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Living Life With a Major Illness — Part 4

Aug29th
2011 25 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

Write On Wednesdays

I com­bined this week’s Writ­ing on Wednes­day exer­cise with my Blog Series post Liv­ing Life With a Major Ill­ness.  The exer­cise today is to write a story from your life. And remem­ber: it has to be 100% true, but it doesn’t have to be 100% of the truth. There’s a dif­fer­ence. The key­words are: The Fight.  This is my fight!

Liv­ing Life With a Major Illness

Over the course of the past year, I have noticed a prover­bial theme emerge when it comes to liv­ing life with a major illness:

For Every One Step For­ward, I Take Two Steps Back

This is some­thing I have strug­gled with since my diag­no­sis.  Every time I take a step for­ward, I seem to take two steps back soon there­after.  Since I began notic­ing this, I’ve stepped back and am look­ing at things from a dif­fer­ent per­spec­tive.  (I am shar­ing my expe­ri­ences so peo­ple can under­stand some­thing; If I can sur­vive all of this with a pos­i­tive atti­tude, any­one can make it through the most dif­fi­cult cir­cum­stances that life may bring).

I am never sur­prised any­more.  Receiv­ing bad news comes with the ter­ri­tory of hav­ing a ter­mi­nal ill­ness.  Espe­cially with how rare my dis­ease is, I never know what will hap­pen next.  But, hav­ing this atti­tude doesn’t always keep me men­tally strong.

To keep a pos­i­tive atti­tude while liv­ing life with a major ill­ness, you must embrace the impor­tance of accep­tance.  You have to believe life will improve and get through the five stages of grief.  If you get stuck on a step other than accep­tance, it can cause cat­a­strophic con­se­quences in the long term.

As my ill­ness has pro­gressed, I have had to accept a lot.  Here are some of my examples:

In Feb­ru­ary 2011, I under­went a sur­gi­cal lung biopsy.  I was diag­nosed with a ter­mi­nal ill­ness called bron­chi­oli­tis oblit­er­ans.  After a month, my oxy­gen sat­u­ra­tion had dropped sharply, caus­ing me to be put on oxy­gen for the rest of my life.  This was incred­i­bly dif­fi­cult to move past the anger stage, but real­iz­ing it’s not cur­able made it eas­ier to accept.  Then other issues started appearing.

Blood tests showed I had an extremely high cho­les­terol and triglyc­eride count.  I was put on two med­ica­tions and altered my diet to extremely health food.  This cor­rected the prob­lem, but I began hav­ing severe tachy­car­dia.

My lungs, lack­ing the abil­ity to pro­vide oxy­gen to my body, started putting a lot of pres­sure on my heart.  It was caus­ing a con­di­tion called hypox­emia.  At its worst, my rest­ing heart rate was 160 bpm (beats per minute).  Finally after try­ing mul­ti­ple doses of a heart med­i­cine, this prob­lem was under con­trol.  Then came depression.

Depres­sion can be crip­pling when you face a severe ill­ness.  It blocks your abil­ity to think clearly and can anni­hi­late your long-term out­look.  I spoke to my pas­tor and a psy­chol­o­gist.  I was put on anti-depressants.  They all led me to spend­ing time in scrip­ture, time in prayer, and bet­ter com­mu­ni­ca­tion with my wife.  Doing these things con­sis­tently put me back on the right path.  Then I ended up hos­pi­tal­ized with pleurisy.

Pleurisy feels like your hav­ing a con­stant heart attack with every breathe.  Absolutely excru­ci­at­ing pain.  In order to kill the infec­tion, the doc­tors placed me on a high dose of steroids.  Unfor­tu­nately, a side effect of steroids is weight gain.  I gained over 50 pounds in just under two weeks.  Even with my healthy diet, the inabil­ity to do phys­i­cal activ­ity makes it nearly impos­si­ble for me to lose the weight.  After a month break, another con­di­tion struck: swollen lymph nodes.

The lymph nodes in my neck, armpits, and groin all became swollen.  The most painful was the one in my neck.  Eat­ing and drink­ing became dif­fi­cult. Every time I tried to swal­low my food, it hurt.  After a course of antibi­otics, the swelling sub­sided.  Finally, my most recent med­ical anom­aly has taken hold: Tumors in both of my knees.

Hav­ing the appear­ance of large golf balls in the back of my knees, these tumors have doc­tors con­fused.  They aren’t my lymph nodes like we pre­vi­ously had thought.  So what are they?  First, some good news.  Nee­dle biop­sies have shown they are benign and are sim­ply fatty tumors.  But why have they appeared so ran­domly and quickly? The answers are still being searched for.

In the mean time, I am suf­fer­ing from hor­ren­dous knee pain.  Two weeks ago, I was given a cor­ti­sone injec­tion and instead of help­ing, it has increased the pain ten­fold.  Walk­ing is nearly impos­si­ble now with­out assis­tance and pain med­ica­tions.  This also becomes a prob­lem for my lung dis­ease because my lack of mobil­ity decreases my lung func­tion.  It is vital I get to a doc­tor who can help.

Living Life With a Major Illness

Every­thing I just described has hap­pened in a six month time span.  Changes have hap­pened so rapidly, I’ve had a dif­fi­cult time com­pre­hend­ing the mag­ni­tude of it all.  But, I feel God has a pur­pose for every­thing, so I take it all in stride.  Things may appear bleak, but I am only able to see what God shows me: the present.  Liv­ing in the here and now is what pushes me on to each day.  I’ll stay strong and con­tinue to help oth­ers, which helps me in return.

I want all my read­ers to under­stand that any­thing can be over­come.  God pro­vides the strength needed to con­quer all situations.

If any­one needs some inspi­ra­tion or advice, I’m no expert, but am will­ing to help where I can.  Please feel free to use the con­tact form to reach me and I will respond within 24 hours.  Thank you and God Bless!

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A Love Story for the Ages — Part 4 — Preparing to Deploy

Aug27th
2011 9 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

A Love Story for the Ages — Part 4

Wel­come to Part 4 of my Blog Series A Love Story for the Ages.  This is the amaz­ing story of my wife and I through­out our mar­riage; from how we met, to the unbe­liev­able life we enjoy today.  In case you missed the first three parts, they can be found here:

Blog Series Updates

Now the con­tin­u­a­tion of the story.…..

Prepar­ing to Deploy

After the wed­ding, our excite­ment level was at an all time high.  Get­ting mar­ried after eight days sounds like a bad idea to most, but we knew it was the right deci­sion.  We expe­ri­enced the bliss of “love at first sight,” and now we had the rest of our lives to enjoy it.

Unfor­tu­nately, in the midst of our joy, a pend­ing deploy­ment was loom­ing over our heads like a black cloud.  Prepar­ing for Afghanistan is stress­ful enough, but leav­ing so quickly after get­ting mar­ried (and meet­ing for that mat­ter), added to the tension.

The three weeks between Feb­ru­ary 16, 2009 (our wed­ding day) and March 7, 2009 (when I left for Afghanistan) was remark­ably hec­tic.  Leav­ing so soon meant we had to accom­plish an almost impos­si­ble list and we had just 20 days to do it.

Before a typ­i­cal deploy­ment, you are given a very thor­ough check­list that must be com­pleted before you are cleared to leave.  What I didn’t real­ize, if you get mar­ried dur­ing this win­dow of time, there was expo­nen­tially more tasks.  The list included, but was not lim­ited to:

  • Reg­is­ter­ing Har­monie for health insurance
  • Hav­ing mil­i­tary finance switch mar­i­tal sta­tus for Hous­ing Allowance and Fam­ily Sep­a­ra­tion Pay
  • Get­ting her a mil­i­tary depen­dent ID card
  • Switch­ing life insur­ance to her name
  • Set­ting up a Power of Attorney
  • Set­ting up a Will
  • Famil­iar­iz­ing Har­monie with the Air Force base and my Squadron

I’m sure theA Love Story for the Agesre was more, but these were the main tasks Har­monie and I had to get done together.  How­ever, accom­plish­ing every­thing gave us the oppor­tu­nity to bond in a very unique way.  To be com­pletely hon­est, Har­monie and I were still try­ing to get to know each other, so this was a great time to do so.

Many mil­i­tary fam­i­lies strug­gle when the ser­vice mem­ber is prepar­ing to deploy.  We embraced this period of time.  Soon, our mar­riage would face the ulti­mate chal­lenge: Sur­viv­ing a four month trip to Afghanistan, after only know­ing each other for a month.  The odds of our mar­riage last­ing was com­pletely stacked against us.

As my day of depar­ture drew closer, we began under­stand­ing just how spe­cial this all was.  Find­ing some­one you truly love is one thing, but get­ting mar­ried after seven days is an entirely dif­fer­ent cat­e­gory.  We also knew if we could han­dle being apart four of the first five months in our mar­riage, noth­ing could stop us (you will see how well this holds true in the future).

We finally decided to tell Harmonie’s fam­ily and friends that we were mar­ried.  Many of them didn’t believe us at first, but when they finally did, I was wel­comed into the fam­ily with open arms.  Fear­fully, I didn’t tell any­one in my fam­ily we had got­ten mar­ried before I left.  I didn’t want them to be upset, pos­si­bly caus­ing more stress that was unneeded at the time (look­ing back, I made the wrong deci­sion on this, but every­thing worked out).

With about a week to go, Har­monie and I decided to go house hunt­ing.  When I returned home, we could own a house and stop wast­ing money pay­ing rent.  The Las Vegas hous­ing mar­ket had already crashed, so now was the time to buy right? Wrong

Our real­tor almost had us con­vinced. It was a brand new, beau­ti­ful home and the mar­ket wasn’t going to come down any fur­ther right? Wrong again

Thank­fully, we wiz­ened up and didn’t pro­ceed with pur­chas­ing that home.  Had we bought it, we would have lost over half the home value already (and wouldn’t have found the great house we’re buy­ing now).

Now, just days before leav­ing, we received some very dif­fi­cult news.  The amount of peo­ple going on the deploy­ment was being dras­ti­cally reduced due to con­straints on liv­ing quar­ters and food on the base we were head­ing to.  What did this mean for me? I would be going on a new mis­sion, under extreme cir­cum­stances, as the only qual­i­fied indi­vid­ual for my career field on the entire trip.

No mat­ter how con­fi­dent I was in my abil­i­ties, I knew this was going to be a mon­u­men­tal chal­lenge.  With my new bride at home and the knowl­edge of what being sent “one deep” meant, an awful feel­ing set in; This deploy­ment was lin­ing up to be a nightmare.A Love Story for the Ages

Har­monie and I were insep­a­ra­ble from this point on.  We wanted to make the most of every moment we had.  We enjoyed roman­tic din­ners and long walks through our neigh­bor­hood, walk­ing hand-in-hand.  The nights usu­ally came to a close with us hold­ing each other, hop­ing every­thing would be alright.

My last day home, I filled Har­monie in on a few things that I knew to keep from her until just before I left.  We were told our com­mu­ni­ca­tion capa­bil­i­ties would be severely lim­ited, so I didn’t know when I would be able to con­tact her.  Also, care pack­ages would take an unusu­ally long time to get to us.  I told her as soon as she got the address where I was, to please start send­ing things we needed.

I could tell Har­monie was ner­vous.  I did my best to calm her down.  This was all so new to her, so under­stand­ably, she felt over­whelmed.  She asked a heart-wrenching ques­tion, “We’ll make it through this right? You’ll come home to me and we’ll have a great life.”  I assured her I would be OK and not to worry.  The best piece of advice I had for her, “No news, is good news.”

Thank you for read­ing Part 4 — Prepar­ing to Deploy, part of my Blog Series A Love Story for the Ages.  This series stirs up many emo­tions that we have expe­ri­enced through­out our mar­riage.  My wife is my best friend and I am the luck­i­est man alive to be mar­ried to her.

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My Daily Struggle — Part 1

Aug24th
2011 10 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

 My Daily Strug­gle — Part 1

This new 3-part series enti­tled “My Daily Strug­gle” will be bro­ken down into 3 sec­tions: Morn­ing, After­noon, and Night.  You will expe­ri­ence my daily strug­gle through pain and adver­sity.  Let me know what you think!

Morn­ing Time

I wake up to a sharp pain radi­at­ing from my knee.  It’s excru­ci­at­ing.  Lean­ing over to my night stand, I grab a pain pill, and swal­low it down.  I need pain relief quickly from a night full of toss­ing and turn­ing.  Unfor­tu­nately, it won’t kick in for about 30 minutes.

I swing my legs off the edge of the bed, but my knees are stiff.  The pain just to get my feet on the floor is unbear­able.  I reach for my med­i­cine con­tainer, which holds a week’s worth of pills, sep­a­rated by morn­ing and night.  I place the six morn­ing pills in my mouth, take a big drink of water, and swal­low those down as well.  The after taste is awful, but they are all vital to my health.  It’s now time to get up.

I place both feet on the ground and stand.  My right knee is much worse off, so my left leg has to bear a major­ity of my weight.  The first few steps brings tears to my eyes.  Hope­fully the pain killers kick in soon.  A warm shower is next and much needed to relax.

Get­ting in the shower is no easy task though.  First, I make sure my oxy­gen cord has enough slack to take in with me.  Next, I turn on the exhaust fan and leave the door open to clear out the steam (humid­ity makes my lung con­di­tion much worse).  Finally, I care­fully step in, relieved to be enjoy­ing the shower at last.  It doesn’t last long though.  My legs start to ache and it’s time to get out.  Not a good sign for the day ahead.

Now, it’s time to head down­stairs to my recliner.  Stairs are com­pli­cated and require great del­i­cacy.  One step at a time is all I can do.  Left leg must go first.  Next, the right leg gin­gerly comes down to the same step.  All the way down I grip the rail­ing to pro­vide sta­bil­ity.  Adding to the dif­fi­culty, I must watch out for my oxy­gen cord.  Trip­ping on it will send me careen­ing down to the bot­tom.  A dis­as­ter wait­ing to hap­pen.  Even­tu­ally, I make it down and sit in my chair.

My Daily Struggle

The Recliner

Once I get set­tled in, the recliner becomes my com­fort zone for the morn­ing.  I can watch tele­vi­sion, write on my lap­top, and because I wear down quickly, I almost always take a nap.  Hav­ing the con­ve­nience of doing all this from my chair requires help get­ting situated.

My wife, the amaz­ing woman she is, always gets me set up before she leaves for work.  She fixes me break­fast and puts out cof­fee and water on the table next to my chair.  Her kind­ness is unyield­ing.  Hav­ing my best friend be my wife and care­taker is truly spe­cial.  I couldn’t imag­ine my life with­out her.

After she leaves, I go about the activ­i­ties listed above.  Peri­od­i­cally, she texts me to make sure I’m OK and to see if I need any­thing.  I respond, telling her some new lungs and a knee sur­geon, but of course it’s just a joke.  With­out humor, hav­ing a pos­i­tive out­look on life would be much more difficult.

The morn­ing quickly dis­ap­pears and my wife comes home for lunch.

Please check the Blog Series Updates page for more infor­ma­tion on the next install­ment of this series.  Thank you!

 

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A Morning Stroll

Aug23rd
2011 24 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

Write On Wednesdays
 

My First Post for Write on Wednesdays

I want to thank Sheri Bomb for refer­ring me to this group.  Also, I want to thank Gill and Karen for com­ing up with the idea of Write on Wednes­days.  It is a great oppor­tu­nity for a com­mu­nity of writ­ers to come together.  I’ve already read some excep­tional posts and hope I can be a pos­i­tive addi­tion to the group.  This week’s exercise:

Exer­cise 11 — Take a Walk: “Come back home and write what you encoun­tered. Try to write so that your sen­tences feel the way the walk­ing felt.” Let’s toss the 5 minute sprint aside this week and instead take a lin­ger­ing stroll through our exer­cise. Par­tic­i­pants are encour­aged to write a first draft (the point being to get it out on the page), then to go through and edit their piece before post­ing. We’re aim­ing to get from one place to another, tak­ing the reader with us — eco­nom­i­cally, grace­fully, elegantly.

Per­haps start with the usual stream of con­scious­ness exer­cise if you are hav­ing trou­ble get­ting started. But then stop and take a look. Edit your sen­tences and try to get them “feel­ing” the way your walk felt.

A Morn­ing Stroll

I wake up to the sound of waves crash­ing against the rocks out­side.  The mist lightly spray­ing against our win­dows.  Climb­ing out of bed, the aroma of fresh cof­fee fills the house.  My wife hands me a cup as we walk out on the porch.  We slip on our san­dals and make the short walk to the beach.

A Morning Stroll

Sun­rise

As soon as we hit the beach, I take off my san­dals and dig my feet into the warm sand.  We walk along the ocean, allow­ing the waves to sweep over our legs.  It’s cool, but refresh­ing.  Look­ing out on the hori­zon, a beau­ti­ful sun­rise begins its ascent.  It couldn’t be a more per­fect morning.

Con­tin­u­ing down the end­less miles of beach, we come to a pier.  Under­neath, a flock of seag­ulls, all con­test­ing for a meal.  The smell of rot­ting fish is pun­gent, so we quickly move on.

Look­ing around, we rec­og­nize most the faces we see.  Neigh­bors and locals are the only peo­ple out this early.  The tourists won’t start arriv­ing for another hour or two.  We say hello to some friends and then decide to grab a bite to eat.

Head­ing up to the board­walk, the smell of eggs and bacon begins fill­ing our nos­trils.  Our favorite break­fast spot opens early and the food is amaz­ing.  Real­iz­ing we have a long walk back, we eat a light meal and head home.

On our walk back home, we start notic­ing the calm of morn­ing has given way to busi­ness as usual.  Shops begin to open, eagerly await­ing the flood of tourists that visit daily.  Horns are honk­ing, morn­ing grid­lock has set in.  We reach our house just in time.

We have a busy day ahead of us, but a knock at the door echoes through the house.  And then.….

I wake up.

I suf­fer from a ter­mi­nal lung dis­ease and have tumors in my knees, so walk­ing isn’t really an option right now.  Instead, I chose to write about a dream of mine.  In the dream, my wife and I move to the beach and I was free from oxy­gen tubes and pain.  I real­ize this may not hap­pen, but a man can dream right?  Learn more about me here: About Me

This was a com­pletely fic­tional story.  I hope you enjoyed it and I look for­ward to par­tic­i­pat­ing in Writ­ing on Wednes­days from now on.  Thank you!

 

 

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Living Life With a Major Illness — Part 3

Aug21st
2011 3 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

Wel­come back to my Blog Series Liv­ing Life With a Major Ill­ness.  If you missed the first two parts to this series please read them here: Part 1 & Part 2.  This week I’d like to share a small piece about my per­spec­tive on life.  Stay­ing pos­i­tive and keep­ing a great out­look on life is chal­leng­ing.  It takes hard work and deter­mi­na­tion if you want to keep mov­ing forward.

Before I got sick, I didn’t under­stand how pre­cious every moment in life truly was.  Life was a blur, whizzing by so quickly I could hardly keep up.  The daily grind of work, home, fam­ily, sleep, and not to men­tion being newly mar­ried to my amaz­ing wife (Har­monie), was caus­ing days and weeks to sim­ply evap­o­rate.  Look­ing back, I never just stopped and appre­ci­ated what I had.

I had built up a men­tal­ity of enti­tle­ment.  I always felt life fell into place because I had worked hard and earned it.  The trap of “liv­ing for self” had com­pletely engulfed me, and with auto-pilot on, I prob­a­bly would have self-destructed.  Then, all of a sud­den, life’s pace came to a screech­ing halt.  God blessed me with a ter­mi­nal ill­ness called Bron­chi­oli­tis Oblit­er­ans (yes, I said blessed).

Living Life With a Major Illness

Deep in Thought

Many of you will have a hard time under­stand­ing why I feel hav­ing a ter­mi­nal ill­ness is a bless­ing, but let me try to explain.  It has taken me get­ting severely sick and falling flat on my face in many other facets of my life to reach the point I’m at now.  Finally, I real­ized some­thing: I can’t make it through life on my own.  I needed God. READ MORE »

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A Love Story for the Ages — Part 3 — The Wedding

Aug19th
2011 8 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

Wel­come to Part 3 of my Blog Series A Love Story for the Ages which is the amaz­ing story of how my wife and I have got­ten to the life we live today.  If you missed the begin­ning to these sto­ries please catch up here: Part 1 — How We Met & Part 2 — The Pro­posal.  Now the con­tin­u­a­tion of the story…

Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Meyer

Our Wed­ding Day

After propos­ing, we were over­come with joy.  As quickly as it all hap­pened though, we real­ized we had agreed to attend a UFC (Ulti­mate Fight­ing Cham­pi­onship) party that evening at Harmonie’s brother’s house.  I had yet to meet any of her fam­ily to this point, so hav­ing the first impres­sion be that I pro­posed after seven days of know­ing each other prob­a­bly was not a good idea.  We agreed to wait on announc­ing our engage­ment until they knew me bet­ter.  As sad as it was, she had to take the ring off for a few hours.

We arrived at the party and were extremely ner­vous even though it was her fam­ily and I’m an extro­vert.  What should have been a relax­ing “meet and greet” turned into an uncom­fort­able sit­u­a­tion of hid­ing a huge secret.  I attempted to min­gle with her fam­ily as well as I could, espe­cially since unknow­ingly to them, I would be join­ing the fam­ily soon.

As the party con­cluded, we made our way home and started dis­cussing ideas of when we would get mar­ried.  Know­ing that I had a deploy­ment to Afghanistan com­ing in a few weeks, we had to make a big deci­sion: Do we get mar­ried before I leave or after I get home?  The next day was President’s day and we both had the day off so we thought, “let’s do it tomor­row, why not!” READ MORE »

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Book Review: A Table in the Presence by Lt. Carey H Cash

Aug17th
2011 Leave a Comment Written by Daniel Meyer

A Table in the Pres­ence by Lt. Carey H Cash is a won­drous mix­ture of brawn and might com­bined with spir­i­tu­al­ity and faith.  An absolute must read!

Lt. Carey H Cash, a Navy Chap­lain, was assigned to the 1st Marine Bat­tal­ion, the first infantry unit to cross into Iraq in 2003.  This com­pelling story leads you on a jour­ney of how Christ touched the lives of those ser­vice mem­bers. READ MORE »

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Michele Bachmann Disgracing Graceland

Aug16th
2011 2 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

Today in South Car­olina, Michele Bach­mann was quoted by the Huff­in­g­ton Post saying:

“Before we get started, let’s all say ‘Happy Birth­day’ to Elvis Pres­ley today,” said Bach­mann while speak­ing in the Pal­metto State. “We played you a lit­tle bit of promise land when we pulled up. You can’t do bet­ter than Elvis Presley.”

Unfor­tu­nately, today is the anniver­sary of when Elvis Pres­ley passed away, 34 years ago. The video on Michele Bachmann’s quote can be found here: Michele Bach­mann Dis­graces Grace­land.

Michele Bach­mann brings a great pas­sion and deter­mi­na­tion to the Pres­i­den­tial Race of 2012.  Unfor­tu­nately, she con­tin­ues to take steps in the wrong direc­tion in her pub­lic speak­ing.  She has a ton of sup­port from the Tea Party, and as noble as that move­ment is, I don’t believe she has a chance at the nom­i­na­tion for the GOP.

 

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Blogging on Your Own Terms

Aug13th
2011 2 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

The past two weeks I’ve been exten­sively research­ing top­ics rang­ing from SEO (Search Engine Opti­miza­tion) to online mar­ket­ing.  Through the count­less arti­cles I read, I’ve come to one con­clu­sion: You must be blog­ging on your own terms.  Don’t let any­one tell you what you should or shouldn’t be doing.  Using the enor­mous amount of infor­ma­tion avail­able on the Inter­net can help you make an informed decision.Blogging on Your Own Terms

There are many rea­sons peo­ple blog: to make money, to pro­mote a busi­ness, for the love of writ­ing, and I’m sure many other rea­sons.  Per­son­ally, my goals with blog­ging are to reach out to vast audi­ences in the world so that my pas­sion for writ­ing can be seen by many.  Mak­ing money is a dis­tant after­thought for me, and if it never hap­pens I won’t be dis­ap­pointed at all. READ MORE »

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A Love Story for the Ages — Part 2 — The Proposal

Aug11th
2011 3 Comments Written by Daniel Meyer

This is Part 2 to the love story of how my wife Har­monie and I have got­ten to the life we enjoy today.  If you missed Part 1 to this series please check it out here: Part 1 — How We Met.  Now the con­tin­u­a­tion of the story.…

We met for din­ner that night and had lots of ques­tions for each other.  The sparks were fly­ing, so we began feel­ing each other out on top­ics rang­ing from our jobs to child­hoods.  We had a great deal in com­mon and I still couldn’t believe I had met her online.  My pes­simism towards online dat­ing sites began to fade with each hour I spent with Har­monie.  Din­ner was fin­ished, and as we went out sep­a­rate ways for the night, I knew this was the begin­ning of some­thing spe­cial. READ MORE »

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