Christmas Letter 2007
Dear Friends, It is my custom at this time of year to celebrate with my friends by giving them the gift of self—to share with you some of what the last year has brought me. Most of you know the big event of my year, and if I did not let you know when it happened, I am sorry. I did my best under the worst conditions imaginable. This year started out pretty normal. Linda was happy at her new job and doing very well. She was supposed to visit her family in Texas for New Year’s Day, but bad weather postponed the trip until mid-February. For her birthday, I took her to the Boreas Bed and Breakfast in Long Beach, Washington. When she woke on her first day as a forty-six-year-old, she told me she was surprised—that she had never believed she would live to be forty-five, and now that was behind her. In March, I had a major setback in my recovery from my neurological problems. For several weeks I had to use a cane because my left side was so weak I needed help balancing. I als...