Today Was Supposed To Be Our First Day In Italy, But…

by eviehodge1549 | Mar 22, 2020 | From the Heart | 0 comments

Hello Wonderful People,

I hope you are staying safe and are well on this snowy Sunday afternoon.
My wife and I are dealing with many emotions about what is going on in the world today.

The COVID-19 pandemic has caused the world to come to a sudden halt. In an attempt to curtail the spread of the virus, extreme measures have been implemented by government agencies – canceling social gatherings, working from home, and shutting down non-essential businesses. While we understand the severity of the pandemic and agree with the measures put into place to flatten the curve, we are also extremely disappointed because we could not take our vacation that we have dreamed of for more than ten years.

For the next two weeks, we were supposed to be seeing the Best of Italy: Rome, Florence, and Venice; touring the island of Capri, staying in a convent in Assisi, shopping in Milan, experiencing the ruins of Pompeii; with visits to the Vatican, the Colisseum, Romeo and Juliet’s balcony, and even a side trip to Lugano, Switzerland.

We celebrated our 20th anniversary back in September and this trip was meant to be a present to each other. Italy has been tops on our list of places to visit for many years. We are fascinated by the country’s history and culture. The art, the architecture, the food, the people. It doesn’t get much better than Italy. We love Italy so much that we gave our dogs Italian names … Gio the Beagle (short for Giovanni), Vinny the Collie (short for Vincenzo) and Seppe the Beagle (short for Giuseppe).

While we had many wonderful vacations in the past – Colorado, Utah, Canada, and the Caribbean – an Italian vacation has been on minds all the while. However, finding the right package, at the right price with the right places to visit proved to be a difficult task. We started putting extra money into the savings with the intent of an Italian getaway.  After extensive research and exploring endless options of tour packages, we found a trip that would be a perfect 20th-anniversary present for each other.

Originally, we were supposed to be traveling during Thanksgiving. We decided for November instead of September because the price is dramatically less, there are fewer travelers, and the temperatures are a bit on the cooler side. Unfortunately, the tour company canceled that tour because not enough people had booked the tour for it to be confirmed. It turns out that November was not a good time to visit because the entire country was inundated with rain and Venice had the worst floods in fifty years. We were forced to select a new date for departure. We selected March 22 because the price of the new trip was the same as original and the weather was ideal for traveling.

But alas, that trip too was canceled because, well, you know the reason. The COVID-19 virus started in China and then spread quickly across the world. And sadly, Italy has been the hardest country, recording over 5,400 at the time of this writing. The number of cases increased from only three in late February to now at almost 60,000. The rate at which the number of cases grew caused the US government to recommend reschedule all unnecessary travel with an ultimate ban of travel to and from Europe. When these travel restrictions were put into place, we know that we were not going on our dream vacation.

Thankfully, our trip was canceled by the tour company, which means we are able to rebook with them for the same trip anytime this year or next year. Ideally, we would like to go this year; but with all that is happening with this virus and with the devastation in Italy, we think it will be too soon to go in September or November. We are looking at maybe March of next year. This would give the country time to recover and be ready to welcome guests.

One bit of irony, a broken arm could not stop us from going to Italy, but the COVID-19 did. On February 13, I fell on the ice going into work, breaking my left humerus bone, just below my shoulder.

In the Emergency Room, finding out that I had a broken arm.

For the first week, there was a bit uncertainty about whether I would be able to go on the trip. My doctor needed a follow-up CT-scan to view the break and to ensure that it was not too serve and determine if surgery was needed. When he viewed the CT-scan, he said that the bone could heal on its own just fine and surgery was not needed. Knowing that our trip was only a month away, I asked the doctor if it was okay to travel. He gave his approval because by that time the bone would have healed enough not to hinder travel. I was elated as if I could jump for joy, I would have. But sadly, in only two weeks the trip was canceled. Our roller coaster of emotions has been up and down, up and down during the last six weeks.

I must say this, we are not in fear because we are standing on the Word of God and are rooted in our faith. We believe that we need to keep up to date on what is happening, but we don’t let the news consume us and cause us to be afraid. We ask God for His wisdom as we go through this time. It is important to call on Him and ask for His peace to be in your life as well. He will never leave you in your time of need. We recommend reading Psalm 91 and Ephesians 6:10-20 every day to help counteract the fear and the anxiety that the world is showing right now.

Why I Use To Hate July 29th!

by eviehodge1549 | Jul 29, 2019 | From the Heart | 2 comments

Hello, Wonderful People,

Today is July 29th. I will be upfront with you. I use to hate this day. Whenever I heard it mentioned or saw it on the calendar, my heart would break and my mood would dampen. How could a single day have such an effect on me? Well, on this day, back in 1987 my father passed away when he lost his battle with lung cancer.

The only known photo of only me and my father together.

I was only twelve. I felt like my whole world had been broken and shattered. I didn’t know what it all meant and I didn’t know how to handle it. Only two months had passed from the time that my father found out that he had lung cancer to the day that he died. My family had to deal with the shock of the diagnosis, the trauma of him being in ICU and the agony of him being unable to breath on his own or talk with us. My summer started out thinking about making the baseball team and ended with learning how to restart my life without my father.

As the years passed, it didn’t get any easier. When the calendar would change to July, my thoughts would turn to my father. Memories would race through my mind. I would think about the times that he missed out and I didn’t have with him in my life: the first shave, the graduations, the father-son talks, the holidays. Depression and anger gripped my life and held a tight hold over me. I was angry at him that he had died. I was angry that cancer took him away from me. I was angry that I didn’t have my father to help me through the stages of life. The more angry that I got, the more depressed that I got. The anger and depression came to a breaking point eight years later when my oldest sister died from lymphoma.

The anger and depression further escalated, and I had no way of dealing with it. It was my final year of college and my life seemed to be out of control. I had stopped attending church because I felt like it had betrayed me after my father and sister died. I turned 21 and I began spending time in bars with my college acquaintances. I tried to dull my pain; but it didn’t seem to help.

I graduated from college and began my new life on my own. However, I still faced a difficult road ahead because I had no way to deal with the depression and the anger. But soon my life would begin to change when I met someone, while at work, who would help me take that first step on the road to recovery. We both had difficult circumstances in our childhood that we had to overcome. She had lost her mother a few years prior; and together we helped each other cope with the loss of a parent. All the while, she also encouraged me to re-examine my faith in God and it took me back to church. This was not the traditional denominational church that I was use from my childhood. It focused more on a relationship with God and His Son, Jesus Christ. It was in the relationship and the studying of what God tells us in His word that I began to see my life change.

I am no longer angry.  I am no longer living a state of depression and sadness. By studying what God’s word says, I learned that my father’s sickness was a part of the devil’s plan to steal, kill and destroy his life; and take away the good memories my father had created. My faith in God, His Son and His word has strengthened me and keeps me strong on days like today.

Now when July 29th approaches, my attitude is much different. The heartache and pain has given way to peace and joy. Peace in knowing that the disease may have destroyed his body; but it didn’t take away his spirit. I have joy knowing that he wanted me as his son and convinced my mother to have just ‘one more baby’!!  I focus on the good memories we shared and the positive influence he had on so many other people. Until this day, I have found no one who has a bad word to say about him.

It is worth noting here that the wonderful woman who started out with me as a colleague at work. But we soon became very close friends. And on September 11, 1999 she became my wife  and we are celebrating twenty years of marriage. Thank you, Lord Jesus for putting my baby in my life and helping me see that I didn’t have to live with depression and anger.

The Saint Louis Blues Are The Stanley Cup Champions!

by eviehodge1549 | Jun 16, 2019 | From the Heart | 2 comments

The Saint Louis Blues are the 2019 Stanley Cup Champions!!

For most people, that means nothing. You may be thinking, who are the Blues?!? What is the Stanley Cup?!? But if you are a Blues fan, winning the Cup means everything. For the first time in its 52 year history, the Blues won the National Hockey League championship. Hockey may not be America’s pastime or its favorite sport, but you would never know that if you lived in or around Saint Louis. Saint Louis is often described as CardinalNation, but right now, you would have to say that the Cardinals are taking the backseat to the Blues.

photo from St. Louis Blues Facebook page

I will admit, I am not the biggest Blues fans. Heck, I am not the biggest hockey fan. Growing up, I watched the baseball and football Cardinals on TV and knew nothing about the Blues. It was not until I moved to Saint Louis more than twenty years ago that I learned about hockey. I did not know the difference between a floor check and a cross-check, but that didn’t stop me from going to my first game with my future wife.

I would describe myself as a casual fan. I don’t live and breath sports like some of my friends. I don’t subscribe to the cable packages so that I can watch all of the games. I haven’t even been to a game in more than ten years. But when it comes down to it, I am a hometown fan. I will check the sports headlines to see if Blues won or not, and then check the standings to see how the playoff chase is going. I don’t keep up with the players and their stats and how they compare with the teams.

And this year was no different. I knew that the Blues were supposed to be a great team. But when they fired their coach and were sitting in last place I knew that this was not going to be their season. But still, I would check the headlines for the scores and check the standings. I noticed something different after the first of the year. The headlines mentioned a Blues winning streak that had taken them out of last place and moving into playoff contention. The winning streak topped out at eleven and suddenly people were talking about making the playoffs. All the while, the people of Saint Louis never doubted their chances.

When the playoff began, the Blues were the hottest team in the League although many people (outside of Saint Louis) doubted if they could win the Stanley Cup. By making the playoffs, I turned up my attention to the team. I always want my hometown team to win it all, even if I didn’t know the difference between a Parayko and a Pietrangelo. I began to watch the playoff previews, to learn more about the players and I realized how special this team was.

And, after four tough series, the Blues prevailed and are now Stanley Cup champions. And Saint Louis could not be happier. I never knew how much Saint Louis loved hockey and their Blues. An estimated 500,000 turned out for the Championship parade in downtown Saint Louis.

photo from KMOV Channel 4 – the rally under the Gateway Arch

I will be sharing more about the Blues and their run for the Stanley Cup in another post, coming soon. If you are a Blues fan, let me know what was your greatest memories of the championship and what it means to you.

*~* JAY *~*