Traveling at the "Speed of Sense"

It's been almost exactly a month since i last posted on here. Sorry to those of you who read (but don't leave comments). It's funny how in the winter the days actually are shorter than in the summer but yet longer at the same time. With RaNay having to teach, coach cheerleader, keep the house, coninue her own education in search of her Masters Degree, run the daily errands and a few other things that go along with being a MOM: and myself involved in fire department, working, broadcasting ballgames two nights a week, EMT school two other nights a week, trying to do clinicals and ride-alongs on the ambulance service, and all the other things that come with being a DAD. What have we really missed out on? This past week Camo had seemed sick with allergies for a couple of days and it only seemed natural since we all shared the same symptoms at some point or another during the week. I think RaNay and I both had kinda ignored his symptoms at one point or the other, shrugging them off to a life long battle with allergies. Then, Friday morning Camo awoke with his general "hey mommie and hey daddy" only today there would be a cough that followed that didn't sound right. Before work i made mention that maybe he should see the doctor that day. So we made arrangements with the babby-sitter to take him to the local clinic just to make sure nothing was really wrong. At 10:30 that morning i got the phone call that Camo's "allergies" had progressed to Pnuemonia. What had i done? So involed with my own needs of self accomplishment i had overlooked the health of our son, while at the same time being taught to recognize the symptoms of respiratory complications in class. What an idiot! What good is a PhD if you are applying for a job at 7-11, and what good is an EMT if they can't recognize signs and symptoms in someone they see everyday and what good is a fireman if he can't put out a fire?. And then it hit me, two weeks ago i met a man named Bernie Harberts who traveled from North Carolina to California with a pair of mules named Woody and Maggie at what he called the "Speed of Sense" always looking for "where-do-we-sleep-tonight o'clock". Although his "Speed of Sense" was based on a sense of perception, it made "SENSE". What have i been doing all of this for? Volunteer here and there,classes,work,school, for what? For Who? From now on, I too will try to travel at a the "Speed of Sense". Only it won't be a Sense of Perception, but a "Sense of Understanding" that life is too short to miss a minute with those who matter, a "Sense of Appreciation" for what i already have, all in the hopes that i never have to worry about "Where-Do-I-Sleep-Tonight O'Clock"! Thanks Bernie!!!!