Happy Thanksgiving to everyone following “Paul’s Heart.” I am thankful for so many things in my life, and this blog is something I am not only proud of for the number of people I have reached, but am so thankful for all the support that has ever been offered.
This officially begins one of the busiest, expensive, stressful, and memorable times of the year. For some, it is one of the most difficult times of the year to endure. Many families are struggling financially or have suffered personal loss, and for some, this may be the first year that they are going through this holiday season under those conditions.
Others may be in situations that just seem outright sad, going through holiday struggles year after year. “Paul’s Heart” had its origin twenty-six years ago when I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I have not had a “typical” Winter holiday season since, ever. There has always been some sort of crisis, tragedy, or struggle to endure. But that is what I do, I get through it. I have to. I have two beautiful little girls who depend on me, and enjoy the holidays. They do not know why I have such difficulties with the holiday season.
I am not alone. Many of my friends here are in a similar situation as me. They are away from family and celebrating Thanksgiving with friends. And no matter what the meal will consist of today, we will all make the most of our holiday today, and we are thankful for that.
There are actually meaningful football games to day, unlike years past, where a team just shows up to play on Thanksgiving. At least four teams playing have playoff implications. I know where my eyes will be glued tonight.
GO SEAHAWKS!!!!
And then, in the wee hours of the morning, another new Thanksgiving weekend experience for me.
I will be on an early morning flight to be reunited with my daughters. This will be our second Thanksgiving since the divorce was filed, but this is the first one that I have been away from them so long. My mother has made this trip possible for me, and for that I am very thankful.
As we approach the Winter holidays, all I want is for my daughters to know how much I love them, how much I miss them. And just as my past visits with them, that is all they will be told. I am keeping everything about the divorce from our conversations. I know this is not easy for them. And it would be even worse for them, if they knew how one parent treated the other. The children love both of us and this season is going to be critical to the children if that love is to survive. And just like every other holiday season, I do plan to get through it, and hope the next year will finally be the time I get to say “Happy Thanksgiving” without following the phrase with “but…”
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Girls, Daddy cannot wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.
It has been a year now since I made the humane decision to say goodbye to my best friend Pollo. It had been a decision that I dreaded for nearly three years as his health began its slow decline. But I had promised my friend that I would never let him suffer.
I bought Pollo as a puppy from a store called “Pets Plus.”
The pet store had done its job well. The store was clean. The puppies in their little windows all looked cute and not overly playful. I had it in my mind that I wanted to purchase a Golden Retriever. And there was this little fourteen pound bundle of fur. He was coming with AKC papers so that if I decided to breed him or show him, I would be able to prove his being a pure bred Golden Retriever. Of course I bought all the necessary supplies, large dog cage, food, toys, and a sign that the store insisted I had to buy and said, “Beware Of Dog.”
I expect anyone who is an animal lover is probably screaming at their laptop or Ipad right now, “YOU DON’T BUY DOGS OR CATS FROM PET STORES!!! THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER WAYS TO GET A PET!!!”. What I uncovered just months after Pollo’s purchase, taught me one of the most valuable lessons when it comes to pets, NEVER, NEVER buy a pet from a pet store.
Goldens are a natural water dog, and Pollo was no exception. I had taken Pollo to a family members inground swimming pool, and he had a blast. On our way back home, Pollo was sitting next to me in the front seat, looked up at me, and let out a whimper of distress that I had never heard in my life before, and collapsed. I pulled the car over, and immediately looked at him to see what was happening. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, and his tongue was fading into a whitish color, and he was not breathing.
I raced to the first vet hospital that I could find, and carried his lifeless body inside. I could not believe this was happening. I was told to wait outside of the exam room in the waiting room. About a half an hour later, the exam room door opened, and out came Pollo, tail wagging, huge smile on his face, prancing on over to me as if nothing had happened. While I was happy to see my young friend recover, I was also confused.
The vet had explained to me that it was quite possible that it had been some sort of cardiac episode. That if it would happen again, she was going to recommend putting a heart monitor on him to see if they could determine what was causing the problem.
Being an animal caretaker myself, as well as a detail-oriented patient myself, I knew that the more information that was available, the easier it would be to find a cause of this episode. My lesson began.
I went back to Pets Plus for one thing. I had not received Pollo’s AKC paperwork yet, which would have had the names of his parents on it. It was simple, I wanted to find the health records of the sire and bitch (dad and mom) of Pollo to see if there was any kind of health history. Long story short, the pet store fought me on this, objecting, saying that they would not do so. At that point, they handed me the AKC paperwork also. But the paperwork had glaring omissions and errors. I now realized something was seriously going on with this poor puppy, and the pet store was hiding whatever it was.
There is a line in Stephen King’s movie “Storm Of The Century” where the lead character and villain repeats the same line, explaining to everyone his simple request, “Give me what I want, and I will go away.” That best describes my personality. I was not being unreasonable up until that point. I was just looking for information as to the health background of my little fur friend Pollo. It would not have cost one penny to give me this information. Instead, what I discovered, only raised my ire and brought on a new cause for me.
Pollo was purchased from Pets Plus pet store. Pollo was purchased from a puppy mill in Lancaster county Pennsylvania. Pets Plus denies this adamantly, as most all pet stores who sell puppies will deny, but they are doing so with a technicality. Most pet stores buy their puppies from a broker who drives to the various puppy mills where the broker buys the puppies. Bottom line, most puppies sold from pet stores come from puppy mills. Eventually, I would unleash the USDA, the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture, and many more agencies on this pet store chain, as well as the Stoltzfus family where Pollo came from. Eventually, as I decided to pursue legal options against Pets Plus, an unusual invitation came to me from Warner Brothers Studios in Manhattan. It was an offer from the “People’s Court” to appear and have my case settled in front of Judge Marilyn Millian. I was actually shocked that the pet store would agree to appearing on television with all of the evidence I had against them, but the did. And so, Pollo and I travelled to Manhattan, by Warner’s request for his attendance, and I won my case against Pets Plus. You can see the summary of the case at the following link:
I have a videotape of the episode, but nothing digital was available to place in this blog (sorry).
But while the story occurs to have a sad origin, and clearly I will never condone buying any pet from a pet store, I have learned that there are so many other pets in need of homes. For those that want “pure bred” pets, even they are available through animal shelters and other breed specific rescue organizations. And they all need homes. I bring this up, because the holidays are right around the corner. There are plenty of animals that need homes without continuing the practice of overbreeding worn out mothers who are eventually just thrown away when they can have no more litters. Many pets bought from pet stores end up being abandoned during the holiday season, often to end up in shelters, and unless adopted, end up with a worse fate than their origins.
But for being a “puppy mill” dog, and I consider him having been rescued, he gave me nearly one third of my life with memories and loyalty. I allowed Pollo to simply be my friend. I did not “show” or breed him as I would have had he been a AKC registered dog. I did not compete with him in agility competitions as many goldens are known for their intelligence. I just let him be “him.” And he was happy, always happy. And that is exactly how I will always remember him. I gave him nearly fifteen years, (unheard of for a golden retriever), but the life he gave me can never be put into words.
Pollo, I hope you are having a great time up in heaven. I know you will be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I will see you there.
I want to offer a bit of a disclaimer with this post, because the title makes it look like this is going to be a super negative and depressing post. Quite the contrary, it is going to be a post that is truly inspirational. So please, read this post for what it is truly meant to represent… determination, hope, perseverance, survival.
I am a musician by nature, and most of my internal strength I draw comes from every note that I sing, every tune that I hear, every beat that I feel. I listen to most kinds of music depending on the kind of mood I am in, or the mood I need to be put in.
When it comes to inspirational songs, many find strength through church hymns, and there are plenty. Contemporary songs have such inspirational lyrics by the likes of Josh Groban, Bette Middler, and the late Whitney Houston. But for me, no song sums up my life, no song lifts me up higher, than a song that never really got any kind of airplay, and was pretty much hidden in the Karate Kid 2 soundtrack. But being a true fan of music, I listen to a lot of music that does not make mainstream radio.
I came across this song ironically, during the days when I was diagnosed with cancer. But nearly 25 years later, I still find myself facing struggle after struggle, never giving up. And while I do have loved ones close to me who stand by me, and friends who support me, ultimately, it still falls upon me, to get through my trials. It is a beautiful and powerful song written and recorded by the late Jimi Jamison of Survivor, and recorded by the band of the same name. It is called “A Man Against The World.” You can listen to the song, and view the powerful video at this link:
The music is beautiful. The words… well… read on, and you be the judge if it sums me up and you will see, why I will never give up. It is not in me.
“A Man Against The World”
Survivor
“Have you ever walked alone at night like a man against the world. No one takes your side, a boat against the tide.”
A small child, I was an easy target of bullies. Not just one-on-one, but more often than not, gangs of bullies. People who I thought were friends, stood by and only watched the daily beatings I took. My days in school were not spent learning, but studying how to evade those waiting in ambush for me on school property, and beyond, on my way home. No father around to teach me to defend myself. My family telling me to turn the other cheek or worse, calling the school to report the incidents which I soon learned to no longer speak of them. And of course, school officials telling me to “start standing up for myself.”
“When your faith is shaken you start to break, and you heart can’t find the words, tossed upon the sand I give you a man against the world.”
The first Edelman to graduate from high school, I enrolled in a local college. While studying, I held a full time job and a part time job. A management opportunity was offered to me, leading to me withdrawing from college with less than a semester to go. But it was a career move that was expected to set me up for life. It did not.
“All the people cheer ’til the end is near and the hero takes a fall. Then they’ll drag you through the mud, you’re only flesh and blood.”
I would now officially begin my life simply surviving working in the “working world” with college no longer a consideration. But my work skills instead of being seen as a benefit by my employers, were seen as threats by my co-workers. There were never intentions of replacing anyone’s position by me, but my work ethics were always seen as “getting in their way” or “showing them up.” My reputation became more about my “inability to get along with others.”
“I have walked the path from dark to light and they’ve yet to come to terms. Alone I take my stand, I’m only a man against the world.”
And just when I finally seem to get my world to be what everyone else wants it to be, and all should be good and perfect, I am diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, cancer.
“And love, like a distant reminder it tugs at my shoulder, it calls me home. I shout, can a single voice carry, will I find sanctuary within your arms?”
Following a failed marriage, based on false hopes of a family, I move on to another relationship. Get married. Adopt two beautiful girls. Again, life going great, and another major health issue strikes. Only now it appears far worse news, because it became apparent that the treatments used to save my life, now almost resulted in costing me my life, and from that point on, would discover many other health challenges that I would face.
“Someday when the answer’s clearer, someday when I even the score. You’ll reach and you’ll find me near you, right beside you, forevermore.”
I would much rather forget the last twelve months. Having filed for my second divorce. Having to put my best fur friend Pollo to sleep, after his fourteen years of a healthy and fun life, left him unable to see, hear, and smell, most importantly the loss of his never-ending wagging tail. The loss of a close friend from the same cancer that I had, coincidently at the same age as I was when I dealt with it. The loss of my father after battling lung cancer as defiantly as he possibly could. The loss of my job after 17 years due to corporate downsizing and complications of my health. And because of the violent reactions of certain family members through my marriage, I relocated a great distance away from my daughters, just so that they would not be a witness to the aggression and harassment from those family members towards their father.
“But for now I’ll walk the night alone like a man against the world. A brand new day will shine through the avalanche of time.”
Now in the process of my second divorce, facing all kinds of consequences as a result of domestic court, still searching for employment, and most importantly, anticipating the next time I will ever see my daughters if these situations are not resolved, I am still fighting. I am not giving up.
“Now the road’s grown long, but the spirit’s strong, and the fire within still burns. Alone I take my stand, I give you a man against the world.”
I have the strongest support of my friends both far and near, in physical presence or on-line. I have the love of my family, and my daughters to give me strength. And I have the love of one of the strongest women I will ever know to keep pushing me forward, looking forward to the day that this will all be behind me.
I am typing this, because I truly believe that day will finally come. If I did not believe that, I would have given up a long time ago. Some may see me as an “angry” person. Though really, could you blame me given everything I have been through (there is actually a lot more than I have written, but what I did write is bad enough by itself)? But I have never given up. I fight not because I like to, but because I have to. When I have finally dealt with everything, and corrected everything, and the way that does not sacrifice who I am, those who have stood by me, and most importantly, my daughters will know that I stood tall and survived.
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