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The back story begins seven months ago when I woke up to the sound of my wife’s scream. Her name is Laura. From that morning on, I knew I would never be the same again and take Laura, my wife for 42 years, for granted. I must become a REAL husband who loves his spouse more than himself. And I will now do everything in my power to help her, easing her from the physical and emotional pain.

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I was alone in a room with a wash basin and bed. The fourth wall was of glass, with a security guard watching over me. So, I had plenty of time to lay on my back and stare up the ceiling. The matter at hand: why exactly did I end up here, when I was told that I’d simply be given a few blood samples, then an interview with a psychiatrist? The answer was obvious, I might be a threat to someone or to myself. Though this thought was absurd, apparently all bases must be covered to avoid a lawsuit if it was determined that I really was batty.

My psychiatrist and therapist told me that this personal narrative must be preserved. The back story begins seven months ago when I woke up to the sound of my wife’s scream. Here name is Laura. From that morning on, I knew I would never be the same again and take Laura, my wife for 42 years, for granted. I must become a REAL husband who loves his spouse more than himself. And will do everything in a power to help her, easing her from the physical and emotional pain.

When we’re worrying about the future or ruminating on the past, attempting to “be” in the moment can seem daunting. What if, instead, we used the framework of travel to find that powerful place between yesterday and tomorrow? Where do we choose to live?  The past, the present, or the future? I often ask myself this question, and I think …