I don't know why or when it happened, but I don't remember a time when I wasn't afraid of heights. Even so, I do remember diving from the "high" board at our municipal swimming pool and I did enjoy riding the Ferris wheel and roller coaster when the carnival came to town. As I grew older, though, the fear became stronger, until finally I had no choice but to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.
For many years, I was intimidated by doctors. I grew up thinking the doctor was always right. I have a crooked little finger that resulted from a doctor telling my mom it wasn't broken. It apparently was. It wasn't until I had children of my own that I learned the value of getting a second opinion when you have any question at all about your doctor's diagnosis or the treatment he or she may recommend.
As I walked our Airedale Terrier, Bailey, I especially enjoyed watching my neighbor walk her Miniature Schnauzer. I've missed seeing them lately. Although her dog was 14 years old and blind, he still had the Schnauzer independence.
Has anyone ever told you to stop beating yourself up? That's something those with depression hear on a regular basis from well-meaning friends and loved-ones. Do they ask you what's wrong, why are you sad, crying, and/or irritable? You only wish you knew, right? That is what is wrong with depression.
All that glistens is not snake oil. Prescription drug problems are rampant. The truth is that Americans are still not smart about healthcare today. Vast numbers of us still succumb to advertising hucksters that peddle everything from snake oils to electronic doodads and contraptions.
Pro choice is just a shorter phrase for "Mind Your Own Business." It is neither pro-life nor pro-abortion. It as much about birth control as it is about deciding whether or not to end a pregnancy or continue one. Here's why:
A miscarriage left me with the understanding that abortion would never be a good choice for me. Even so, I believe the decision to end a pregnancy or carry it to term—yes or no—belongs solely to the woman it concerns and to nobody else.
Some days I think I am watching Spielberg's THX1138. Advertisements pelt us continually with news about one drug or another. Each new drug seems to be a miracle cure for whatever might ail us. Each ad suggests you "ask your doctor" about the drug. The inference is to ask your doctor to prescribe it.