Generally I resolve to exercise more and try to eat better. By the third week of the year I’m in line at a fast-food drive-through. Next, I haul out whatever gizmo I’ve purchased to guilt myself into better health out from the corner of the basement. I’m lucky not to have weight problems considering the most exercise I get is taking the stairs instead of the elevator and parking a good walking distance from wherever I’m at, unless I’m on a case and in a hurry.
My doctor has been harping on me to get the usual female tests and I’ve put it off as long as possible. Since my mom died of breast cancer I finally relented and got a mammogram. Tests came back and results showed a lump. A biopsy was done and I got the results already. I had tried to prepare myself for the worst and thankfully the tumor was benign. At forty-eight years old I’ve outlived my parents. As an only child there isn’t anyone around to share memories with. It got me thinking for the sake of my own sanity I need to start a new tradition and try to make some new memories. I called the local food bank and talked Darcy into volunteering with me. We unpacked boxes and dished out food to about a hundred people.
I didn’t know what to expect but everyone was so appreciate and nice it made me feel good to be there. So many people are struggling to meet the basic living needs. I read that the state had cut programs for the poor and can’t help wonder how many more people need help and don’t get it? I think I’ve got a better perspective now and hope I can make a difference this year.
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