This was in one of our local magazines. It is a really great publication, so this was a bit of a surprise. Even if you don’t speak German, your internal nerd should find this pie chart to be funny. When my birthday comes I want a cake in which all the pieces add up to 211%! Someone was definitely asleep at the wheel for this one.
This is simply a scientific fact.
Before I had to enter the psych clinic I had a fantastic community service job that supported the military and their families. Unfortunately, the work turned out to be a bad choice for me and triggered too many things that been long forgotten and buried. But, during the time that could work, I loved knowing that I was helping people every day. These are some of the awards I received in recognition for my service. My favorite is the Heart of Victory Award for supporting the U.S. Army’s V-Corps.
In spite of this — or seeing through all of this– my wife is being amazingly gentle, supportive and watchful. Even though I could not get the courage to drag myself out of the bedroom until after 3pm, there was still a full breakfast and hot coffee waiting for me. When I sat at the table I just started crying. How is it that someone could possibly love me so much when I am struggling to learn how to love myself? Danke, Schatz! I ich hab dich Lieb!
Penguins are rather peaceful… until they are pushed too far. Respect the penguin. B-)
Two of my favorite things: cherry and cola gummy candies, and sunflowers.These are a treat from my wife to celebrate the end of my days (actually, 18 months) of being required to stay or sleep at the psych clinic). I’m back home again. I will still have therapy during the days, but I can always come home now when we finish. It was a lot of hard work to get to this point. I experienced things that I never want to go through again. Being home is good. Yeah. My wife is pretty awesome.
In the spring of 2006 my brother and I both finished our graduate programs at the same time. I was immensely proud of my brother for his hard work and completion of medical school. If it is possible, I was even more proud of his decision to become a pediatrician. Our little sister was making her way through veterinary school, and I had been recently accepted into a well-regarded PhD program. The three of us were were defying the statistics and kickin’ @$$! This was the hot song in the Atlanta clubs. During graduation weekend, we were on top of the world and this was our anthem! “I know all about that!”