Sunday, December 9, 2012
Winter Itch, Doggy Scratch
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Throw Me a Bone, or a Kidney
I got some wonderful news recently. It comes three years after I published my first book, The Marrow in Me. Most people who read this blog are dog folks. Bear with me as this has nothing to do with dogs.
Three years ago I published my first book, The Marrow in Me. It's the story of how I became a very rare bone marrow donor for a teenager I'd never met. The roots of the journey stretch back to my television days in Hawaii. It was the greatest gift I ever gave, and the greatest gift I ever received. Sadly the marrow that was extracted from my pelvis and transplanted into 16-year-old Adam Hardin's body wasn't enough to save his life from and long and very painful bout with leukemia.
I've long dealt with my grief hoping that someone somewhere would read the book, be inspired to donate, and ultimately save a life. That would be my validation, my chance to vicariously live the dream I hoped to have with Adam. That moment finally came, albeit differently.
It turns out an employee of my stepsister, Ellen McGrattan, spotted a copy of The Marrow in Me on Ellen's coffee table in Minnesota. She borrowed it, read it, and said it gave her the courage she needed to donate a kidney to her nephew. She saved his life. In a nutshell the book above did exactly what I wanted it to. It just used different equipment.
As luck would have it, there's another Hawaii connection to share. I just learned a woman with whom I shared many a newscast with when we both anchored at KGMB is also a kidney donor. Jade Moon, now a columnist at Midweek Newspaper, saved her father's life.
Now I'm not going to kid myself into believing that I'm the straw that's stirring this MaiTai of goodwill and blessing. I am simply blessed to be surrounded by those who embody the richness of life and share it abundantly. It is the Spirit of Aloha, and it reaches into our hearts, souls, kidneys and bones.
Three years ago I published my first book, The Marrow in Me. It's the story of how I became a very rare bone marrow donor for a teenager I'd never met. The roots of the journey stretch back to my television days in Hawaii. It was the greatest gift I ever gave, and the greatest gift I ever received. Sadly the marrow that was extracted from my pelvis and transplanted into 16-year-old Adam Hardin's body wasn't enough to save his life from and long and very painful bout with leukemia.
Adam Hardin, my marrow recipient |
It turns out an employee of my stepsister, Ellen McGrattan, spotted a copy of The Marrow in Me on Ellen's coffee table in Minnesota. She borrowed it, read it, and said it gave her the courage she needed to donate a kidney to her nephew. She saved his life. In a nutshell the book above did exactly what I wanted it to. It just used different equipment.
Jade Moon, with left hand on her father and kidney recipient's shoulder |
As luck would have it, there's another Hawaii connection to share. I just learned a woman with whom I shared many a newscast with when we both anchored at KGMB is also a kidney donor. Jade Moon, now a columnist at Midweek Newspaper, saved her father's life.
Now I'm not going to kid myself into believing that I'm the straw that's stirring this MaiTai of goodwill and blessing. I am simply blessed to be surrounded by those who embody the richness of life and share it abundantly. It is the Spirit of Aloha, and it reaches into our hearts, souls, kidneys and bones.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
German Shepherd Stops Foils Potential Road Rage
Beverly in Pickup Truck |
To let the man know he'd committed a violation, I gently tap-tapped on my horn and shrugged reasonably politely. His passenger looked out the window, sarcastically shrugged back, and gave me the middle finger salute. What great guys. Turns out they were going to the dump too.
When I pulled alongside the offending aircraft carrier at the dump entrance, the driver looked over at me with the unmistakable arrogance of someone who thoroughly enjoyed being a jerk. He was getting a rise out of it. What he didn't know was something else was rising in the back of my cab. I lowered the window and Beverly stuck her head out. If you could have only seen the change of expression on both their faces. They wanted no part of that. Oh the joys of owning a German Shepherd.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
What the Dog Smelled
Saturday, August 4, 2012
If Not For a Dog's Nose
Follow Dog Home coauthor Samantha Walsh with Beverly |
Three years ago this week, on the first Saturday of August, Beverly led us back to the exact place where our journey with dogs began. Were it not for her nose, who knows if we have all that we do today? By that I mean a critically acclaimed book, a Facebook page with nearly 8,000 fans, and the validation of the family dog as something greater than the family pet.
Walshes return to Atwood Street, 2011. Left to right: Beverly (dog), Kevin, Bob, Amanda, Jean and Samantha. Annie is the Corgi on Bob and Jean's laps. |
We went back to the homestead with the blessing of the homeowner, and plunked Dad down on the front stoop. We really had come full circle to the place where it all started some 70 years ago. Dad has seen five wars, and raised 17 dogs with his children and his children's children. So much has changed. But one thing never did--a dog's place in the family. It is the one and only constant in life that we know. And we wouldn't want it any other way.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
What Do You Say to a Grieving Dog Owner?
Asia, minus her dog pal |
I don't know what it is, but lately I've been talking to a lot of dog owners about loss. Last weekend it was a man in Boston's North End. He was walking Asia, his one dog instead of the usual two.
And yesterday I caddied for a nice fellow who put his friend of 13 years down just a few months ago, and quickly bought a new Lab to replace him. He had such joy talking about his new puppy, but it was clear my golfer was still grieving the other one.
After the round, I shared with my loop part of what we wrote in Follow the Dog Home, because in many ways he was feeling similar to how my 10-year-old daughter and coauthor Samantha did a few years ago. Samantha came home and discovered our 12-year-old German Shepherd, Tiffany, dead on the floor. A few months after that, we got a new German Shepherd--Beverly. I thought all was well. What I didn't realize was Sammy's feelings of joy for the new dog were tempered by her concern that Tiffany would think we had abandoned her. I never would have known this had she not expressed it in her writing.
Tiffany (dog) with Amanda (left) and Samantha |
Beverly (dog) with (L to R) Samantha, Kevin and Amanda |
Thursday, July 19, 2012
One Golden Dog, Two Kevin Walshes
I talked to the other Kevin Walsh. Who's he? He's the guy who found my Golden Retriever, Susie, on the campus of Purdue University. I wrote about this in Follow the Dog Home on pages 147 & 148. That's him below.
Actually the better way to describe it is, Susie found him--on a campus of 40,000 students in West Lafayette, Indiana. My adventurous dog slipped out of my fraternity house, as she often did, and somehow managed to find her way into a different frat. Low and behold Susie walked into Kevin Walsh's room on the second floor of the Sigma Epsilon Phi house. Nobody knows how she found her way there. Satisfied with her discovery, she plunked down on his floor and took a nap.
Many of our readers have told us Susie finding the other Kevin Walsh is their favorite story. They also wondered whether I'd been in touch with my namesake, with news about the book. Twenty three years after the 1989 discovery, we reconnected.
The other Kevin Walsh lives in suburban Chicago, and it turns out we have more in common than our name. We're both married with children, and all of our kids are girls. I have a Samantha (coauthor of Follow the Dog Home), he has a Samantha. There's probably more that we'll discover later.
I'm sending Kevin a book. He doesn't have a dog now, but he did growing up. He tells me his wife and kids are really putting the pressure on him to get a puppy. Something tells me after his family reads Follow the Dog Home, they'll get one. And if they do, we'll have another good Kevin Walsh dog story to tell.
Kevin Walsh, Purdue Graduate, Dog Finder |
Actually the better way to describe it is, Susie found him--on a campus of 40,000 students in West Lafayette, Indiana. My adventurous dog slipped out of my fraternity house, as she often did, and somehow managed to find her way into a different frat. Low and behold Susie walked into Kevin Walsh's room on the second floor of the Sigma Epsilon Phi house. Nobody knows how she found her way there. Satisfied with her discovery, she plunked down on his floor and took a nap.
Susie and Walsh Family, 1988 |
Many of our readers have told us Susie finding the other Kevin Walsh is their favorite story. They also wondered whether I'd been in touch with my namesake, with news about the book. Twenty three years after the 1989 discovery, we reconnected.
The other Kevin Walsh lives in suburban Chicago, and it turns out we have more in common than our name. We're both married with children, and all of our kids are girls. I have a Samantha (coauthor of Follow the Dog Home), he has a Samantha. There's probably more that we'll discover later.
I'm sending Kevin a book. He doesn't have a dog now, but he did growing up. He tells me his wife and kids are really putting the pressure on him to get a puppy. Something tells me after his family reads Follow the Dog Home, they'll get one. And if they do, we'll have another good Kevin Walsh dog story to tell.
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