Lessons Learned on the Journey

Entries in the Purity category

Consequences

Recently, after finishing a great dinner, I felt delightfully refreshed and comfortable. Then came dessert. I chose chocolate mousse pie. The result - a bloated and miserable feeling, knowing that I…

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Waiting Well

A physician waiting more than two hours in a doctor's waiting room - poetic justice, some would say. For me, the result was annoyance followed by agitation and then anger. I am not inclined to…

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Would you walk with me?

Walkers are filling parks and roadsides, especially as the weather cools. Today, the medical community strongly endorses walking for good health. In fact, reports from the US Department of Health and…

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Is restraint a good thing?

Overeating. I know the "I wish I hadn't done that" feeling that accompanies the too-full sensation after a buffet dinner. Where did my resolve go? …

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Purity

Impure water is a major health hazard for many developing countries. Providing pure water supplies is a priority for most relief organizations. Personally, as I travel around the world, I take…

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Toxic Ingestion

"What did they take? How much did they take? When did they take it? Have they vomited?" Many parents with a child who had ingested a possible poison -- some …

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My Wayward Heart

Corrupt behavior of corporate CEO's or the despicable actions of serial killers make me cringe on one level or another. Yet why am I surprised? Could it be I have forgotten the condition of the…

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Identity

My sister became a Penn State University fan as a result of her graduate studies there. She would invite me to watch Penn State football games - Penn State cheers filling the air and Nittany Lion…

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Consequences

Recently, after finishing a great dinner, I felt delightfully refreshed and comfortable. Then came dessert. I chose chocolate mousse pie. The result - a bloated and miserable feeling, knowing that I…

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Report Cards

I remember handing my report card to my parents when I was young. Sometimes it felt good; sometimes it didn't. Recently while reading my daughter's school progress report, I was reminded of…

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