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The Sixth Ace


For years, I’ve had 2 recurring dreams, not every night but at least once every few months.  I wrote about the first one back when I first was writing this blog: Year into it all.  The second dream is one I’ve thought about many times.  I always wake before I “know” what happens with my last card.

It starts off with an invitation to play a hand of poker from a beautiful young woman.  She says I really have no choice but to play.  However, I may walk away from the hand once dealt at any point.  She points out I can always fold.  After all, I am playing with only what she has given me, a chance.  “A chip and a chair is all we ever get with this life, and here’s your chips.”  Evidently, I am to play this middle aged woman in a game of poker, but as the game goes on it becomes apparent I am playing for something more than a chip or a monetary treasure.  As I look at the dealer, I realize it is an older woman, and all three of the women look incredibly alike.  It’s as if they could be identical  twins except for their ages. 

When I ask them if they are related, they all laugh.  “Of course we are.  We are like three ends of a rope tasked with pulling it all together.”  This makes no sense!  Why am I playing against a middle aged woman who obviously has close ties with the dealer?  I’m being set up, and I hate being the fool.

The dealer looks at my concern and says, “Look at your cards.  Have they been unfair?  Have you had all bad hands?  You seem to have won more than half your hands.  You have been lucky.” 

The middle aged woman looks at me and says, “Have you guessed yet who we are?” 

I think before I reply, “You are like the fates: the spinner, weaver and cutter.  Am I close?  I think I remember reading about them in Greek mythology or maybe it was Shakespeare.”  I was shocked as they nodded saying I was closer than most.

“So you know from your life, you’ve not been cheated by the spinner or weaver.  Now that you have a stake your recognize, I have been tasked with playing you but one more hand, this one.  You may look at your first 2 cards.”  I have the ace of spades and diamonds.  As I think about betting, the fates laugh.

“You can’t bet.  You only get to choose whether or not to fold.  It’s not like you can hide what you have from us. Since you would bet, I gather you think you have been dealt well in the matters of family and hearth.  Will you continue?  If you fold at any point, you will live an ordinary life.  The question is will you be more or less?”

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Of course!  Who folds aces?  My third card is the ace of hearts.  Woohoo. “I gather you would continue as you now know your life will contain love?” says the middle aged woman.  “Fair warning, the last two cards are dealt at once, though you will have the option to bet or fold after you pick up your 4th and see my 5.  If you continue to play, you will then flip your 5th and final card.”

My fourth card was the Ace of clubs.  I was asked if I wanted to wager the successes of my life on this hand, and I said “Of course.”  At this point, a man whom I had somehow missed stepped out of the shadows laughing.

“Why do so many men think they have won?  Come now Lady Lach.  Show the man the value of his Aces.”  Lady Lachesis (whose name I hardly ever catch) frowns as she slowly flips her cards. 

10 of spades
Jack of spades
Queen of spades
King of spades…and I feel myself about to throw up…and the
Ace of spades.

How?  I have the ace of spades.  I have all four aces!  How could I lose? The man who came out of the shadows steps up right behind the dealer and says, “You can see you’ve lost.  Why even bother turning over the last card.  Just throw the hand in and walk away the second place, average loser you are meant to be.”

As I go to throw in the hand, something gives me pause.  I just can not walk away from four aces.  I look right at the older woman now with tears in her eyes and the shadowy me standing behind her.  In that moment, I stop and decide I will flip the last card.  The man’s eyes widen as he asks, “Would you throw away even an average life to have a life of loss after loss?  For that is what you risk if you flip the last card.”

“If I am dealt 4 aces, it’s a hand to be played not given up.  If I  throw it away, then I deserve all the losses you say I risk by playing.  We’ve got 5 aces in play now.  What’s to say there isn’t a 6th under my hand now?  I don’t know if 5 of a kind beats a royal flush, but if it does not then I lived a heck of a hand.”

I always wake up as I flip the last card, never getting to see it.  The last few times though, I wake up almost swearing I hear laughter, but I’m never sure who was laughing as the voices sound different from the others in the dream.

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I told this dream story to a lady I play poker with on Mondays, and she thinks it has meaning if I keep having it.  I told her it already has meaning.  I live it daily.  I was born to a family who gave me everything I need to have a meaningful life.  I have a good job which lets me lead the life I wish to live.  I have 3 wonderful, inspiring kids.  I have a beautiful wife whom I loved for years even before we married.  I have my 4 aces.

The royal straight is MS.

I am still not folding.  Someday I will look back and see whether I drew my 5th ace, the 6th in the deck.  Some day, I may learn if 5 aces wins.  Until then, what a ride it is to live the life of four aces.

 

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Dare To Be Wrong

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On the radio this week, I heard a story I’ve been unable to find any where, but it goes right to the point.  When you see something wrong and think you might have a solution, pursue it.  In the story, the owner of a hotel chain found himself dealing with a host of disgusted patrons one morning.  It seems the assistant manager on the night watch noticed a bug problem right outside the hotel, and every time a patron opened the door, bugs were getting inside.  The problem lasted all summer, every summer.  Having been a fisherman, he went out on his own and bought catfish to stock all the pools around the hotel.  He figured the catfish would eat the bugs being born in the decorative pools around the hotel.  However, what happened was a disaster.  The cats and racoons of the neighborhood ate very well and very messily that night leaving bloody fish carcasses all over the place.  On the positive side, the owner recognized an employee trying to solve a problem and promoted him.  What’s more he started an annual award in his company for employees trying to innovate, and the award doesn’t care about the end result, only the quality of the idea. I wish I could find the link for who told the story.
As kids, we innovate all the time.  We find the tipping point of the blocks.  We curse when the car we just built won’t run because the wheels don’t touch the ground.  We try to find short cuts in all of our chores.  This is normal, this never accepting the world as we see it.  Maybe it is because we haven’t quite determined how the world really is yet.  However, somewhere along the way, I think many of us become concerned with our success rates and the costs of our failures.  We start to cringe and look for failures.  “How could this be right?  I have peaces left!”  Somewhere along the way we begin to think those left over peaces mean we didn’t follow the directions  and jump to the conclusion the extra peaces are a bad thing.  What if  instead they are just extras to be used for some future project, a bonus?
I love when O invents a random “alien language translator” so he can talk to his “other birth parents.”  He is after all, half alien.  I love when A starts to change music to match our discussion’s topic.  Some of them are humorous even if sung at a very high pitch and decibel.  Even K has found ways to beat a syncopated rhythm with what music she hears.  None of this changes the head pounding noise produced, but that’s my problem.  I want to do as little as possible to rein in these behaviors.  These fits of imagination are our future.  It may not be anything they create, but I’m loathe to do anything to put them in a culture where being wrong has huge social costs.  How much of our life today comes from the imaginations of previous generations?  Tractor beams are no longer star wars born mythology, and the communications devices from Star Trek are now our phones.
To my mind, our willingness to invest time and money trying to solve problems we see rather than just live with them has been the calling card of American culture.  We think of Trump as a successful business man despite the times he filed for bankruptcy.  We think of Dan Snyder, owner of the Redskins, as a success because of the money he made without ever thinking of the time he and his family spent living out of their car while building his business.  Success comes from being willing to be wrong often enough to find great instances of being right.
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With medicine, I think the U.S. medical field has been so successful in part because of an embrace of the scientific method where we test the theory of “this medicine does works better than nothing/alternative therapy.”  We, as a society, invest millions and then spend many more millions trying to prove ourselves wrong.  I’m not saying we do this optimally, but we do it.  The hard part is figuring out where we as patients fit on this model.  Are we willing to accept what we have now as “good enough” to look no further?  MS research has grown by leaps and bounds in recent years, and some are even beginning to challenge the basis of how we answer the basic question of “does it work?”  Do we look at spots on an MRI or patient disability progression and over what time period?  I am of the opinion I want to try the most effective therapy available, even if there is no published data on what taking it will do for or to me over years.  As it stands now I have taken Tysabri for 6 + years, and there doesn’t seem to be a cohort in front of me to tell me what I could expect in years 7 to 10 or even 30.  I guess I’ll find out.
With my kids, all of them have medical issues.  We as a family are constantly trying to find what works and doesn’t with each kid.  Each is a miracle doing far better than any should have expected when they came into our lives.  I hope they never stop trying to live better and grow their knowledge base of what works or doesn’t for them.  Lord knows some of the therapies suggested, imagined and tried have failed, but some have stuck.  I don’t have many doubts one or more of them will grow to surpass all I have imagined for them.   That said, providing them with the building blocks of health and knowledge they will need sometimes feels like a task for Sisyphus.
 
A bit of Greek mythology: Sisyphus was a Greek king who was chained to a boulder and condemned to push it up a hill…every day…only to have it roll back down, forcing him to start over.  It is said in various myths he tricked various beings to take his place including Thanatos whose job it was to bring the dead to the underworld.  I wonder if his real mission wasn’t to push the stone to the top but rather trick some one to take his place.  The story was told to convince listeners of what may happen if they cross Zeus or try to challenge anything in the natural order.  Even kings of man can run afoul of the eternals.  Still, I wonder if perhaps Sisyphus who was thought to be doomed to a torture, never knowing happiness again and only feeling frustration, was able to still find happiness every time he found a way to change the world as he knew it rather than accepting the way it was.  Even if his success was fleeting, he was able to change his world.  Isn’t this all any of us can hope?
Who knows, maybe we too can hope to find joy in the world going round and round?
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Side story from this week for any who doubt why it’s important to be nice to customer service people:
On Mon., I got an email saying the computer I had just bought at Costco was going to be delayed in shipping due to a much higher than anticipated demand.  The estimated ship date was the end of March.
On Wed., I figured I would write and offer to pay the extra for Microsoft office version they were selling, but I offered to pay the $50 I expected to pay away from Costco.  15 min. later I got an email saying that item was sold out too.  I expected as much since it is the same computer.  I wrote back thanking the customer service agent and saying I figured it was worth a quick email as I was now only out 2 quick emails and had gotten good polite customer service.  I said I figured this was a good trade for me.
On Thurs. morning, I open my email to see a notice my computer has shipped, 2 weeks early 🙂
Lesson of the morning/day: Be nice for goodness sake.
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Final PSA:
I really hope this film comes is released:
 http://www.wheniwalk.com/
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