We each have a destiny to fulfill, and sometimes that destiny can seemingly change in a heartbeat. I don’t know what will happen one minute after I write this and have no clue what tomorrow will bring. But destiny has brought us to some remarkable places and will bring us to more remarkable places that none of us foresee. The certainty is that destiny will bring us to where we are meant to be.
With Love To All - Dick
This quote is from my wife Anne, who is trying to make sense of my opening my heart to so many people. I’m “delusional” she says, to make the effort I do, which she feels will be wasted.
Each day, my heart grows larger and I welcome more people into it. I express my love often and with heartfelt sincerity to others, for unconditional love is the most valuable thing any of us has to offer. And my love is always unconditional.
Today, as I parked my car to walk along the Redondo Beach coast, I recognized the man with the large gray truck parked in front of me.
I knew him from the gym in the 1980's and 90's, and I always enjoyed his outgoing personality. It was good to see him, and a chance to catch up on current times.
Yesterday (5/11/21) as I left a medical building, in the patient pick-up section was a man screaming at the top of his lungs. He had two caregivers and was in a wheelchair, refusing to get into a large black sedan.
Picture a man in his late 70's, with thick silver hair and bright blue eyes, and his well-dressed, well-spoken middle-aged Filipina care givers.
He had panicked and was screaming so loudly, that at times his voice hit a female high shrill pitch. Like other passersby, I took an interest, but I also felt compelled to help. One of his caregivers told me he has dementia and I could see he was in full-blown panic, afraid to get out of his wheel chair.
As I do on most school mornings, this morning I was out greeting families on their way to school and people on their way to work. And then something extraordinary happened.
This morning alongside a Chevron station on traffic heavy Hawthorne Blvd. I saw a 50ish homeless man going through a trash can taking recyclables he could turn in for money.
I’ve long spoken with homeless people and parked the car to speak with him.
When I greeted him, he said nothing and hung his head. I handed him some money.
When I did, he stared into my eyes and said, “You did so much to help them, and they killed you! But I have never forgotten you!” He kept staring and expressing his regret for my fate.
Dear Reader: From Friday, August 21st to Sunday, August 23rd, 2020 Anne and I and our sons Kyle and Clayton and their families, and our dear friends Jamie and Laura Rosenwald went to Montana to visit our son Kevin, and his family.
Jamie flew us there and back on a private jet, the first time Anne and I had ever flown on a private jet, and Kyle provided the food and the rooms at The Lodge at Whitefish Lake. What follows is a summary and a video of the trip, prepared by Clayton's wife, Maria who does a marvelous job documenting our family gatherings:
