Saturday, July 29, 2023

The guard outside the cell of TFG

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Inspiring story of a friend in 2020

 A high school friend was diagnosed with terminal cancer in 2020 as COVID arrived. He was hospitalized at Kaiser for a few days, then told to go home, make himself comfortable, and prepare for death within two months. Stunned, he called his son, a medical physics PhD and AI researcher at a medical research startup. The son jumped on the internet to find the best oncologists for his father's ailment. One UCLA doctor stood out and was relatively close by. An email to him led to an immediate phone call. The son sent Kaiser's health records to this doctor, who quickly decided the diagnosis was wrong and told him to bring my friend to the ER at UCLA. My friend immediately checked out (over the protests of his doctor) and went directly to the other ER. There a new and different diagnosis led to chemotherapy and radiation treatment, a combination which cured him. A little more than two years later he is still free of cancer.

Keep hope alive.

Historic moment in US Fifties history that should inspire us now

Take 12 minutes to listen to this piece of inspiring history that should inform our present, especially if TFG wins in 2024.


Friday, July 14, 2023

Early life

 When I was about six years old I had a conflict with my father over something trivial while we were outdoors. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me and began to spank me with his free hand. I began to cry. For this he spanked me more, ordering me to stop crying. I told him that he was making me cry, but this made him even more angry. I saw that he was irrational and that this would therefore continue. I realized then that I could ignore the spanking, quiet down, end the battle, and live for another time. So it was. In that moment he in fact lost a lot of his ability to control me in the future. 

When I was 16 I had another conflict with my father. This time when he moved to grab me, I picked up a nearby pole and ordered him to stay away. He did. It was not long after this incident that I left home. I continued to attend high school, working on the side. I graduated early, earned scholarships, and moved to the college town where I began my studies. On my own, I worked, took out loans, lived cheaply, and eventually was able to declare myself financially independent.

Note that my father was not a brutal man, but he was of another era. And he had survived being chased by thugs with axe handles when he was a labor organizer.