Today marks 100 years since the R.M.S. Titanic sank in the North Atlantic, taking over fifteen hundred people to a watery—and icy—grave.
I’ve found there’s two kinds of people when it comes to Titanic. Those who are fascinated by the great ship, and those who aren’t.
Count me in the fascinated camp.
For me, Titanic’s story is this grand Shakespearean tragedy that actually happened. Yet, it’s more than that; the story itself is so very multi-faceted. Continue reading “Why the Titanic Still Matters”
April 13, 2011, I had back surgery. I don’t remember much about that day, other than how terrified I was going into the surgery and how good the drugs they give you for surgery really work.
I can’t believe it’s been a year.
My back first went out in April, 1999. For twelve years, I fought a severe pain. For long stretches of time during those twelve years, I had to use a cane to walk. Sometimes my left leg would just stop working.
And I’ve been pain free for a year.
2011 will not go down in my personal history as one of the better years of my life. But it was, perhaps, one of the most profound because that was the year I got my life back.
I wish I had something profound to write to mark this occasion. Alas, I don’t. As the world commemorates the 100th anniversary of the Titanic disaster, I just realized that I have my own commemoration to mark.
They say after back surgery your back has no strength at all, and gains one percent of its strength back every week after surgery. I’ve just barely crossed the halfway point. I’m stronger than I can ever remember being before. Next year, I can’t even imagine how strong I could be.
Thank God for simple miracles like a good back surgeon.