I’m Walking the Dog Honey!
Another Story From the Mountain — Accepting Death
It was 2014 and he had heartburn, which was getting worse. Waking him at night, the stomach acid in his throat burned. The next day he decided to go see his doctor for some medicine.
In good shape physically and mentally, he rarely ever got sick. He was 58 years old, living a good life in a small town on the north coast of Long Island. Small towns had always attracted him because he was so outgoing and enjoyed getting to know everyone by name. That he could go to the local corner store, know the person behind the counter, and be greeted by name was important to him.
His business had taken off, doing better than he had hoped. It was a simple business. He had always done well enough working for others but he wasn’t driven by it. He had called me a few times because I had started several businesses over the years, and he had wanted his own business and to work for himself. He was out of ideas. My suggestion to him was to ask himself what he enjoyed. When he had a list of things he enjoyed, then what could he do that incorporated one or more of those things on his list.
His decision had come down to the one real love in his life … dogs. If there was a person one could call “the dog whisperer” that would be him. He was never schooled in training dogs. He just had this deep…
