The number eighteen, I'm told, is important in Judaism. The reason for this is because words in Hebrew have numerical values, and the Hebrew word for life, "chai", has a numerical value of eighteen. Looking back on my own life, the number eighteen can easily symbolize "life" for me as well. The year I was eighteen, which spanned my … Continue reading Eighteen
When I was in tenth grade, my geometry teacher, Mr. 51, used to give everyone nicknames. Whenever he'd call on you, it would be by your nickname. For instance, there was another Mike in my class (there was always another Mike) who had an after-school job at Burger King. His nickname was "BK Broiler." And … Continue reading Fifteen
Who remembers 10-10-220? Or maybe 10-10-321? Or 10-10-987? Anybody who watched television in the late 90's should have at least a vague memory of that. It was a way of making discounted long-distance calls from a carrier other than the one you had a contract with. Huh? Long-distance call? It's amazing, absolutely amazing, how phones … Continue reading Ten
I had eight serious girlfriends before meeting my wife, roughly one a year from age 14 through 21. It's very easy to enumerate them, because I really never dated casually. I fell madly in love, and I was intensely into these relationships. All eight of these relationships eventually ended, and that was always heart-wrenching. Anyway, before … Continue reading Eight
I used to be really good about walking. I used to get 12,000 steps every day, for years. Sure, there were a few days here and there when I failed. But for the most part, I hit my goal almost every day. When I first started this about fifteen years ago, I lost over fifty … Continue reading Walking and Blogging
It's mid-morning on December 25. My kids have opened their presents, and they're happily playing with new toys. We're expecting extended family to arrive in a little while. It's a lull in the excitement and the busyness of this queen of all holidays. And I'm thinking about the "true meaning of Christmas." I've been inspired … Continue reading Does Christmas Have a Meaning Anymore?
I bled twice today, and both times it hurt a lot less than I expected. My first bloodletting was by the hands of a phlebotomist, real honest-to-God, literal bloodletting. Well, a vial of blood was taken from my arm for the purposes of medical testing. I guess it's not actually literal bloodletting. I saw my … Continue reading Helpful Bleeding