The middle of the month of May and you can practically see things grow here. Mow, mow and more mowing going on. The sound of chainsaws in the neighborhood has been replaced with the racket of riding mowers hitting various items in the tallish grass, ah Spring.
In the last few days the topic of survival came up. Someone, maybe Jim, brought up this book he had just read and asked if I had read it. And that brought up the memory of my two year exploration of books on survival. That was mostly outdoor survival or survival in the military sense with some prison camp thrown in. I pretty much read all there was to read on the topic and one day moved on to something else, a next phase but learn a lot and it proved to be valuable to me in my cancer camino.
Last evening I located this book that I bought at the time of the Chilean Mine Collapse back ten, twelve years ago. I was so impressed by the teamwork and expertise of the parties involved to get all the miners out of there in good shape. We all watched it on TV and it added to my bank of knowledge on the topic.
So, back to the original question recently of whether I had read a particular survival book. I think I answered in some smart ass way that I was too busy writing my own survival story at the moment. Which is one hundred percent truthful. That is exactly the situation. And one of the things that is just becoming apparent is the eerie similarity between my book of the year last year Radical Remission about cancer survival with this book The Survivors Club that I am introducing to you today. The table of contents are sooo similar.
Both books are about survival but in different realms. One side could definitively learn fro the other side like I did accidentally. Well, very nice.
Walking in a few moments. The best to you where you are, love, Felipé.