Wounded Healing Does Not End

We have come to the end of C.U.R.E., the acronym I am using to sum up approaches for dealing with tragic circumstances by invoking wounded healing, such as a grandson being diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. The last three articles on my blog lay out tips starting with C.U. and R. … and, now, E.

Educate others. Hear their stories of bad things happening to good people. Cross fertilize experiences learned from trial and error.

Enlighten others and watch their curiosity grow into acts of kindness. I am convinced kindness is one aspect of the human spirit that even the Duchenne monster cannot dampen or ruin. Sharing kindness warms the soul.

Enrich the afflicted. For our family, we gather with grandson Hayes every week and ALWAYS have a big time together. Last weekend, for instance, he taught me how to play the card game, “War”. A lot of fun. Hayes actually won the contest, without any help from the rest of us, I promise!  After star gazing for the last three years, together, we now are introducing Hayes to an electronic microscope. Diverting from galactical infinity to a new and equally awesome micro-world. Truly enrichment of mind and dreams. 

Evoke. This unwanted journey with Hayes brought on by Duchenne has shed light on who I am at this point in my life. Now, more than before, I intend to continue on purpose what herebefore I may have taken for granted. Emotionally, if not also physically, hug a child or someone in need who is childlike nearest to your heart and soul EACH and EVERY DAY! Time passes so quickly.

If it is something other than Duchenne that is almost wrecking your dreams, grab ahold of what and who matter most to you and wrap a blanket of kindness and empathy around the entire ball of wax, then see what happens. One thing for sure, it won’t hurt.

Endure. My prayer is that grandson Hayes and I will outlive Duchenne, along with the entire Duchenne community. Even if we don’t, however, Hayes and I are holding hands and loving each other to the finish line.

God, I sure hope you are holding the ribbon at the finish.

Kindly,

Papa in Tennessee