Last Sunday as I Lay Dieing in the Hospital.

This cliche points out the paradox in the way men (and women) act when their perspective is changed by extraordinary circumstances: facing the prospects of ones own death.

In ancient times, this perspective was a constant daily reality. For some of us, it is a familiar place, almost like home. For others, being placed in such a traumatic and real life stress is a life changing crisis.

Last Sunday at about this time, I was in a hospital room in the Mission district of Los Angeles, with IV's in my arm, puking the last of my bright yellow fluids from the depths of my being, prepared to die.

It seems that I have developed an allergy that my little brother has lived with for his whole life with many such trips to the emergency ward: an allergy to shellfish. I can only assume this since they never figured out what was wrong at the emergency room, as they did not the last three times in five years that this has happened.

With the report today that Earth's axis has reportedly shifted ten inches as a result of the quake, and Japan's coast is said to have permanently shifted 2.4 meters; this seems like the appropriate time to talk about how to work your own life and beliefs, you real emotions and the real you into your work life, so that there is only one of you, the real you, who loves what they do, who they are, and life in general. This happens with perspective, and it happens when you love what you do.

I got a chance to face meeting my maker after being in the ER for many hours before they moved me to a room, with IV's coming out of me, watching junkies come in all night like a heroin hotel to get their fixes on our nickle: all the while I am dieing, my body turned on itself, them running every heart attack, diabetes, poison, and drug test in the book trying to figure out what was wrong: taking quarts of blood for tests; shivering the whole time; being taken care of people who are used to dealing with a never ending stream of junkies that are having multiple orgasms audibly in the chair next to me the ER as they get their morphine fixes...

Kinda adjusts your perspective doesn't it?!

I do not know where you are from: but I got a chance, once again, to examine my life in retrospect.

Yes! There is a silver lining with all of this, as terrible as it was: this is familiar place for me, more than most, but one I had not been to in a while...

It is good to know how you would face death: it makes you adjust your priorities. It helps you to keep things straight.

One of the things that makes a blog work is the sharing of real information and real emotion. It is real human interaction. We prefer it, typos and all, to all other sources of information.

My perspective is that I have lived life at a break neck pace; accomplished wonderful things, in spite of great adversity; experienced marriage , fatherhood, success, failure, and the depth of every emotion I could stand: I have made peace with my God and I can stay for the fun of it, or go any time; I am comfortable here.

When your work is your play you are happy, productive, reliable, inspired, trustworthy, fearless, outgoing, energetic and worthwhile. Make a living doing what you love: join me!