I took up this sport of wrestling as a freshman in high school because there was no boxing handy. Bullies abounded back then and roamed freely. It was a way to turn the tide on them that was important to me. And I spent three years doing that til I discovered girls.

Our son Wiley wrestled for thirteen years, all through the various levels up through high school. He knows more about it than I ever will but I learned a lot by watching him. The basic object of the sport is to control the opponent. Making the opponent extremely uncomfortable in the process is common but hurting him or her is never allowed. That is important to understand.

What is important today for us is that there are notions and techniques that are valuable that I find myself using in my daily bouts with my cancer for one and with my own personal nightmares. I don’t quite know if I can articulate these at the moment but never the less they exist. And perhaps I won’t worry about explanations but will just table that for now and tackle that when I have more energy.

I am walking in a few moments. Not raining yet although it is supposed to at some point soon. Thanks for coming along today.

A new day loves, Felipé.