One COVID-19 number we want to grow

According to recent data, Mississippi currently has the highest COVID-19 hospitalization rate in the nation, at 31%. That’s 11% higher than what we originally told. That’s because of a combination of reasons: High co-morbidities (Obesity, diabetes, heart disease, immune issues, cancer all seem to be factors in how your body reacts to the disease.), public policy choices, poverty, access to health care, etc.

Models show that our hospitals will be flooded with patients in the next couple of weeks. And the best thing we can do is avoid being part of that flood.

The preferred plan of action is to avoid getting COVID-19 (the people who’ve had it say it is not fun — that a “mild” case will kick your butt). We are (well some of us) are social distancing, washing our hands, not touching our face, wearing masks and gloves and wiping down surfaces. Those are the arrows in our quivers. But since it is more contagious than the flu and cases are growing, that is getting harder and harder to do. We don’t have any immunity; chances are we’ll get it before a vaccine comes out sometime next year.

I want to be part of the 69% who don’t require hospitalization. And to do that, I need to build up my immune system to be the best it can be.

I will exercise, eat well (nutritious food — not the kind of eating well I am normally good at), reduce stress through meditation, lose weight (since obesity plays a role in outcomes). I will use my time in shelter in place to get stronger. The virus may kill me but not before a hell of a fight.

I’m committed to being one of the 69%. That’s one number we want to grow.

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An Interview with Grandma

Studio lights burn bright. In one chair, a middle-aged man sits and in the other chair is what appears to be a ghost of an older woman. She has a slight glow. Cameras roll. The interviewer begins the intro:

“Good morning, I’m joined here by my grandmother. I’d like to say what a huge treat this is — she passed away years ago and is making a VERY SPECIAL appearance today.”

Interviewer: Good morning Grandma. I can’t tell you how much I have wanted this day to happen. I wish it were under better circumstances.

Grandma: You think these are hard times?

Interviewer: Well, yes. The economy. COVID-19. I could go on.

Grandma: First of all, I’m proud of the man you’ve grown up to become. Now suck it up and start acting like it.

Interviewer: (Looking stunned. And then stammers:)But these are scary times.

Grandma: Yes they are. I remember the 1918 flu epidemic. I was a little girl but I still remember the fear. I remember the deaths and the coffins stacked like cord wood. World War I was just ending, we had gone through sacrifice and then it hits. It was horrible. And don’t even get me started on Polio! Then a few years later, the Great Depression punched us in the stomach. We struggled but we made it. Yes, our lives changed but we were still alive. These are scary times, but you know how scared I was when I was tucking in your father on December 7, 1941. I wondered what kind of world was I raising him in? Everyday we’d keep track of the progress of the war. 1942 was so grim. Then we won the Battle of Midway and started getting a foothold in North Africa. Your grandfather was too old to fight but worked long hours at the factory. His brothers came back broken men. I lost friends. We had rationing of food and gasoline and tires. I wrote a lot of letters back then and ate a lot of SPAM. I hated SPAM until the day I died. But every morning, we got up, put on our shoes, got to work and lived in the moment. You should try it, too.

Interviewer: Why did you come back today for this interview?

Grandma: I had to get permission but I’m glad He said yes. I just wanted to remind you and your viewers that while these are very scary times, they aren’t permanent. Yes, you may get COVID-19 — by the way, that’a better name than the Spanish flu. The poor Spaniards got blamed for a flu that didn’t even start in their country — but most likely you’ll survive. And if you don’t, your faith tells you that will be OK, too. Worried about your family? Do what you need to do to take care of them. Make sure the legal and financial details are taken care of. Worried about your health? Quit stressing out and take better care of yourself. Wash your hands and quit touching your face. Want to feel like your doing something? Help someone in your community. Check on someone else’s grandma. Buy their groceries. Be strong — I know you have it in you. And flatten the curve.
One more thing: Do you still make my special bunt cake recipe?

Interviewer: Yes, Grandma. It’s delicious and makes me think of you. What do you mean by flatten the curve?

Grandma: One thing we learned in my town during 1918 was that if you stayed apart from each other, it slowed the march of the disease. DO THAT. You know all those times the hospital and medical staff was there for you?

Interviewer: Yes, Grandma.

Grandma: It’s time to be there for them. So they can be there for you. Slow the infection rate. Allow them to have a fighting chance.
The ghost leans over and gives the man a hug.

Grandma: “I love you Bubby. You will be OK. ”

She kisses him on the cheek and says, “I can do that. I’m a ghost you know. No social distancing is required where I am.”

The Interviewer sits blushing with a tear trickling down his cheek.

And with that, the cameras stop rolling, the lights dim and Grandma fades away.

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Rising forces of nature

Within walking distance from where I am sitting, there are homes underwater. The Pearl River is near its third-highest crest, resulting in areas seeing water that haven’t seen it in over a quarter of a century. 

This is not just an isolated event. Several rivers, bayous and creeks all across the state currently are flooding. The South Delta has been hit particularly hard for nearly a year now.

People are hurting. 

But as the water rises, does our compassion. Volunteers fill sandbags. First responders help with water rescues. Businesses donate goods and services. Like I have said before, when things get bad, we get good. 

Eventually, the water will recede and hundreds of people will face a daunting cleanup. Sheetrock, carpet and ruined memories will have to be stripped from homes and piled into front yards. Insurance (if had) will have to be navigated like rapid floodwater. Finding reputable help will have to be found. Rebuilding and recovery will slowly begin. 

It’s overwhelming.

I will share on my social media ways for people to help and I hope people who share needs with me so I can pass them along. We do chainsaws and casseroles in this state. I noticed it after Katrina and numerous tornadoes that before you can crawl out of the rubble, there will be a church van in your front yard full of people with chainsaws and casseroles. They will cut the debris away from your house and they will feed you. 

That’s already happening all around Mississippi. 

Like I said before, when the water rises, so does our compassion. It’s what we do and that’s what makes Mississippi a special place. 

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In pursuit of the Good. 3/17/2020

I have a little Bible app and every morning, I write down the daily passage and reflect on it in a little notebook I have. It’s usually a page or two. This morning’s was Galatians 6:9 — “So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up.”

Well, to begin with, that’s a good one to get on a Monday morning. It particularly spoke to me today. I am very tired and feel like my faith has waned a little bit. So the little boost of encouragement is very much appreciated.

Good timing free Bible app. Good timing.

Then I dove deeper into the scripture and thought, “what is ‘good’?” The Devil is in the lack of details here. So that’s my mission today – Figuring out what ‘good’ means to me and cutting out the rest of the things I spend my time on that isn’t so ‘good.” I am no theologian but I bet that would help me be less tired. Find the good in your life and chase it with reckless abandon. It’s separating the wheat from the chaff. Focus equals power.

Of course, the passage ends with how we reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. I’d imagine that the pursuit of good itself is a harvest of blessing in itself. But that is a good place to end this and to start the week:

Don’t give up.

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The day I started hating the sound of rain

The day I started hating the sound of rain was October 15, 1994. That’s the day that remnants of a Pacific hurricane parked itself over the Houston, Texas metro area. The sky opened up and dumped 25 inches on Conroe, Texas in less than a day. At one point, it rained five inches in one hour. We woke up that morning and could see water behind our house. There was a huge flood plain between us and the interstate. It looked like a lake. I walked out to take a look. Heavy rain pelted me as I walked to the covered bridge over the Stewart’s Creek. It was underwater.

Dammit. My stomach sank. The only road out was flooded.

My neighbors and I stood there watching fire ant balls flow past. We definitely didn’t want any part of that. Then we noticed that the creek was starting to flow backwards — not good. We lived near where Stewart’s Creek flowed into the San Jacinto River — which had gone from 3 feet to 33 feet in less than six hours. (101 cu. ft. of flow to 115,000 cu. ft. — a record that was just barely beat by Hurricane Harvey a couple of years ago). Water kept rising and crept up the bluff behind our home; officials said if we wanted to bring our pets we had to get out now. No pets on boat rescues. There was even talk of the dam failing.

We got out.

Amy and I put our furniture up on blocks and evacuated our new house. We had our dog and cat in their carriers and just the clothes on our back. Five inches of rain fell in the time it took for us to get to the bus on the other side of the neighborhood. The rain was falling so hard that it hurt — I’ve never seen rain that hard and I pray I never see it again.
I remember one evacuee saying she had half a glass of water and just threw in across her couch. “It’s not like it mattered.” Another had a Lab with an invisible fence collar. “Guess we don’t need this anymore.” Dark humor filled the bus as we made our way to a church.
After a phone call, my boss Chris Eddings took us in. And thankfully, when the river crested, our house didn’t get any water in it — it was close though. Many of my neighbors, however, weren’t so lucky. Over a third of our neighborhood (Mosswoods Heights) was flooded. River Plantation (right next to us) was devastated. Another person who wasn’t lucky was the man who tried to swim across the flood waters to rescue his trapped wife.

They found his body behind my house.

I killed snakes in the yard for weeks. The smells and the mosquitoes were overwhelming. Neighbors gutted their homes to the studs and started over. Staunch conservatives welcomed low-interest government loans. Neighbors helped neighbors. Recovery happened slowly.

Today, I still hate the sound of rain. And if you saw my house today, you’d laugh. I now live on a big hill — ABOVE the dam.
This afternoon, I saw the Pearl’s rising floodwater. And I have to admit, when I looked at its brown swirling water, I had a flashback. Watching water rise is a slow motion Hell.

I’ll just say this — My heart is with anyone affected by the Pearl’s wrath. Floods suck.

https://www.yourconroenews.com/125years/article/A-look-back-at-Conroe-s-1994-flood-12285323.php

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Feed your dog

Sometimes you can work your ass off and its not enough.

I know, it’s frustrating right? You crawl home and don’t even have the energy to clean the kitchen. Even the dog wonders if she is going to get dinner. The kids had better enjoy their Cheerios. Because there ain’t no cheer in you. A fog of fear and doubt has settled down on your covering you like a wet, thick blanket. People who are dog paddling like Hell don’t try to learn new swimming strokes — they are just trying to survive.

Survival is awesome. I’m all about team survival. So don’t get me wrong here when I say this: You have to find something deep in you to push past just surviving. Take an inventory of all the good things in your life — all the things (and people) who are worth pushing through pain for. Picture a better life — for you and for those around you. Ask yourself, “What will it take to get there?”

One of the things I was really afraid of as a kid (next to alien abductions, Soviet missile strikes and killer bees), was change. I was terrified I’d lose my parents, etc. I created the mother of all comfort zones around me and began to fight to protect it. I still do that do this day — most of us do, to be honest. But your comfort zone can be a more dangerous place than a blasting zone. Because when you are comfortable, you don’t do the work you need to do.

So let me go back to you working your ass off. You know the definition of insanity, right? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results — right? Right. As you might have noticed, 2020 has kicked off with lots of really scary news stories. COVID-19 — the Coronavirus whose new name now sounds like a cough medicine — seems pretty spooky. But worrying about it is a huge waste of energy. Washing your hands and not touching your face is a good place to start. And guess what, that will help protect you from the flu, too.

My point is this. If you want things to change for the better, you have to push past fear. And that requires you to face it head on by DOING THINGS that scare you. You have to let go of resentments and try to work together as a team. You have to look around and find little things you can make better. You have to make bold steps to reach out to others make their lives better.

Your life will get better. Your efforts will start paying off. Your faith will be rewarded. But you’re probably will be asking, “What happens if I fail?” Pick yourself back up and learn from it. As soon as you reframe your situation, you’ll notice that you still managed to change the playing field. There will be opportunities amongst the rubble.

We have to face the bad stuff now. Because when things get really bad, we won’t have time to prepare for them. Now is the time to train. Develop your callouses. Make your mind, body and faith strong.

Make a list of the things in your life you’d like to change. Start with the easiest and work your way up the list.

And feed your dog. She’s hungry.

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Time to Walk the Dog

I went to the bank a couple of days ago. The teller knew me right away and began to speak. She introduced herself as the sister of a former coworker of mine from the old days at The Clarion-Ledger. So, I asked her about her sister and she told me that they were living together. Her sister had been laid off from the job she had gotten after the CL. Then I asked her why she was living with her sister. “My husband died of melanoma last year.” She then told me his story. He fought like a true hero — but melanoma doesn’t usually fight by the rules. I sat there listening to his story and felt a chill realizing how closely it tracked my own worst fears. At that moment, I realized how damn lucky I am to be alive.

Then yesterday, Eric Stringfellow died. Eric and I worked in the same department for a long time at The Clarion-Ledger. He recently had been diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer that took him very quickly. Once again, I felt a knot in my stomach. One, I am very sad for Eric and all who loved him. I got to see him in December and we had one of the best conversations we’ve had in years. He seemed like his life was in a good place and I was honestly very happy for him. Now he’s gone. I am grateful for that chance encounter. But two, I thought about what I’ve done with the 6,869 bonus days I’ve received since my own cancer diagnoses.

(Spoiler alert: I could do better)

As I stood in the bank, I thought, “How many deposits have I made in my life bank account vs. how many withdrawals? What will be my purpose? What will be my why?”

I started this morning by taking Pip for a walk. She was happy with it and figure if I can make my dog happy (considering how much joy she brings me), that is a good start to all of this.

Time to get busy.

Time to reject fear.

Time to live in the moment.

Time to make a deposit in life’s bank account.

Time to walk the dog.

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A Conversation With Fear

I had a conversation with Fear this morning. Fear is not a good listener — it tries to dominate every conversation. Actually it’s extremely rude.

As we sat in the dark, it spewed its syrupy bile upon my doubting soul. You see, Fear’s main goal is to strip you of your power. It tries to beat you down and make you weak. When you’re weak, that’s when you give up.

Now, I am no stranger to fear. I am in constant fight-for-flight mode, so I pretty much think that there is a monster around every corner. I’ve learned, though, that the monster is nothing more than a shadow created by Fear. I’m learning to live in the present and tell Fear to buzz off. Where does Fear come from? Someone much smarter than me once told me that Fear is the Devil. After a few conversations with Fear, I don’t disagree with that. I do know that Fear is about power. When people try to make you afraid (politicians have figured this one out all too well), they are trying to steal your power and manipulate you. Your amygdala will cause you to act quicker than your frontal cortex (the part of the brain where rational thought occurs). Scare the crud out of someone and they will react and go vote, right?

Fear is a sugar rush. The short-term high leads to long-term damage. How do you combat it? Become a warrior. Become strong and step up and reject the effort of anyone trying to scare you. Become a warrior for good. Fear and the people who weaponize it are bullies and you know how to handle bullies. They want you to step back and do nothing so you take action. You punch them in the nose — at least figuratively. Work, Planning and Love are to Fear as salt is to a slug. Those are what courage is made of.

Oh by the way, Fear said hello. It bragged that it is winning in 2020. I told it that as long as there are strong people who stand up to it, it will never win. That it is weak. And Love, which is much stronger, will win the day.

How do I know? I have faith.

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The Voice of Reason

I wake up before the alarm clock every single morning. Even on weekends, when I don’t set an alarm, I still wake up early. Most of the time it is either Mother Nature or Pip who wakes me up but the other morning it was something a little more out of the ordinary. It was a voice. And it woke me up literally and figuratively.

Now before you think I need a one-way bus ticket to a padded cell, I don’t hear voices in my head. This was right after a dream and right when I was in the zone between sleep and being awake. I was having a dream where I was listing off names of people who were keeping me back from my goals. Yeah, I know, a pretty whiney dream, right?I’d much prefer to dream about 1980’s Paula Porizkova. But right as I was starting to wake up, I heard a voice that said this, “You are holding you back.”

My eyes shot open.

It wasn’t a condescending or scolding voice. I wasn’t the voice of anyone I knew or really even my own voice. It was a loving, kind and compassionate voice –one that was giving me a big, fat dose of constructive criticism.

My life is my responsibility. The life I am living is a sum of the decisions I have made in the past. I can influence the future by the decisions I make today.
I’ve felt like I’ve been driving with the parking brake on for a few years now — hell, all my life. Thanks to a lot of work and some introspection (and a few revelations), I now know why (a story for another day). It’s up to me to change that. That can only be done through hard work and taking action. But knowing that no one is holding me back but me is liberating. It’s putting a key in a lock and unlocking the ball and chain. I can do something about me.

We live in a time where it is popular to point fingers at other people for our problems.

People gain power by making us fear others and lay our blame at their feet. I am choosing to buck that trend. If it is to be, it is up to me.

I am grateful for my previous 19,026 days on this Earth and how they shaped me into who I am. Now it’s time to enjoy the remaining ones I have left.

I’m not going to give you my secret seven-step plan. I won’t bore you with that. I’m just going to be grateful, put my energy into the moment to stop anxiety and fear and love with my actions, not my words.

Now it’s time to get busy.

P.S. I am pretty sure that voice was me telling myself what I already knew. 😊

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