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I’m almost there.  Incredible.  

This WEGO challenge of posting on health daily for the month of November has done me a treat in distraction and alternative focus,

but it will be back to the vodka diaries on 1 December – and how I’m coping with the concept of living without a crutch,

let alone living without a crutch.

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What causes some to need a crutch?

I guess when we’re born and become cognizant of our position on Earth, we at first stand tall and able, walking into battle/life.

We meander into the war zone we were born into, looking around like it’s a picnic setting, and just when we realise we’re in a battle zone – hmmm, I think I was about six years and 2 days old when I realised that, myself – you get snipered in the heart.  Your hand rushes up and you gasp.  THIS is life??

Slightly bent over, you continue onward - it’s an animal thing, I suppose, continuing on - and as you make your way through the people in the various neighbourhoods of your life, in various positions, composed,

and not,

- well, you get the picture:  

years into your life, depending how much perseverance-qi you had to begin with… it just stands to nature you would begin to be bent over after taking those hits – a grenade/mental breakdown here, a rocket launched/lover passed there – and you’d have trouble walking onward, even seeing properly (because now you’re expecting everyone to be an enemy, not a picnic-goer),

And like an old man needs a walking frame, a haggard heart and mind needs a crutch.

So, yeah, that’s my theory on a crutch, why some “need” a crutch.  

A nasty thing, to be born into a battle zone, even if it is just a mental one – or no, at WORST it is a mental one. Just to keep walking, to not fall and end up crawling through society you were once upright in, you begin to lean on a crutch.

Heavily.

Never mind the crutch turns to liquid when you least expect it and dissolves, causing you to fall to your knees, by which time you no longer possess  the strength to get up because you’ve not been exercising those muscles which keep you upright and onward moving… 

When you’ve been leaning on your crutch so long, you cannot stand alone unsupported – that’s a problem.

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Where was I?  Oh yes – the joys in life!

One of my favourite blogs to visit is that of Carl  D’Agostino.  No matter what day of the week it is, he has drawn a new cartoon.  No matter what my horoscope read that morning, he has drawn a new cartoon.

So original…I love it!

In his own words:

“Carl D’Agostino 63, is a retired high school history teacher from the Miami Dade County school system, Florida USA. He is sole caretaker of his father 89, who lives with him. Divorced since 1984-Hooray ! He has 2 children and 5 grandchildren, two of which he will see for the first time this Christmas. He enjoys reading, wood carving and making cartoons for his blog. “The delight of grandchildren makes all the sufferings of my past seem worthwhile if such was the trade off.”

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When I saw the WEGO post-prompt read ‘do a cartoon on health’, I immediately thought of Carl.  THANK YOU, Carl, for allowing me to share your funnies.  

*IF YOU’VE HAD A REEEEEAAALLLY BAD DAY, VISIT CARL* !

A positive mind,

a positive spin,

and a laugh.  

For every serious blog you’ve Subbed to – people and their crutches, abuses of young lives, sadness in existence, I recommend two serves of Carl D’Agostino.