Showing posts with label caregivers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caregivers. Show all posts

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Who Packs Your Parachute

Living with a progressive neuromuscular condition tends to push a lot of buttons. It is easy to become down, frustrated, angry, feel less than whole, and not see the beauty that surrounds our daily lives.

My brother sent me a story about U.S. Navy pilot Plumb. I found it fascinating and looked online to confirm the story. Kare Anderson wrote in Forbes a good synopsis of Plumb, his story, and his question to all of us.

About Charles Plumb

Author Unknown

Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.

The story about Charles Plumb, "Who Packs Your Parachute," is a strong and interesting true story that has been shared with many people over the years during lectures and leadership courses.

Who Packs Your Parachute

"...I was a fighter pilot, and he was just a sailor.”

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, “You’re Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!”

“How in the world did you know that?” asked Plumb.

“I packed your parachute,” the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, “I guess it worked!” Plumb assured him, “It sure did. If your chute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Plumb couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, “I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat, a bib in the back and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?’ or anything, because, you see, I was a fighter pilot, and he was just a sailor.”

Plumb thought of the man hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn’t know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?" Who has done something that has helped make your day safer – or easier or more pleasant – or who have you witnessed “packing” for someone else?

Each of us are touched by individuals who provide what we need to make it through the day. Some help inadvertently. Praise that person anyway. You are supporting the kind of behavior you respect – making it more likely to happen again.

This is where during Plumb's talks he asks his audience,

“Who’s packing your parachute?”


Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. 


Plumb also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory. He needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important.


We may fail to say "hello," "please," or "thank you," congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment or just do something nice for no reason."

As you go through this week, this holiday season, and this coming year, recognize people who pack your parachute.


The above story is also my way of saying, THANK YOU.

Thank you for reading my blog, for writing me, for providing suggestions and feedback, for everything else you do in "packing my parachute."

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

God bless Caregivers


My wonderful wife has been dealing with Kennedy’s Disease for forty years. When we married, neither of us had a clue what life would be like 20, 30 or 40 years down the road. We never imagined Kennedy’s Disease would become a major part of our life. We were two nature lovers that enjoyed the great outdoors and ranked hiking in the forest or mountains above most everything else. Life was good and it was fairly easy.

Thankfully, she has grown into one efficient caregiver.

Early on, she tried to do too much to help and my ego didn’t appreciate her over-attentiveness. During the middle years, she had to bite her tongue many times when I tried something I was no longer capable of doing—often ending up in a minor or more serious injury. When I fractured both bones in my left leg, she had to put her entire life on hold for ninety days because I couldn’t even transfer without help.

Like me, her role has changed and evolved depending upon my capabilities and attitude. There were times I thought she might want to throw in the towel, but she never did—thankfully.

What amazes me is how efficient and subtle she is. I’ll come into the kitchen in the morning and find a bowl and silverware on the counter. I open the refrigerator and notice she has cooked up a container of noodles or cut up a salad with all the fix’ns. I open the drawer in the bathroom and find a new box of Breathe Right strips. You get the idea. Somehow, almost magically, things are done and items show up to make my life easier.

Just as important, she is ready to give me a good kick in the butt when I need one. I know this news might come as a surprise to you, but I am not always the easiest person to live with. J

So, if I haven’t said it enough today, thank you for being there. Thank you for your patience and support. Thank you for your strength. Most of all, thank you for your love. I am blessed to have you in my life.