Dehydrated or Drunk

This evening my husband and I set for our evening walk on the bike path that goes past our house. We waved at a few neighbors and slowly continued walking down the path. It was later in the evening around 7:30PM, with lots of daylight and seventy-eight-degree- and- cloudy weather with 87% humidity. It was fairly pleasant weather and more agreeable with the occasional breeze. A teenage bicyclist rode towards us and alerted us, “There is a man down the bike path who is lying down there. He can speak, but he has fallen down and could be drunk”.

“Did he need help? Do you think we need to call 9-1-1?” I asked.

The bicyclist said that he looked OK, but he was lying down on the ground.

We started walking faster towards the man. By the time we got there, the man had slowly pulled himself to a sitting position with his legs stretched in front of him. He was bleeding from his chin. There were two other ladies who were walking their dogs. One of them mouthed to me, asking if the man was drunk. We got closer.

I looked at the man. He looked like he was in his mid seventies. His face was ashen white.

“Are you OK?” I asked him.

He said he was.

One of the ladies offered him a Kleenex because he had bled and cut his chin.

I am glad I always carry my cell phone. So I asked the gentleman if I needed to call 9-1-1 and he declined. My next few questions were series of open-ended questions to check if he was coherent.

The victim, whose name was Bob (pseudonym), took a little time to answer my questions, but was able to process information. He lived on a street parallel to mine. I asked him if there was anyone at home and if he could tell us his phone number. He could, and I made the phone call. We walk everyday on this bike path but my husband had to run down the path to check the name of the closest cross street.

Bob’s wife Dee (pseudonym) answered and said she would drive over to get her husband. While we were waiting for Dee, still seated on the cemented surface, Bob was starting to lose his sitting balance. My training as a physical therapist came in handy today. I sat behind Bob and steadied his back. I kept talking to him to make sure he did not pass out. I asked him if he liked to walk and he said, “yes”. One of the dogs came closer to Bob and the lady who had mouthed him as drunkard, by now had gotten softer and let him pet her dog. In a few minutes, Dee arrived in her car. My husband, Dee, and I steadied Bob on his feet. I held on to Bob’s belt as I kept giving him directions on how to get safely in the car. The bystanders had left.

Dee was grateful. She said to me that Bob has Multiple Sclerosis. I reminded Bob to drink plenty of water this summer. Bob had a smile on his face.

Bob was dressed in heavy trousers, winter socks and a full-sleeved shirt. He was possibly dehydrated, got lightheaded and had lost his balance on the bike path. People mistook him for being drunk. I am glad we were able to help him.

Dehydration is a very common condition and can be easily prevented, by drinking water.

Opinions vary on exactly how much water one should drink and more information is available here.

Chicle/ Chewing gum

Today after dinner, my husband said that his friend at work, Rick, got him some “original” chewing gum from an area near Campeche, Mexico. It is called chicle.

Rick was very kind to give him a little extra to bring some home to the family. I expected to see something packaged like Wrigley’s chewing gum, maybe with Spanish words on it.

However, it looked like this:


The real gum looks like a large block of taffy.

I cut a small sliver and have been chewing gum for the last fifteen minutes.

I cut a small sliver and have been chewing gum for the last twenty minutes.

What does this gum taste like, you ask?
My answer: it is much like describing what water tastes like; it has no taste of its own. Chicle is neither minty nor sweet, but it still freshened my breath. It is uncorrupted, it is pure, much like what the ancient Maya used to eat.

I am glad Rick got us a piece of the real chewing gum- a taste we would not have ever known. Thank you, Rick!

Did you know, most chewing gum companies have switched from using chicle to butadiene-based synthetic rubber, which is cheaper to manufacture. The only U.S. gum company still using chicle is Glee Gum.

I have never tried Glee gum. Have you? What is you favorite gum brand and flavor? I would love to hear from you in the comments below.

A “Thank you” letter

Dear Readers,
I am grateful to you this Thanksgiving!
Yes, I mean You: Thank you for visiting my blog, reading and liking my posts.
I have been blogging for the last eleven months and today I got a notification from word press.

Congratulations on getting 100 total follows on About-One-Thing.

Your current tally is 102.

I am humbled. One hundred.
Whether it is counting your first hundred pennies, earning your first hundred dollars or your first hundred thousand dollars, the number hundred signifies something major, something huge. Am I getting too emotional? OK, to be pragmatic the number 100 signifies the natural number preceding 101 and following 99.

When you liked my post, it led me to your blog and I discovered some very beautiful and creative writing. I have visited blogs where I had to use google translate, to understand the words and at times seen pictures, that are worth more than a thousand words. I have been touched by your comments. I feel like I have friends all over the world.

I am also thankful to all my blog followers on Facebook. I could not have done this without your likes and your support.

Stay warm, play it safe and take the time to do, ‘the one thing that matters most’ to you this holiday season. Remember, if you are happy, your world will be happy.

I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Love, Peace and Prosper!


Debt of Gratitude

I wake up, have a cup of tea and a warm breakfast,
you probably are crouched on your hands with a gaze steadfast.

Warm showers, clean clothes and a mirror to myself,
for you, image is beyond the mirror wherever you are sent.

My family leaves for school and work, will they will follow the course today?
Wherever you are serving, such thoughts may cause your attention to stray.

I stand in line at the grocery store and I am ancy as I wait for my turn,
but kneeling, crouching, standing for hours, your patience never perturbs.

Scrumptious food at the dining table that we savor,
a comfortable spot, MRE (ready to eat meal) and you are contented to devour.

Sleeping in my cozy bed, to warm up my toes I reach for a blanket,
you sleep when you can, in the dirt, in between mortar attacks and rockets.

I complain of the weather be it raining, hot, cold or sultry,
you rough it out through the seasons because it is your duty.

I pen my thoughts on paper or I express them in person,
you follow the commands as you work to preserve our nation.

I salute today and thank our veterans,
who give us the joys that we take for granted in everyday freedom.

Thank you Mr. Kelly!


My daughter is not new to this middle school. However, there have been many changes in administration and class assignments, so she and her friends have been anxious. I had heard the girls say that last year’s choir teacher “rocked”.  A new choir teacher, “Mr. Kelly” was accepting all students for audition after school today.

She got home from school.

Hey, how did it go?”- Me.

Great” says my daughter.

What did you guys sing?” – Me.

“Listen to this Mom”, she says.

As she starts singing, my stance straightens, my right hand covers my heart and tears start rolling down my eyes. I join my budding soprano in spirit as she finishes singing, “Over the land of the free and the home of the brave”.

My daughter sings the National Anthem perfectly. It dawns on me, “We are Americans”- two accents, united with the same feeling. A long time ago, when I became a naturalized citizen, I memorized the lyrics of the Star-Spangled Banner. I join in every single time and I know I have an accent, but I still sing.

As I think of the unrest in the world, I say a prayer in my heart, “Please God, let no one take away our national anthem from us.

I applaud Mr. Kelly for teaching the choir to sing the most difficult song, with one and a half octaves, at their first audition. I hope my daughter continues to sing in future. One day, she may sing the National anthem solo and if you come and compliment her, I know my heart will say “Thank you, thank you Mr. Kelly”!

Star Spangled BannerI pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

My husband got me flower pots for our 20th Anniversary

August 7th 2013. We have been married for twenty years today.

It is hard to buy Anniversary presents as you get older,

With mundane chores and jobs, you crave to spend time with each other.

I’ve allergies to most flowers that smell and the hallmark cards just sit once they are read.

He wasn’t talking about the usual stuff, so I listened intently when my husband said,

“For our twentieth anniversary, I have the gift of some flower pots for you.

But, for this we will have to walk on the ocean floor our daughter, me and you”.

I was delighted for it was something he never bought me, “Flower pots” beyond my imagination and now for all to see.

Hope all of you enjoy this gift he got me, flower pots so magnificent, nature’s epiphany!

Happy Anniversary Honey! I love you!


Lover’s Arch at Low tide at Hopewell Rocks. The Hopewell Rocks, also called the Flowerpot Rocks or simply The Rocks, are rock formations caused by tidal erosion in The Hopewell Rocks Ocean Tidal Exploration Site in New Brunswick. They stand between 40-70 feet tall.


Lover’s Arch upclose.

This miscellaneous rock has appeared on the ocean floor mysteriously according to our tour guide.

This miscellaneous rock has appeared on the ocean floor mysteriously according to our tour guide.


More flower pots


An Awesome view!

Can you see the resemblance of an anteater?

Can you see the resemblance of an anteater in this rock?

Do you spot a baby elephant in these rocks?

Do you spot a baby elephant in these rocks?

Side profile of a rock. Do you think this resembles Jay Leno?

Side profile of a rock. Do you think this resembles Jay Leno?

Rocks covered with seaweed, moss and algae

Rocks covered with seaweed, moss and algae

Bulbous algae lining the rocks on the ocean floor.

Bulbous algae lining the rocks on the ocean floor.

Muddy ocean floor.

Muddy ocean floor.

The muddy ocean floor. Not a place for flip flops. Good place to dye your shoes brown. We left our shoe prints and took lots of pictures.

The muddy ocean floor. Not a place for flip flops. Good place to dye your shoes brown. We left our shoe prints and took lots of pictures.


High tide at Hopewell Rocks. On a good weather day folks can kayak around these flowerpots

The bear becomes more visible at high tide.

The bear becomes more visible at high tide.

Submerged Lover's Arch at high tide.

Submerged Lover’s Arch at high tide.

Weekly Photo challenge: Fresh

Fresh as a daisy-not tired
This comes from the fanciful assumption that the daisy is never tired because it ‘sleeps’ regularly, closing at sunset and opening in the morning. The name of the daisy in fact comes from the Old English for ‘day’s eye’, from its opening with the sun as the human eye opens in the morning. Perhaps its petals, which close over its bright center at the end of the day, were also thought to resemble human eyelashes.


My wish for you: Hope you feel “fresh as a daisy” to get through the rest of the week.

You can read more about this challenge here at:

The golden hour at Mount Sinai

This week’s photo challenge is about “The Golden Hour”.

I always wanted to see the sunrise at Mount Sinai. Luckily, a few years ago my sister and brother-in-law, who were living in Egypt at the time, arranged this trip for us.

Mount Sinai is a 2,285-metre (7,497 ft) high mountain near ancient Saint Catherine monastery in the Sinai region. It is next to Mount St. Catherine (at 2,629 m or 8,625 ft, the highest peak in Egypt).[3]

Climbing Mount Sinai is the main object for most visitors  to Sinai Moses Mountain. You have two choices for getting around and climbing the mountain: on foot, or by camel. We chose the beast to help us on our conquest.

Both paths lead to natural amphitheater known as Elijah’s Hollow or the Seven Elders of Israel, where you’ll find a tea house for a break. From there, it’s a final 750 steps (30 minutes) to reach the summit.


Pre-dawn twilight on Mount Sinai.


It is very cold up there on the vista point and folks are standing bundled up in their jackets and blankets. There are hushed conversations and tourists are eagerly awaiting the sunrise.


The golden hour

The golden hour

Some surrounding mountain peaks lit up by the sunrise.

Surrounding mountain peaks lit up by the sunrise.

St. Catherine's Monastery

The radiant St. Catherine’s Monastery upon our descent from Mount Sinai.

I believe that the true golden hours for majority of us lie between “sunrise and sunset” each day. It is up to each one of us to make them beautiful by good and positive thoughts, kind words and good deeds to the best of our abilities.

In a lighter vein, if someone works the night shift their golden hours may be from sunset to sunrise.

How do you add meaning to your golden hour/ golden hours? I would love to hear back from you.

Thank you for your visit.


P1060923What does an antique typewriter have to do with Nostalgia?

Last week, I visited the Alexander Graham Bell Museum in Baddeck Nova Scotia Canada when I saw this type writer in a display case.

I peered to see what was written on the paper and was amazed to find the poem ‘The Psalm of Life’ (faded print)….


My mother knows this poem by heart and has recited it on several occasions to encourage me to face life. Seeing this type writer and especially the poem reminded me of my mother who is the strongest woman I have known in my life.

Here is the poem for those of you who would like to read it.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting

Scan 7

I still remember the day I took this picture. My daughter was three and a half years old. We were visiting family in India in the month of December. Every morning my mother and I would walk to the neighborhood park with my daughter. I would stand behind her and push the swing to help her go higher and higher. Sometimes I would say to my daughter “Push with your legs, you can do it, sweetheart” and my mother would remind me to enjoy while it lasted.  My mom was right, since in the next few months my daughter was able to independently swing higher and higher.

Childhood is fleeting. It’s sad that it passes quickly, so does life. Enjoying every moment in the present is the key to happiness.