I was asked to help out with grief counseling at my son's camp, as a 15-year old camper perished in the flood yesterday morning when her house collapsed. It was very tragic and a tough time for those that were in her group. So after talking to the various groups in the camp and telling them what happened, I made myself available. After a while of being available, I decided to go with the group she had been in to their activities and be around for any difficulties they may have. Well, we all went rope climbing. I climbed trees, 40' high with ropes, and crossed on a wire. We also did something called "zipping". You fly downhill a long long way on a pully on a wire, essentially, and then it goes uphill a little, so you stop, and then gravity puts you back and forth a little till you stop. then they come for you with a ladder (and in my case a straightjacket). It was really neat.
Who would've thought I was on chemo a year and a half ago.
They're going to be okay, I may never recover!!!
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius
Don't knock on Death's Door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.