From the archives: in search for a bit of courage…

Last night I stumbled upon a postal crate of copies of a magazine Jon and I published locally every month for some four and change years.  As I sat there sifting through the satin pages, there was one story that begged revisiting, the one that statistically affected the least number of people, but one that meant the most to the human in me.  I’ll link to the reprint of it in its entirety shortly, but first, a little background.

This week, more than any other time in the last decade and change, I wished I had faith in some higher power to make things ok for a few people that I care about and who are having a heck of a time now for various reasons.  I spoke to someone who is losing her spouse to cancer, and who at the age most people should be enjoying retirement will have to work 16 hour days to simply stay in the home that she shared with her husband for so many years.  I was hoping to offer help, and was turned down, but instead, I was treated to a most remarkable display of strength and courage and calm.

Then, two days ago, a person I have admired greatly for some years now and was finally lucky enough to meet in person at #RETSO, Jay Thompson, suffered a massive heart attack and yet, this crazy big bear of a man was posting to FB and Twitter from ICU, post surgery, to assuage the fears of his friends.

If I am being honest, I am pretty sure that if anything like this happened to me or my loved one, I would curl up in a fetal position somewhere, unable to move or act, never mind do anything even mildly meaningful.  I can barely see myself finding the strength to survive things happening to other people I know…

Which leads me in this strange, roundabout way to the story of Bob Lynch.  I was one of a few dozen people to interview him years ago at a chance encounter at our local marina.  The resulting story to this day breaks through the melancholy and helplessness I feel when I can’t change something that must be changed.  It’s my own personal bit of inspiration, and the greatest gift I could have asked for from our four-year venture.

Few weeks ago I got an email from Bob asking about my family and letting me know he is still alive and kicking and rowing, and I realized that for as long as he can keep doing what he does, against staggeringly lousy odds, I have no excuse.  Non of us do.  Thank you, Bob, the most courageous man I know, for still being here, and for still touching me like few can.

Here is the story in its entirety:

PS: For any of you who know Jay, there are two Pinterest boards I am aware of that were started to show him love and support here, and one for pinning healthy eats and drinks to here.

We Love Jay Pinterest Board

We Love Jay Thompson Pinterest Board

Feel free to also tweet your well wishes to him using the hashtag #getwelljay

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2 Responses to From the archives: in search for a bit of courage…
  1. Inna Hardison
    April 24, 2012 | 12:43 am

    Coop – you do think far too highly of me:-) So happy that this resonated with you though. XOXO

  2. elizabeth Cooper-golden
    April 22, 2012 | 7:08 pm

    You are an amazing woman Inna, and you have a true gift. So thankful that you share it with us all 🙂

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