Simon

But the ability to travel in time To witness once again The birth of my daughters To lay in a rapid flowing river Listening to the rhythms and melodies Feeling its energies against my skin A refrigerator with foods I enjoy Grapes, mangoes, oranges, etc. Ice cream and chocolate To follow my desires No matter where they take me Even if they’re contrary to what I've been taught To remember my dreams So that I can enjoy The similarities of both worlds Embrace a friend Who finds me totally irresistible   And has a smile that leads to euphoria   To communicate with my mother Even when she meets her maker So that I know that God’s ok Walk up and down an escalator   And have no one in front of me Wake up in another world   And not be all at surprised To find my friend there as well To access a wormhole So that I can travel wherever I want In this large and expanding universe Wouldn’t that be amazing!

Elizabeth Kenny was a self-trained Australian nurse whose unconventional methods revolutionized polio treatment and laid the foundation for modern physical therapy. Despite receiving only a few years of formal schooling, her medical journey began at age 17 after a horse-riding accident led her to study anatomy under her physician, Dr. McDonnell. He would become her lifelong mentor. In 1912, after years of self-study, Kenny opened St. Canice's clinic, offering midwifery and restorative services. It was here she first treated infantile paralysis (polio) by applying hot woolen compresses to relax tight muscles—a sharp departure from the era's standard of rigid bracing. When World War I broke out, Kenny was initially rejected for military service due to her lack of formal qualifications. However, with a recommendation from Dr. McDonnell, she served as a nurse aboard the HMAT Suevic. By 1917, she earned the title of "Sister" (equivalent to a 1st lieutenant) and was honor...

I often find myself in conversations with people who seem disengaged. While they hear my words, they frequently miss the underlying melodies that convey my message. This disconnect is frustrating—especially after sharing something personal, only to realize the listener completely missed the point. Many focus solely on the literal text, overlooking the tones and nuances that carry the true essence of the communication.  I frequently feel disappointed when my thoughts and emotions fail to resonate. I don’t believe this is solely the listener’s fault; perhaps I need to find a more concise way to share. It is possible my words come across as dissonant or my prose too lengthy, causing people to tune out. I recognize that this disconnect can stem from my own speaking style. However, what concerns me most is that, in a world where individuality reigns supreme, we have learned to prioritize our own narratives over listening to others. In a culture that values self-promotion, empathy for th...