I could start by telling you I'm descendent of American Pioneers. I can trace my heritage back to Switzerland near Zurich in 1580. In around 1725 6 brothers came to the U.S. to start a new life through England and an English Ship up the river to Philadelphia from the sea. So, my family line has survived everything here in the U.S. all the way through to me. In order to survive all that I guess people had to be pretty tough in a sort of physical and mental way.
By the 1840s my Great Grandfather was born and became a Captain for the Northern Army during the Civil War. One of his sons born in the late 1870s became my grandfather. My father was born in 1916, one of 5 children 3 boys (first born) then two girls. My father was the 2nd oldest in his family. Though he was born in Morenci, Arizona while his father was an electrical contractor wiring up the homes of the mine workers in 1916 there. My grandfather when he was younger traveled the western states doing Electrical Contracting until he bought a home in Lake Forest Park out side of Seattle, Washington in 1927 when my father was 11 years old.
In my own life I was born in Seattle and my father and mother the first 4 years of my life lived in their own place on the 2 1/2 acres of my Grandfather's estate with Apple Trees, Cherry Trees, Raspberries and Boysenberries. I learned by age 2 or 3 to walk out the back door of our place and pick raspberries and boysenberries. They were heaven as long as I didn't get stuck on the prickles of the berry vines and leaves. So, I tried to get very coordinated very fast.
But, I soon got whooping cough because my parents didn't believe in Vaccinations. I learned not to fight the coughing so I didn't die like many then of whooping cough or other diseases. Angels finally rescued me while my grandmother with a Scottish Brogue (born here in the U.S. in Philadelphia but raised from 12 on after their family home burned down in Philadelphia. Then she returned with her new husband as a wife who was also born in the U.S. but his father died and his mother and brother and sister and mother also had to return to Scotland until they grew up. They came back to the U.S. as a married couple likely by 1910 or 1914 around there because my mother, the youngest of 3 girls was born in 1919.
So, you can see "NOT GIVING UP" is part of the motto of both sides of my family.
So, I come by this either "Determined" or Stubborn demeanor on both sides of my family of not giving up on things are are important in life (like your children).
I can remember likely the most determined I have been about anything was I was realizing I might die of a heart virus from Fall of 1998 to May of 1999 when my heart specialist told me he had finally figured out what I had almost died from. It was a heart virus and he said, "You're really lucky Fred because most people die of heart viruses before they are diagnosed."
During this span I remember thinking: "MY youngest daughter is only 2 1/2 years old. I cannot die because I refuse to have her grow up without a father!" So, basically I refused to die when I was 50 years old.
So, every time I was passing out because my heart couldn't oxygenate my body fast enough with a heart virus I refused to die (which is what happens if you panic even once while you are passing out).
Luckily, whooping cough had taught me to relax instead of dying of exhaustion at 2 and Tibetan Lamas in California, Oregon, Nepal and India had taught me how to disconnect from my senses so I didn't die. I just refused to die and so I didn't even though the majority of people not trained like me would have panicked and died at least once in all those times of passing out from Fall of 1998 to May of 1999.
You could say I was reborn like Christians talk about because this is a real thing. I began blogging in June of 1999 to give thanks to God for saving my life. I have continued to do this through my blogs ever since.
I also believe that God helps those that help themselves.
So, if you want to stay alive for your kids first you have to learn not to panic. It's a way of disconnecting from your attachment to being alive in any given moment. It's realizing that you are here on earth and in heaven every moment of your life whether you are alive or you are passed on.
So, if you want to survive from about 40 or 50 onward here is my advice to you:
"DON'T PANIC!"
Because if you do it could be the last thing that happens in your life.
If you learn to not panic and stay reasonable and logical and calm and respectful of God and Life and your own life then there is no reason to panic anyway.
By God's Grace
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