May 11, 2022·edited May 11, 2022Liked by Citizen Doctor
I am "Husband of Moonlight", of the Tanima tribe, and thankfully I am married to NucMedNinja. When you are outside someday, find a nice clear and clean space somewhere and seek out some soil and take a handful; lift it up to your face and breath the air that comes from it, smell the earth, and remember that each of us has within our bodies the same elements as the earth. We are the earth, and the earth is our grandmother, the wind is her breath. Never forget it and respect her and all the other life she creates, wherever you go. She will shine upon you and your life will be enhanced every day.
I understand not returning after an experience has reached the pinnacle of your expectations. When I was a teenager I developed an obsession with the NHL team the Detroit Red Wings. For several years I watched or listened to every game. I made a goal, a bucket list thing if you will, that I would be at Joe Louis Arena in the crowd the night the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. This is a tall order for a lot of reasons: they'd need to be the team that won the Stanley Cup, and it would have to be a home game. Plus I was not from a background that had access to season passes (and was out of state). But in 2002 on a whim and a prayer, I drove up for Game five of the Stanley Cup Finals against the Carolina Hurricanes with the series led 3-1. There were absolutely no tickets available at will call. At any price. I walked across the street, ready to drop it, but I had this thought to be as close to the arena as possible. A man came up to me and we chatted for a bit. Then he told me he was Aaron Ward's cousin (a defenseman for the Red Wings who had been traded to the Hurricanes) I recognized which player that was immediately since I watched or listened to every game. I made some joke about Benedict Arnold. He said he could get me in. We had to go through a service entrance in the back but he knew the guard. Of course the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup that night. It was ectasy in motion with all the red and white confetti and Oh What a Night playing. The funny thing is I haven't even watched ice hockey since that night...I don't get the feeling the Detroit Red Wings will win the Stanley Cup again anytime soon, and they've moved out of Joe Louis Arena. Guess I took my shot and got it...
I am "Husband of Moonlight", of the Tanima tribe, and thankfully I am married to NucMedNinja. When you are outside someday, find a nice clear and clean space somewhere and seek out some soil and take a handful; lift it up to your face and breath the air that comes from it, smell the earth, and remember that each of us has within our bodies the same elements as the earth. We are the earth, and the earth is our grandmother, the wind is her breath. Never forget it and respect her and all the other life she creates, wherever you go. She will shine upon you and your life will be enhanced every day.
I understand not returning after an experience has reached the pinnacle of your expectations. When I was a teenager I developed an obsession with the NHL team the Detroit Red Wings. For several years I watched or listened to every game. I made a goal, a bucket list thing if you will, that I would be at Joe Louis Arena in the crowd the night the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. This is a tall order for a lot of reasons: they'd need to be the team that won the Stanley Cup, and it would have to be a home game. Plus I was not from a background that had access to season passes (and was out of state). But in 2002 on a whim and a prayer, I drove up for Game five of the Stanley Cup Finals against the Carolina Hurricanes with the series led 3-1. There were absolutely no tickets available at will call. At any price. I walked across the street, ready to drop it, but I had this thought to be as close to the arena as possible. A man came up to me and we chatted for a bit. Then he told me he was Aaron Ward's cousin (a defenseman for the Red Wings who had been traded to the Hurricanes) I recognized which player that was immediately since I watched or listened to every game. I made some joke about Benedict Arnold. He said he could get me in. We had to go through a service entrance in the back but he knew the guard. Of course the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup that night. It was ectasy in motion with all the red and white confetti and Oh What a Night playing. The funny thing is I haven't even watched ice hockey since that night...I don't get the feeling the Detroit Red Wings will win the Stanley Cup again anytime soon, and they've moved out of Joe Louis Arena. Guess I took my shot and got it...