Thank you to Shinedown.

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Show me where it hurts.

I’ve mastered patience. I realized it today.

Just now is when I realized it.

As I was sitting on the porch having a smoke, I was talking to myself, working on my programming.

I said everyone gets the patience I have with my son.

My son has always had and has my patience.

People who knew me, knew I wasn’t ever patient. I was always waiting on them.

People who know me, know how truly patient I am. People who know me, know I’m at peace.

Peace is what I use to give love to the universes on a constant.

Transmuting what I take in as an empath and turning it into pure love healing energy. This energy goes across the universes nearly instaneously as an orb.

I know how blessed I am.

I work at being me.

Every human being working behind a cash register hears “Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.”

At times it’s exactly what they needed to hear before the rest of their day.

Today I had new patient.

Parkinsons disease, like my dad.

He fell today. He fell last night and he couldn’t get up. Today when he fell I was patient with him.

Instead of hurrying to dial 911, I let him work at getting himself up. When he said call 911, I did. The firemen that showed up got him in his chair and he had no injuries.

We talked a bit. This was the first time he remembers that he couldn’t get himself up twice.

I get where he’s at. I watched my dad fight it every step of the way, often making me the target for his rage.

I get it.

My dad was the dude who could do anything he set his mind to. It’s where I get it.

Then his mind said fuck you I’m not working through Parkinsons.

Today I had to tell a dude if he falls, he has to call 911, because he can’t do it himself.

I hurt him with the truth. However I don’t want him to hurt himself or others. I tried like hell with my dad, but he never listened.

I hope this dude listens.

Then I was off to my brother from another mothers place for his mom’s 83rd birthday.

I saw my brother doing everything his mother would ever, could ever want for her birthday.

She has advanced Alzheimer’s.

Tomorrow she won’t even remember.

My brother knows this, but it’s his mom.

I was there to put her to bed. We use a hoyer lift to take her from the living room to her bed room. She weighs more than 300lbs. She has blown her knees completely out. She can’t even stand on her own.

I get that what we do, my brother and I, isn’t glamorous, and we don’t care. It needs to be done and we’re here to do it.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.