Has blatant reality suddenly challenged your assumptions that you’re in good health? Or someone about whom you care?
One evening in Santa Fe, John collected his safari photo prints plus his sample portfolio and we left the hotel. When I realized we were going to arrive at our friends’ home too early, John pulled off the road and leaned heavily against the steering wheel. Alarmed, I asked, “Are you all right?” “I feel like crap,” replied John, adding, “I think I’m getting a sinus infection.” I was apoplectic, dismayed that I hadn’t noticed earlier that John wasn’t well and concerned that he hadn’t told me. That evening (John adamantly refused to return to the hotel), John discussed his photo prints, answered Dee Ann’s questions about purchasing a digital camera and presented her with a gift of his sample portfolio. Neither Dee Ann nor her husband Scotty had any idea that John was feeling below par. After returning to the hotel, John spent much of the next two days resting in bed. I had not seen John flat out before. He told me that once the antibiotic Cipro kicked in (he had taken what remained from the trip to Africa) he’d be fine. And he was.