My childhood was a bit peculiar.
While other kids were having fun, very often I was somewhere else. Probably the most visited places by me, until I turned 12 were hospitals.
Perhaps this is why I dislike them so much.
Don’t get me wrong, my health was good… It was my mum who several times a year was hospitalised.
During my birth, doctors discovered some anomaly with her heart. It turned out that her heart was damaged by flu complications. Within 11 years she deteriorated so much, that at the end of her life, at the age 37, she looked like a granny.
The medication for heart affected her kidneys, to counteract that she was given medication that, by side effect, damaged her liver. All of that affected her immune system so much, so even a simple cold was dangerous enough to send to a hospital.
To make things worse doctors, following the way of thinking promoted then, advised her to move as little as possible to “preserve energy”.
One December morning of 1975 all of that was over with her passing away – this was the day that changed my life forever.
Many years later, when I learned Tai Chi, I realised that if I could teach these simple exercises to my mum, she would probably live much longer and in much better shape. The ratio of how much effort it takes to perform these gentle movements to how big the benefit it brings for the body and mind is so great, that it could add many more years to her life. Not mentioning many more years with her for me.
Although it is too late to save my mum, I can teach people these skills. The skills that in some cases may prove to be if not lifesaving then life improving. My other activities stem from the same childhood experience and aim at the same purpose – to help people live better, more fulfilling and satisfying lives.
With this attitude, I am waiting every Sunday for whoever turns up ready to help them learning and mastering the Tai Chi practice.
I hope to meet you soon and pass to you this gift.
Until then be well.