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Carol H Tucker
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Today is the 3st and last day of the 3rd month and the 91st day of 2016: - César Chávez Day
- Dance Marathon Day
- Eiffel Tower Day
- International Hug A Medielvalist Day
- International Transgender Day of Visibility
- National "She's Funny That Way" Day
- National Bunsen Burner Day
- National Clams on the Half Shell Day
- National Crayola Crayon Day
- National Farm Workers Day
- National Prom Day
- National Tater Day
- Terri's Day
- World Backup Day
@NASAVoyager is now 18 hrs 35 mins 27 secs of light-travel time from Earth (2016:091:120000:1L). Seems like there was a whole lot of religion battling going on today: In 307 Constantine divorces his wife and marries Fausta, the daughter of the retired Roman Emperor Maximian. In 627 Muhammad undergoes a 14-day siege at Medina by Meccan forces. In 1146 Bernard of Clairvaux preaches a famous sermon in a field at Vézelay urging the necessity of a Second Crusade and persuading Louis VII to join up. In 1492 Queen Isabella of Castille issues the Alhambra Decree, ordering her 150,000 Jewish and Muslim subjects to convert to Christianity or face expulsion.
Yesterday I spoke about limits and acknowledged that whether or not I am happy with it, apparently some form of disconnect exists in my gray matter when it comes to some mathematical functions. That got me to thinking about the limits we all have in life, and how learning what they are and accepting them as part of who we are is part of the life journey. Now I am not talking about self-imposed limits – for example, I am a couch potato and about as non-athletic as one could find, but I accept that it is my choice to be thus.
I was always the clumsy one in the gym class, the last chosen for games and teams, the one who couldn’t climb those blasted ropes, the one who came in at the tail end of any run, the pudgy short one over on the sidelines. When the high school gym teacher put up the bar for jumping that day, the lovely slender gals and the jock types jumped over like gazelles. The bar kept getting raised, and suddenly the group started murmuring and the teacher began to look surprised because in the midst of the gals who were expected to be jumping was me. Yup, I wasn’t looking graceful, but each time I was clearing the bar with ease. I remember that day, the feeling of rightness in my legs, the sun, the absolute certainty that I could jump thatt. At the end, the bar was just under 5’ and I was the only one still jumping to the silent astonishment of everyone. I ignored them, but at 5’ I suddenly caught my foot after making it over and the bar went down. The teacher put it back up and the same thing happened – I was over but then dragged my right foot. I begged for another chance, but the period was ending and the teacher, still looking quite bemused, pointed out that I was more tired than I realized and we all headed for the showers. Of course I was unable to duplicate that feeling of rightness the next gym period, failing to even clear 3 ½ feet and promptly giving up.
What I learned from that incident was twofold. First I finally got an understanding of the joy of sports, something that had eluded me up to that point. That feeling when I leapt, that absolute rightness and enjoyment of performing, those things could’ve been mine if I had wanted to train and develop that part of me – I had found something that clicked and I could empathize with the devotion others had to their sports. Second, I learned about the power of choices to change my identity. From that point forward, I accepted it was my choice to be who I am -- I honestly didn’t want to be athletic, because it wasn’t fun for me -- I just didn’t enjoy it enough to make myself good at it.
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