Straight To The Grave

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;
for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”
~~Ecclesiastes 9:10 (NIV)~~
 
Not sure wher else you’re going, if not the grave.  It is everyone’s fate.  This is what I said to myself yesterday after this.  A friend of mine called me and said one of his friends, a Saudi, once had a heart attack.  The event did not take him to the grave, but directly after his discharge from the hospital where they patched him up, he visited a graveyard where he sat and contemplated his life for a while.  He thought how there laid the remains of the rich and poor, talented and non-talented, good looking and ugly, wise and ignorant (etc, etc, etc)–at some point in time, all went to the same place.  This helped him put everything he was trying to do into perspective, and that day he started appreciating life even more, stopped chasing money, and began living from his heart.
 
The sage, Patanjali once said, “When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their  bonds, your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world.  Dormant forces, faculties, and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.”  I guess one only have to strive with all their heart and surrender to their process.
 
That passage along with the Saudi man’s story kept me yesterday as I cleared the clutter in my mind so I could stand up and get back on my own path.
 
Far too often we live in our skull cage, never stretching our minds to consider our wildest dreams nor stretching our hands to work on them.
 
This is why I love the human machine and also plunged into getting a BS in Biology.  It seemed more exciting than the dull management classes I would have had to take for a BS in Nursing.  That path resonated more with me. The more I learn, the more excited I am about learning more about our human anatomy and physiology.  Indeed, it is “wonderfully made!”
 
Here is a biological anatomy review for you.  According to my old Gray Anatomy book, the human body consists of 209 bones (unless you’re an alien), of these are 22 skull bones.  Just in case you want to know, the 22 skull bones are as follows (pardon, I don’t have a colorful photo of the skull for you to go with these):
 
14 facial Bones: 
2 Inferior Nasal Conchae
2 Lacrimal Bones
2 Nasal Bones
2 Maxillae (plural); Maxilla (singular)
1 Mandible Bone
2 Palatine Bones
2 Zygomatic Bones
1 Vomer
 
8 Cranial Bones:
1 Sphenoid Bone
1 Ethmoid Bone
1 Occipital Bones
1 Frontal Bone
2 Parietal Bones
2 Temporal Bones
 
I went through the process of reviewing these for future references, but also listed them to prove this point.  Someone put their mind and hands at work to determine where these bones were, and everything else about them (origin, insertion, bumps found on them, spaces and openings on them, which muscles are attached to these, named them, etc.).  They did a great job so when you have, let’s say, a mandibular issue (jawbone problems–probably due to beating your gums too much), your good doctor would know what normalcy to compare it to.  And we have to thank Henry Gray (and his folks I imagine) who first put such colorful beauty together.  It’s one of the biggest books I’ve ever had to deal with in my life.  A labour of love made Gray’s Anatomy book happen. Since 1858, it has been training doctors, nurses, Physician Assistants, etc, to this day.
 
OYE!  Even if you can’t figure what you want to spend the rest of your life doing, you have to do your best where you are.  How else will Love find you faithful to give you another task to surrender to?  And when you find you are not able to do your best–when you start doing it without passion (“Losing your fire.”), or for the money alone, it may well be time to pack your bags and move on to another adventure.  This is how I picked up running way back then.  I no longer felt much joy brisk walking.  I knew I had the potential to run.  I felt it deep down in my metatarsal, even the ones I’ve fractured, and began training for half marathons (13.1 miles).   When I got enough of running those (and my sister Sarah called me a wimp), I said to myself, “Something’s got to give,” and started trained for a full marathons (26.2 miles), NWM San Francisco!  Before this, I let my mind wonder on how I could or couldn’t run that far.  Soon, it came up with a nice idea of running to spread a word of hope within my profession and everyone wherever I be, that although we are tossed on many sides with the grim reality that Lifestyle diseases, or Non-Communicable “chronic” Diseases are killing many of our dear loved ones and friends.  We can make many changes in our lives, families, communities, and world to remedy this.  This sparks much glow in my being.  I found a marvelous reason to run.  So I will continue to write, speak, pass out tracks as I usually do to help raise awareness that we can STOMP many chronic diseases. Listen, forget the grave for now.  We don’t have time to serve death.   Simply care for yourself (Healthy tips)!