I was
sitting
bolt upright and paying
attention.
He was flatly matter of fact about his imminent departure. This is
it. This is the way it is and the way he's going to let it be. He's
going to let it take it's natural course without
resisting.
I noticed there wasn't anything
present
for either of us, not in our
conversation
nor in our reactions, making this any different from any other
conversations
we've had over the years on any other topic. I asked if it would be
OK to come and see him. He agreed. I
intended
it would be a visit more like a
celebration
than a good
bye. But realistically
speaking
it would be a good bye. As I drove down the peninsula, I
created
the sense I was driving down to a dock where I would
stand
and wave as my friend sailed away on a grand sailing ship to his
next adventure. I brought
a nice bottle of wine
as a gift. Truth be told, I wanted to bring the element of
celebration
with me. When we're born, people
celebrate.
I wanted this to be just the same - only at the other end of the
continuum.
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