"Life is either daring adventure or nothing." -- Helen Keller
To say that this week has been extraordinary doesn’t begin to describe it. Last Saturday, I nearly died/became a quadriplegic. Then, I attended an indie film seminar. Then, I posted an opinion that created a minor sh*tstorm that probably sounded worse than it really was, being that I’m a person that seeks diplomatic solutions whenever possible.
This got me thinking about how I should be setting an example of how cooperation pays in the long run, which I attempted to do in this post.
You have to read that particular post to understand that I had an actual epiphany. I realized I can be a film producer. I have all the skills right now. It’s just a matter of learning the ropes and getting my hands on the material. Or writing it myself, of course. 
This also got me to thinking that if I’d never had the stroke and developed dystonia, I might never have organized a fundraiser. Which means I might never have known my own capabilities.
So, maybe good things came out of my bad situation. And everything that’s happened — being a fiction writer, having a stroke, organizing a fundraiser, self-publishing — everything in my life was meant to lead up to this point. Or not. 
And, in the spirit of good blogging, here are some items of possible interest.
Europe is scrambling to pay the bills.
The Internet doesn’t have all the answers.
Mother Earth can really be a b*tch.
This film review had me at the first line: “A lot of people had it worse than I did.”
Here are two things I found on the Internet that involve people I know from a local freelancers group.
One is a theatrical production in New York City. Here’s the trailer.
The other is an interview with Dr. Sein Win, Prime Minister in Exile of Burma.
Sometimes I take the amazing people who live right in my own proverbial backyard for granted.
People who aren’t big celebrities are often taken for granted. Like this awesome woman, a NASA astronaut who died of cancer.
PS: Thanks, Helen Keller. Again.
PPS: “It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.” — John Steinbeck
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