The beauty of this community lies in the interconnectedness many of us have with each other. I know, everything is supposed to be "private." I enjoy the banter many of you have with each other as you arrive and leave the clinic. Your quick communications updating each other on those in our community always intrigue me. Many of you probably don't realize, I hear the "send a card," "so and so's coming home," or how someone's kids are doing. I think that's what makes this community special. The genuine caring attitude consistently lives in our community because of you.
Liz called me yesterday after receiving an email blast from the Williamston Chamber of Commerce. I was saddened by the news. Clif McChesney passed away Thursday.
Clif and I only go back to the late 90's. Our paths converged when he needed physical therapy services. If my memory serves me right, neither my skill nor my knowledge could help resolve his pain. I always felt badly that I didn't have any answers or suggestions for him - only questions. To this day, I still wonder if that particular problem was a result of working with lead based oil paints day in and day out. I never found an answer, so I'll never know. Although I know I felt inadequate from that first interaction with Clif, I know he couldn't have felt the same about me because over the years through various other physical issues, I was consistently chosen by him and his wife to meet their physical therapy needs.
