“Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has not the health of the daughter of my people been restored?”
Hello friends- there is an old story once told me by a mushroom forager from the Purple Forests of Estonia. He had owned a dog names Procrus, a faithful mutt who accompanied him on his fungus hunts for almost 20 years..One day, accidentally, the mutt ate just a crumb of a very potent poisonous cap of Fungicidus Orientalis Cryptus- a mushroom so powerfully virile and petulant that Hannibal used one of them to slay an army. The dog became very ill, while having strange hallucinations, speaking in fluent Latin, and spinning its head in circles while the paws tapped out in Morse code, “holy sheepshit” over and over again… Then, my forager friend -who became misty eyed at the telling of this- let his dog go free in the forest, and that was the last he saw of him.
“How could you do that? ” I, Zamboni asked of this wandering micologist.. His answer was cryptic.
“Sometimes the best way to cure someone is to let them go.”
Now the moral of the story is this my friends. Zamboni is no old mushroom hunter, but I am wise enough to tell shit from Shitake. This old idiot let his dog get torn up by wild boar in the middle of a very bad trip. And karma is a bitch because a week later, the man himself mistook a shroom and became stiff dead.
He did the wrong thing. Don’t give up, never give up.
Z
great zamboni 
No, there is never a giving up. There was a Methodist sermon once suggesting that sometimes God doesn’t give us what we wish for because he/she has another plan in mind. I told my granddaughter recently that her healing might not be enjoyable, but that everything that happens to us may have a teaching that we need to learn. Not giving up is the first step.