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CALLING FOR RAIN, may be heavy at times

PROOF THAT GOD (still) LOVES ME

Friday, a week ago, my tour and transportation business was hanging onto the hope of big business like a cat on a Roomba! It was Friday, right before a long weekend. I checked the weather to see what to expect. Thursday had been lovely, but Friday? Well, apparently it was set to rain, with forecasts calling for rain and stating: “it may be heavy at times.”

So, not knowing what to expect, business wise, I packed my umbrella, some chilled bottles of water, a big smile, and some business fliers to handout to resorts if I wasn’t busy (again).

I dropped our convertible off at the airport early that morning. It was being rented for the weekend. It started to rain and quickly became a very busy electrical storm. We are used to a lot of rain in Charleston, but by the time I got up enough courage to leave the airport and drive downtown to work, the airport was underwater.

I took my time driving downtown, some parts of the highway were worse than others. Southerners may not be very good at driving in the snow but they won’t win any awards for driving in the rain either!

I finally arrived downtown and exhaled that I was finally out of the downpour on the highway. I headed down Meeting Street and it wasn’t long before I was making and driving through waves. Our downtown was underwater in less than 2 hours.

I kept driving (enter your comments on my smartness in the comments) thinking there would be a lot of people needing rides! I knew, from experience, where the low-lying places in town are. If I haven’t told you yet, parts of Charleston are actually below sea level. In those areas, the runoff has nowhere to go. Yeah, “a little rain might be hard at times.” It was a lingering tropical storm minus the wind.

Sadly, we will get flooding like this several times a year. People that live here have been through the drill. If you noticed, there were not too many cars on the side of the road. People that live here know all our parking garages open to the public downtown during a storm.

However, like I mentioned earlier, not all of us know how to drive in a storm. Here is an Uber driver that took a right turn and drove down a boat ramp on the Isle of Palms (marketing hint for Historic Tours and Transportation…I’ve never done that!).

Some people say thats proof that God loves me. I said I know. He’s saving me for something special!

What Not to Say to a Cancer Survivor

I could write a blog post on my thoughts on Susie and her Wild Ride. She is the illustration and the definition of the word LIFE.

Yet the gods seemed to strike us both down with Cancer (the c word) about the same time. My readers often applauded my optimistic view on my journey with the c word, and how I even could joke about it.. Well, I took my cues from Susie (not to be confused with Susie Q). She was as serious as Purple Pansies.

My cancer, while serious enough, amounted to a Pop Quiz while Suzie had closer to a real full mid-term exam. (sorry, I just broke rule #3) We both are alive and well now, some 5 or so years later. And one of us is (still) traveling the globe and the other still wishes he was. 

Live Life folks!

Make this day and every day awesome!

Thanks to Susie for educating us all about what to say and not to say as well as the life of a cancer patient and survivor….

Susie Lindau's avatarSusie Lindau's Wild Ride

susie lindau boob report picture with plants in front of her boobs before double mastectomies breast cancer

I’m almost five years cancer-free and have survived all kinds of off-hand comments. Everyone wants to say the right thing to a cancer survivor, but sometimes not saying anything would have been better. Some were well-intentioned while others seemed like heat-seeking missiles. When that would happen, I would go to a very dark place. A place filled with fear. A place without hope. A place I called The Hole. Dread and worry would swallow me. Sometimes for days. All because of some stupid remark.

It seems silly and yet there were times when I felt as if a giant C for Cancer appeared on my shirt. Some people avoided the topic altogether. Some avoided me like I was contagious. Others only wanted to talk about it.

Here’s the delio. Most survivors are cancer-free after surgery with or without chemo and/or radiation. We want to keep it that way. It’s funny…

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