a bit of rant, a bit of brag

since I met my husband it's been an exciting ride of joy, fear of losing him( when her became ill), excitement for the projects we have been working if together, pride at the intensity of his heart and generosity of time and resources, and daily amazement and blessing at having been chosen by him. Needless to say, I am blessed to have been given the gift of my husband. He is truly, as they say, one of the good ones, if not THE good one. Every day I watch him wake up and face what are impossible odds of survival, and not only confront them, knowing that until his duties and treatment after completed, her I'd going to feel beyond horrible, but defeat them with his positivity, joy, drive to help and his love for others including myself. Each day, for example yesterday, he drives himself to push through this fifth battle with cancer and got himself up to go for a beautiful drive with me, love on our cats, close a purchase of a house he found to open a shelter for the homeless, and still record a video to our family and close friends about how he is doing, and speaking candidly about his fight and his love for them and for all of you. I look at this list, and can't help thinking how many of us accomplished as much today? Then I take into account the struggles with his health that I see first hand and think how is it possible; how is it physically possible for him to have done this much?
last night there was a show on called kocktails with khloe and frankly it made me sick to my stomach. This show is basically friends getting together, getting drunk and playing games. Is this how our world wants to play out truly? Twitter was alight with demands of canceling the show because of the nature of our, but I think about something specifically that was stated. One of the girls said of Khloe that there is no one more forgiving or generous. And then I look at my husband. You wasted how much time shooting this obscene display of luxury when people are suffering on this world? And then there's my husband who, without treatment will fire, who devoted every moment of his day to someone other than himself. I am so proud of him, but so sickened that this is the world we live in and that there aren't more like him in the world. He inspires me to stay righteous, to be righteous. While others live in luxury with apartments who's monthly rent is more than most peoples' annual salary, while there are 18 vacant foreclosed homes for every homeless person in America's and we are watching drinking games as entertainment. So I ask you. Where are the Joshuas? Where are the pure hearted and giving of spirit? I am saddened by what I see of the world, but seeing my husband find hope for a change.