Larry is a great buddy, but we call him L'air . . . A former girlfriend gave him that name, and it's stuck . . . None of the inner circle call him Larry . . .
L'air has been hospitalized since mid-October . . . He was given three weeks to live, then we were told three days to a week . . . And finally, he won't last the weekend . . . That was early November . . .
Can you imagine? L'air is still with us, and making progress at a rate no one, and I mean NO ONE, could have predicted, without being considered a Pollyanna . . . But survive he has, and we continue to see positive signs day by day . . . The latest? He's getting physio daily, and has been told he needs to go to a different facility, because the one he's in now doesn't have the ability to meet his level of progress . . .
Think about this . . . A person is told he/she has a 5% chance of survival . . . How does that news resonate in the psyche? Truth is, it means in cold hard probability that 95% of people in a similar position don't make it . . . But, and this is the kicker, 5% DO MAKE IT!! Somebody has to be in that 5%, so why NOT L'air? And people like him? There is always hope, tempered with a dose of reality . . .
Life is beautiful baby!!
Continue to think beautiful thoughts, and let the rest take care of itself . . .
Peace and love . . .
Until next time . . . Ciao!!