Guess what I've been doing. A lot of thinking, that's no surprise. But this time I've been feeling and observing too. Revelations plagued my days since last Wednesday. As soon as I chose to open my heart like one of
those NASA antennas, all of your good vibes, prayers and warm wishes reached me as tangible and as powerful as a Tsunami.
We noticed a difference in my performance during my daily therapy and exercises. On certain days, my resilience increased. My daily routine ending with me dragging my pitiful self back to my chamber is the standard. However, the days someone's heart (or many, like on Wednesday) has stepped forth to stand by my side, the difference has been amazing. Words echo in my mind for many hours after I read them. My heart fills with joy and I can feel those persons as if they were actually here, physically with me, cheering me to go on, to do my best, to try one more time. Magic happens. All these powerful presences not only make distance and time barriers relative, but also pain. I (and Mother Dragon) have caught myself smiling so much, thinking on your words, that sometimes more than half the therapy has passed before I am aware how much it is costing me.
During the challenge, Alex Cavanaugh was trying to get all ancient one-ish with me. It might have worked until he pulled the "Infinity plus one" trick on me. That was enough to have me chuckling all day. I noticed I had one of my best performances under physical strain that morning. Don't know why, but Alex and Jeff Hargett have a special ability to put funny pictures in my mind and long lasting grins on my face. That's as priceless as some of you having the ability to reach me, heart to heart, in warp speed. I suffered a sudden anxiety attack on Friday morning and my 911 response came from Gary Pennick and Julie Luek. Thank you for being there for me.
However, today's post was inspired by Laura Eno's message on Facebook. "No matter how dark my path, others move along where the black is absolute. To those whose trouble exceeds my own, I promise to keep the faith for you. May dragon wings spread upon a warm breeze and carry you into a place of peace. May your heart be filled with joy and laughter. May the simple pleasures of life expand each moment with love. For Al Diaz."
Dragons don't wear hats to take off, but this is the moment I put my paw on my heart and bow deeply. To me, this means "I'm praying for you AND I am also traveling the night with you." Not my night, because no one can do that for me, but she's promising to face her own night courageously as well. She gave me her word. I cannot think of a better energy boost than this one gesture from her. We've become mission partners. It doesn't matter we're climbing different mountains, the goal is the same. Overcome the fear, go on and win.
When Alex featured Ocean's Eleven, I told him I liked the movie so much I wanted to form Dragon's Eleven. "You should," he said. On the comments of my IWSG post, some of you prompted me to ask you whatever I could need. I am already in your debt for the blessed wave of good thoughts you're sending my way, but I will dare to ask something even bigger from you. Travel the night with me. Your night. You won't be alone. I will be there for you too with all my heart, with all my thoughts, with everything I am to cheer for you. It is the only way I can repay you for what you're doing for me. I assure you, if you turn on the antenna, it does work.
We are aware there's a hard road ahead, but Mother Dragon said something that further strengthened my resolve. "I'm sure I'll see you totally healed. Don't stop. Don't quit. I believe in you."
Miracles do happen when you're courageous and work with determination while others cover your back. Thank you for covering Father Dragon's back. I promise I'll cover yours. I believe in you. You're all champions to me.
(Disclaimer: If you hear any "We Are the Champions" singing, it's the cloned dwarves. They're partying in the wine cellar.)