If, dreaming, unforgiving, a heap of winning, turn right

North Austin Medical Center

To the left is the North wing and Mike spent the last week there. To the right is the south wing and there you will find the wound center. Today we began what will be another couple of weeks in this building but just once a day, to the right.


Wound Centers are specialists in the middle of a building that functions as a generalist for society. Either side it seems like the nurses are in charge. They seem to think they have more up to date and pratical knowledge of what is needed, and it seems obvious that they do.

With 60 seconds worth of distance run;

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it....

I thought today about getting a moment to run. I stopped and bought some running shoes. Forgot mine. The shows were New Balance. They were not quite as good as these 991's. I have run with basically the same shoe for 20+ years. That somehow is a good thing. My friend Jan and I ran most of that time. He had a different shoe every few months. I figure a shoe is worth about 300 miles. They start to lose the cushion after that. Running helps. It just fits in sometimes. I hope to fit it in a time or three this week. It is a big part of IF...............................

“IF”

By Mr. Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, And make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet, don’t look too good, nor talk too wise,

If you can dream –and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Of watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on, when there is nothing in you, Except the will which says to them; “Hold on!!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes, nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With 60 seconds worth of distance run;

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And which is more you’ll be a man, my son!!!