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Importance of Being Healthy

When that cool, sparklingly white “medical picture” grabs your eye, you probably think I‘m going to muse over the health situation in my county. No, because everybody can see it, but another question is that a few of us can truly realize it. Health institution in my country looks like a huge business combination of smaller conglomerate organizations with its tycoons and employees.  It has its fatal medical errors made for the sake of money (here comes the moment to invite you to watch one of my favorite movies – „Awake“ ) and those Dr. House-like TV serials which motivate people by drawing an imaginative picture of how responsible and dedicated physicians should be in fact. So, on psychological basis, the abovementioned  “medical picture” creates in our imaginations an apparently delusive idea of so-called „perfect  medicine“.  There is no need for you to clearly understand what the medical situation in Bulgaria is, wheather it is perfectly good or not, but it is utterly essential to have realized how much the importance of being healthy means.

Yet well-known mysterious „summer virus“ which causes symptos of extremely high temperature, headache and dizziness gave its influence on me some days ago.  It was an awful experience not only because I was deprived of my every-day street fitness training and jogging, but also because I had already taken a lot of drugs and undergone something even more dangerous that I‘m going to tell you in the second paragraph.  I often dream about one of my favorite cars – Chevrolet Camaro or about luxurious vacation in Caribbean Islands, good college experience or excellent education.  At that very moment, however, I didn’t dream about such superficial things because nothing was more important to me than being happy and healthy.” Could I drive my fancy Chevrolet Cabrio if I was not in a good healthy condition?” or “Could I fully enjoy the crystal-blue waves of Caribbean Sea and the amazing huge palms of Caribbean beaches?”. “What could I feel of life if I was stuck in a wheel-chair till the end of it or what if I was deadly ill?”. These were the same questions I asked myself in that very moment because the essence of health is what let us be successful, happy, funny, dreamy, even angry or frustrated. It is what makes us alive, actually.

I had problems with my right toe for more than a year.  My nail started to grow sidewards sticking into the flesh and causing me a great sharp pain every time it touches something.  I overlooked this situation of mine and  ignored all the dangers I could have been exposed to later.  I took up a potassium permanaganate treatment which was followed by a frequent procedure of bandages of ichthyol and revanol. I whole-heartedly BELIEVED my toe would soon be fine, but it didn‘t work.  Yet,  I had much time to believe and believe,  and … believe.

I lot of time and pain passed away until I got disappointed to find out that it is not only the magic of belief as far as health concerns , but the combination of both – belief and medical help. Perhaps,  I am wrong – it might have just happened to me not trully to believe in that magical cure called belief.  Here comes the moment, however, to say that I strongly support the supernatural idea of the power of attraction which scientists are working on to prove its subconscious effects on human mind – the more positive we think and believe ,  the greater influence its power of attraction has on us … and vice versa.

This is not the clue, however, because my nail was urgently cut sideway and the swollen flash – surgically removed.  Although I theoretically knew lot aspects of neurology,  I had never before been under anaesthesia and I had no explanation of how could just a simple injection be so powerful to “freeze” all receptor cells in a local area so that a person cannot even feel the touch of the surgeon.  Yes, I didn’t believe because I had no experience of any previous operation,  but then the right moment suddenly came – three about-5-centimeters-long injections were stuck into the injured local area –that was the only pain of the whole operation.  It wasn‘t actually so frightening because the doctor was a real guy.

Before that medical intervention, however, I really believed that the pain would fade away,  but I took no action to prevent any further medical complications.  There is a big difference, you know, between what we believe and what we want to believe.  I believed my infection wouldn‘t recover without a medical intervention, but I wanted to believe it soon be magically cured.

No matter what I believed in or what I wanted to believe in … it is important that I believed, hoped and took a moral. It is essential that I‘m healthy now.

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August 23, 2011 Posted by | Experiences/Moral, Psychology and Science | Leave a comment

“Goodness is the only investment that never fails”

When I was smaller I spent a lot of time, especially during the long summer holiday, staying in my village and living with all those moments that have shaped me free, that have made me love the calm atmosphere and the specific harmony that the village devoted to its peasants. It was a great time, time that I will always remember and that would probably never come again, just like people can never enter the beautiful dream they had last night. It was a peaceful state of bliss, but we change and so do people, animals, places around us…

George Eliot : “What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult for each other.”

… So, I begin my story with the quote of one of the most valuable English novelists in 19th century – George Eliot.

It was a hot summer day and all the members of my family had decided to get together and had lunch under the big sunshade in our comprehensive colorful garden. Of course, I couldn’t bear sitting on the chair all the time, so I decided to go out and take a walk with one of my friends. We got a ball and headed for a place resembling a stadium – a bushy, grass-overgrown place which children from the village played football and, even consciously unrealizing, they enjoyed the beautiful years they were trapped in at that age.

After some time when our desire for playing football was broken because of the beaming sunrays, we took the road back to our homes. While we were walking, I heard a loud woman voice, coming upward a ditch and we rushed to the place to see what was happening. We saw an old white-haired woman, about 80, who were screaming for help because one of her hens was fallen in a deep ditch and couldn’t get out. The poor hen was striving to jump, but the ditch was too deep to be jumped over because of the dense mud and sticky ooze from which were growing long bulging ferns. The old women sincerely asked me to help her and I couldn’t say anything but “Okay”; I consciously became aware of my duty- to help.  I got into the ditch which was about one meter deep and it looked as if it wasn’t a big problem to solve. I did think of nothing, but to help this old woman; I got down and stretched my hand to catch the hen, but it was moving really fast, it was jumping and crowing, so I realized that it was a hard task. One of my next attempts was accompanied with a raucous plopping into the water-ooze ditch. I was a small child; I remember, small enough to start crying like a baby. It was an unpleasant experience because I was all in mud, from head to toes. We went on our way to home and when I turned back to see the women – it was happy and smiling. There is nothing, I felt, happier than to make an old person happy, a person with deep and rich experience.

When I reached it I felt somewhat relieved, but my relief was interrupted again by the deafening laugh of my relatives …

There is nothing better to help people in need; there is nothing satisfying than to feel a real hero just for a moment.

I have recently read one of Yordan Yovkov’s greatest novels “Seraphim” – and I just felt like the main hero…

January 26, 2011 Posted by | Experiences/Moral | Leave a comment

A bottle of water or what ?

Oscar Wild (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900), a world-famous Irish writer and poet, has said that: Experience is one thing you can’t get for nothing.

Experience is the “formula” which shapes and energizes my life-oriented behaviour. It is what makes people better by nature, living in not so better “by nature” a world; it is what has helped me become wise enough to appreciate it and what has prompted me not to repeat any mistakes in life.

In Oscar Wild’s short quotation is hidden not only a lot of sense, but a great experience as well. So, in my opinion, experience can have negative effect on people only if they are unable to get it for anything, or said in other words – if they are able to get it for nothing.

In this connection I will tell you one of the funniest moments I have experienced in my life. Unfortunately, I feel lack of creating a fully illustrated picture because I was a really small child and some of my memories have just gone away, but it’s a life-changing one, so it worths mentioning:

My family and I were on a visit to my grandparents’ house for a dinner. We were all gathered  together and it was time for the usual Saturday dinner. There was a noise of loud music, I remember, and they were all speaking, screaming and laughing at some topics that were yet stupid to me. To the best of my memory I was playing with a big “complicated” constructor and suddenly I felt the need to drink water because I felt as thirsty as an Arabian camel in the middle of a long trip through the Sahara. I scampered off immediately to the fridge where my grandmother usually kept the bottles of freshly cool water, and saw a 500 ml. bottle of mineral water in front of me…  Then, however, in a definite period of time the funny atmosphere in the sitting room was abruptly  interrupted by my voice of crying. My mother immediately rushed to the kitchen to see what was wrong with me and … unexpectedly… she saw that her little boy had drunk one third of the bottle full of freshly cool home-prepared brandy. I was crying because I felt as if my mouth was burning and I was just a small child who has never experienced before  such a bitter feeling in his life. It was a really comical  situation in terms of the others, but not so funny to me due to the fact I had taken the brandy for a real mineral water… funny, yeah?

Although it was a quite funny experience, I think that it has changed me in some way or another. I have never liked drinking alcohol in contrast to some of my friends who always drink at parties or often feel the need to get drunk as a lord at personal meetings …anyway. I have never felt that thirst and less – the thirst to smoke cigarettes – they can cause a severe health disturbance…

I am happy that I tried to experience the bad effect of the ethyl still at young age and proud of having grown wise enough to take care of my own health.

November 6, 2010 Posted by | Experiences/Moral | Leave a comment

Innocent Shopbreaking

One of my favourite quotes belongs to the American motivational speaker and best-selling author – Denis Waitley: “Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”
There are some vivid moments in my life which are always commit to remember when I read this quote, which make me smile as soon as I remember them. These moments have the power to control my feelings, to “send for” the happiness when the dark side of the world is falling on me; they energize my emotions and send me back to the years of youth.

One such storey I will never forget belongs to the group of the vivid experience which is still lingering in my mind:

I was a small child and the story essence took place in my village – a small elegantly settled village near Dimitrovgrad. It was a hot summer afternoon when the disastrous rays of the sun were starting to faint and to lose its influence on sweltering people on the streets. It was about 8 p.m and it was time for the usual every-day hide-and-seek game that was an unalterable part of the children daily round. I was 8. As soon as the sun lost its powerful effect on us we got together in the middle of a big green lawn near my house and started to divide ourselves into separate teams. As it happened the game started…

The chaser was counting on a flight of stairs which separated a big shop-window from the pavement and a small tiny street in front of the shop. I knew a girl who could run really fast and nobody was able to leave her behind him. After some games which was filled with laugh and a lot of fun it was turn of the culmination game set. The girl I have just mentioned was the chaser. She started to count and it was time we all to find some unusual, but appropriate place to hide. After some time she stopped counting and started to walk around like a fox searching for its pray in order to see some of her scapegoats. Many of my friends tried to be in free, but nobody could get over the fast-running legs of this girls. I stayed quietly alone under a cross-parked car alongside the lawn and started searching for a way to get myself to the big shop-window. It caused a stir in my heart when we turned face to face and I saw her eyes which gave me a look of a brave runner. We rushed toward the flight of stairs in order one of us to get there first. We were running as hard as we can, but I realize that I had some kind of advantage to her, so this fact stimulated me more to get first to the place. I was running so fast that I couldn’t stop my legs and… …… …  I found myself into the shop.

I had first, but I had broken the shop-window and flew over straight into the shop. I got really frightened because that was my uncle’s shop and I didn’t know what his reaction would be… I couldn’t believe that I broke the window, but thanks to my luck I was unhurt. When I found myself into the shop I started crying, but as soon as I was aware of being unhurt I burst into laughter. However, my laughter didn’t last long until I got my punishment – a weak without a bike (it looked to me like a day without water)… it was alright.

…I think that the world will be better if each one of us have similar stories to share, if each one of us recall them more often than the negative ones, if each one of us tries to capture them forever…

November 1, 2010 Posted by | Experiences/Moral | 1 Comment