There is no doubt my spirit would be wounded, if something would happen to my love of my entire life. I have spent my teen years, and all of my adult life with this ONE woman: My wife. She DEFINES what spirit is, and if something were to happen, she would not want me left with a wounded spirit, and this in itself, heals the spirit in advance (slightly).
I am going to post what I have posted before for those that havent seen it before (the new members, since we have a lot here lately--and this deserves a---->
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The first one (posted in the COL):
“My self esteem was embarrassed by my parents”
During my childhood my mother words reached in and pulled out the heart and soul behind my self-esteem and self-image and stomped it; I began adulthood with a broken spirit and a ball and chain that tarnished my self esteem:
I came into this world with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and my face blue from lack of oxygen; I was an innocent newborn child dependent upon the outside world for my survival. I had no choice in whom my parents happened to be. I had no control on the type of environment I was brought. I had no choice but to absorb the feedback from my parents, other people, and my environment.
I was innocent and untainted. But, my upbringing tainted the untainted soul.
From the most distant memory of 5 to the age of 18, I was mentally and physically abused as a child. None of these memories have faded with time.
The concept of believing in myself “was” totally foreign to me as a child and including my teen years. My mother destroyed me; she shriveled me up like a prune; shrunk me down to a tiny ant that could be mentally killed with a quick flick of a few words; “My self esteem was embarrassed by my parents”.
Believe me when I tell you, I know much pain in my life and I turned it around. My childhood explains WHY I am the way I am. My mother took the zest for life out of me, and I had to find it. I felt worthless and ashamed of myself at 18 entering a world that would eat you alive while gnashing its teeth laughing.
I set out to put the spirit DEEP INSIDE my children. In life I try to stir it to those willing to recognize they have it, because it WAS INDEED taken from me when I was young by my mother. BUT...........I, and I only....put it back inside.
And, so can anyone else. This childhood MOTIVATES ME to prove it WRONG!
And, has all of my life.
And, the second one, I have posted this before:
"When the night comes, I will pick up the pieces."
This statement is imbedded in my heart every day. The reason I began my quest for health and fitness is a long story, but it begins with a warning from my body and ends with the love for my wife.
About 5 years ago, my wife was diagnosed with Lupus, and also has a bone condition called: Fiber Dysplasia of the front left facial bone (has had this all her life), she can carry an extra 15 pounds of water in her legs, get skin rashes, swelling of various tissues, bone pain, muscle aches and pains, severe migraines, severe sweating, to name only a few.
She has had several operations on her face where they literally shaved her front cheek bone and sinus area that continually gets blocked from the bone growth. She had one about 6 months ago, and this one was rather serious and needed to be done or she faced certain death due to the placement of the bone growth. (brief synopsis)
She never complains, and is not ashamed of herself, always puts herself last and her family first. She is always persistent: She is my idol.
Doctors say she won’t live past the age of 60. I say she will because of her heart. Whatever happens, when the night comes, I will pick up the pieces.
If you ever wondered what drives me, it’s my wife. I keep myself physically conditioned to be able one day to: cloth her, bath her, feed her, and put her to bed. I love her: She is my idol. When the night comes, I will pick up the pieces.
I must be prepared so I must keep my aging body fit for the task and not let her down or myself down.
What she lacks in beauty she makes up with her heart and soul: I love her.
I have cried and I have bled in the gym. I know the journey.
However, there is nothing I can’t bare when I look at her, that she hasn’t felt.
She is the one that boils in my heart of desire. I would do anything for her.
This one of the reasons I am who I am and act the way I do.
I know I can make her life as happy with her medical condition, and want to set out to do similar things for other people. I know it can be done because I see it every day.
I see everyday what having a determined heart and soul can do to a person.
With all of her medical problems, the fire burns within. She leaves no doubt that we have it in all of us to spark the fire and overcome anything in our path of life. So I Chill mentally in this respect, thus my screen name.
She is proof that it "can be" all in the head.
She is an inspiring person to live with.
And, I leave you with:
MOTTO CRY!
No surrender!
You are an "internal team". Never wave the surrender flag "within".
Winners in our world have learned to bring out the best functions of their personal internal team, and make them work in unison with spirit and passion.
Study persons whom had physically and mentally less but accomplish more to a greater "extent" than those with more.
Much to learn. Much to educate. Much to relax and open the brain with.
Leave your view of the world "untainted" to errant ways of the self and be aware of them, to open a brand new world of self awareness.
Take your young passion and make this happen.
Remember a "wounded spirit" is far worse than a "temporaily wounded body"
There IS no greater injury than a wounded spirit.
"Feel" the rythem of the spirit inside. It cannot be measured. Let them think you are a quack with enthusiasm for life, mental health, and physical improvement, while assisting others to find theirs. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH OF IT IN THIS WORLD OF OURS!
A spirit is not made of glass. It is made of material that cannot be made by mankind but can be built in your mind.
With spirit, there IS no surrender.
From my heart to yours,
Chillen