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Holey Moley, the health care world is full of stories that contradict each other. Everyone will tell you it’s science, but very few can tell you if it’s actually definitive.

For years I’ve ben reading stories and hearing advertisements about how taking 10,000 or more steps a day will help us lose weight, get our hearts (and the rest of us) in good shape, and generally turn our frowns upside down. But now, I’m starting to see the counter-argument taking place… that the science of how many steps we take each day is complicated, and that movement may be less important than metabolism.

So the question remains: Do the extra steps in our days really matter?
 
 
Does getting out under the sun at least once in your day matter?

Do the simple things, like seeing the geese on the waterfront, help you feel better?

What about the steps needed to be with an important friend who means the world to you… do those steps matter?

Taking steps to be with someone close to you so you can spend time laughing and experiencing the world together… that’s priceless.

The steps you take on the way to seeking the help you need when you’re feeling down… do those matter to you?

Those steps I take walking with our dog each day… let me tell you, those matter.

If you have kids, I’ll bet every step taken to be with them matters more than I can describe here.

Without question, the steps we take to positively influence another life are golden.
 
 
I submit that health can be defined in many ways. And therefore, benefits to our health can be defined in many ways.

The steps themselves don’t matter. What we give and what we receive as a result of the steps we take is what really makes a difference.

I think I’ve had more than a few moments like Saturday night’s.

I think maybe the timing of Saturday’s moment was particularly unique.

We started out by going to a birthday dinner for my sister-in-law (in the yellow shirt in the photo). She’s the Mom of The (former) Live-In Niece (third from the right). We had a great time eating, laughing, and generally enjoying each other’s company.

As we finished up dinner, it started raining. By the time we made it out to our vehicles, it was really coming down. About five minutes after we started home, we heard one of the local radio stations announce a tornado warning. By the time we made it home, the tornado warning was gone, but we were still under a severe thunderstorm warning for some time.

The first thing The Great Spousal Unit did when we got home was let the dog out (like he would actually want to go out in stormy weather like that). When she came back inside a couple of minutes later, she said she heard one of the big trees in the neighborhood fall down. If you’ve ever heard a hundred foot tall oak tree fall, you remember the sound, so she knew.

Well, it was too dark out to go and check where it happened, and I wasn’t about to get back in the car again, so we waited until morning to find out where the tree came down.

We had just driven down this street, exactly in this spot, about three minutes before the tree came crashing down across the road. Three minutes later getting home– the time to wait at one or two extra traffic lights– and that photo could have included us underneath that tree.

I don’t generally believe in signs. I believe in reminders, though. And I needed this one. Because I already know these things, but I’ve lost sight of them in the general slog to get through each day.

What are the reminders?

Life is short. Don’t be afraid to pursue what is important. Don’t wait to do something meaningful. If people can be helped by what you do, don’t make them wait while you… wait. Because their lives are just as important, and just as subject to the possibility that anything might happen at any moment. You might not get the chance later.

Advocating for People With Diabetes is something I’ve grown into over the past few years. It’s easy for me to feel like what I do doesn’t mean much. Until it means something to someone. Or until I can lead someone to someone else who makes the difference for them. But you never know when that’s going to happen, or when the opportunity will present itself. So you have to be ready.

Also: Never miss an opportunity to experience true, in-the-moment joy while it’s happening. For so many years, I’ve been guilty of recognizing special moments, even in the smallest of things, and moving on with my life like they never really happened. There are reasons for that, not good ones, but I am so guilty of not fully letting myself go for fear that someone will recognize I’m happy and do something to crush it. It’s happened before, and it’s conditioned me to where I felt, I don’t know, like I was 60 or 70 percent happy about something I should have been 100 percent happy about. I’ve been feeling like I’m missing out on 30 or 40 percent of my happiness for a while now. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it does to me.

It’s okay to sit on the sidelines for a while, watching the world go by. But don’t sit too long. Live your life. Make it special. For you, and for someone who needs you.