We all come to a point in time when we just want an answer to a question, a solution to a problem, or a reason for the way we feel. Recently I have had a close friend of mine deal with some pretty intense health issues. I know that he is scared and his family is too, but I don’t think he really knows how much I care as well. Distant relationships can be tough, but they can even strengthen you more than you think they can hurt you.
My friend has been searching for an answer to his health problem for quite a while and I think he is now getting closer to hopefully finding the specific cause of the problems. It is not any easy search for his answer, but he knows that he has to keep searching to bring his mind to some form of peace.
Not all of us face issues as intense as my friend’s, but it doesn’t mean that small struggles don’t take a toll on us. I myself have just had some struggle with self content, being happy with where I am at. I am very fortunate and blessed to have my friends, my family, my job, and my skills, but every once in a while it just takes the right person or event in our life to make us right again.
Last weekend I helped my friend Mark with a project and I began to photograph many images with either marks legs or feet and even my own from a first person point of view. For some reason it has been resonating with me strongly so I decided to listen. This weekend I will be traveling to Madison to meet up with new friends, old friends, and even family. I am going to listen to my feet and go where my instincts tell me to be.
So whether you are searching for an answer to a life threatening issue, something that has been keeping you down, or where to go from here, remember to look to the earth beneath you to inspire you to move and hopefully make things happen to find an answer.
This post is dedicated to my dear friend, Aaron, who has always had my back and inspired me to be fearless when I need it most. I love you man and I hope you find an answer.
Having been through some serious mdicla issues recently, I can relate to how scary it can be when you don’t know what is going on. What’s worse is when you get the wrong information. Everyone focuses on how Kelly and I spent 3 months in Florida getting Anya well, but the real hard times were back in February and March, when we found out that there was something wrong on the ultrasound images. We were given a laundry list of possible (and fatal) problems that could accompany the diagnosis of CDH. We were thankful when we were told that we avoided all of those other issues. That had us feeling better, until the doctors here in St. Louis told us that the CDH itself would more than likely be fatal. We were not given any real options and no referrals. It was only by the grace of God that Kelly found Dr. Kays and he gave us hope that Anya would most likely live. Until then though, those weeks were horrible.