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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Just A Week Away

. . .



In just a week and a day, my baby boy is getting married. I remember his birth so vividly. The nurses wrote in his chart, father of little use. That’s me, only I like to think I had a little to do with the outcome. And I know I did for I can see it in his compassion, in his smile and his devilish grin.



I remember giving him his first bath and worrying that I would drop him. So small, so much responsibility . . .



And then they’re all grown up and everything seems bright. Somewhere along the way they grow up. It happens with or without you. My son lives in Tucson, making his mark on the world twenty-five hundred miles away. I am so proud of him. There were times I doubted he would ever get the fire going and then it just clicked.



I remember when my Mom died. Dad was a wreck and my son was too. Two years out of High School and going now where fast. He didn’t know what he wanted to do . . . That time is hard when you don’t know where you’re going and everyone you know is passing you by.



My boy liked to work on cars and that was my hook, there was always something torn apart in my garage. And so I thought maybe he would like to be a mechanic? I knew the school was in Illinois, I told him he could live with his Grandpa and go to school. And secretly I knew, my Dad was so lonely and my boy would be doing me a big favor.



We visited the school and signed on the line. And for a year he lived, worked and helped my father survive his grief. Then my son moved back no longer wanting to be a mechanic. He got a job as a Pharmacy Tech and today he is an assistant manager for a Walgreen’s. Soon I’m sure he’ll have a store of his own and he fixes his own car, unlike me . . . Good Luck son, Dad.





Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share





My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights






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Friday, May 4, 2007

Tell Me Your Life Altering Story





Six years ago, on a trout stream . . . I found my life’s passion. As it started to rain, I went back to my truck for lunch. And as it continued to rain, I took out a note pad and started to write my first story . . . I never stopped, never doubted it was my true love in life. Sometimes you have to take a wrong path, to find the right one.



Five years ago, my mom died and I made her a promise, never to quit following my dream. And I haven’t and never will.



Last year my son was diagnosed with CANCER and I stopped for a moment, until he was C-free. And now I’m writing once again. And one day I will write my son’s story, because ever parent needs to know . . .



Dreams only happen when you let them . . . Many times you put barriers in the way of your own happiness, many times you look for excuse rather than solutions . . . Is the glass half full or half empty . . . Start there, fix that first . . . Take of the bad and put back the good. You can do it . . . I did.



Do you have a story to share? Something that altered your course forever, tell us . . .



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

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Thursday, May 3, 2007

Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie



Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom*****

A moving story of life and death, of loving and friendship . . . A professor and his life student, their friendship and the last class they shared together.

Author Mitch Albom shares with us, his last moments with a very special person, Morris S. Schwartz, his professor at Brandeis University . . .

Morrie teaches his last class with his student and us. He shares his life, his death and his views on how each of us can get more out of life. Fear of death keeps us from living, from sharing our dreams.

Dan’s Rant: ***** A must read



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Because parents need to know - Part 4




Part 4 . . . . Doctor Death, captain of the dream team

I woke up with peace in my heart . . . And I knew my little family and me, we get through this thing together.

Our doctor referred us to Dr. King, a surgeon from Froedtert hospital. We called, made an appointment for the next day . . . When CANCER is involved, Doctors move very quickly. . . . I was surprised.

At Froedtert, we parked in a four story parking structure. And made our way to the elevators, our car was on the daisy level. Daisies you laugh . . . The speakers were blasting out Doris Day singing her rendition of “Please don’t eat the daisies.” And I couldn’t help smiling. It eased my mind just a little.

I remember crossing the walkway and feeling my throat tighten, I wanted to scream, to run and hide. I watched all the others crowd into that tunnel maze, no one knowing where they were or where they going, they just did.

I remember pushing the up button and waiting forever waiting. Everyone crowding in and I wondered . . . What terminal disease did they have?

We sat in the outer waiting room for what seemed like a life time and then I thought maybe it was . . . My boys. Finally someone lead us through the big double doors, into one of the many small examining rooms. My son sat first, and then my wife, I stood.

And shortly the doctor came in, a thin man, youthful thirty-five or so. His name was Dr. King. Heather, his assistant was with him.

“Where did you go to school?” I asked trying to make myself at ease.
“Iowa,” he said proudly.
“A Hawkeye, eh?”
“Yes . . . “ he said, rather surprised I knew.
“We used to live in Des Moines.”

Then and there my boy coined his handle, doctor death. That’s when I knew my baby boy was scared. He was scared of the surgery and I was too.

The doctor explained my boy’s sarcoma for us. He told us that he wanted him to go through Chemo and radiation. A regiment, it was a nationally recognized procedure for his type of CANCER. I felt a little comforted in that doctors had a standardized plan of attack.

“Maybe we’re not the first, the only this has ever happened to?” I thought to myself.

Then he explained why he wanted my son to go through hell’s gate . . . He said it would reduce the margins of the tumor. So when he operated he would be able to cut all the ugliness from my baby’s body.


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

Because parents need to know - Part 1 . . .

Because parents need to know - Part 2 . . .

Because parents need to know - Part 3 . . .


My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights



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Monday, April 30, 2007

And one day they just surprise you . . . April 30 2007







And one day they just surprise you, those babies of yours have all grown up and it’s time to move away. You’re not sure when it happened, but it seemed as if it were over night. Everything has changed. It was just yesterday, you and the wife we’re dreaming of the family you’d once have and now . . .



Your truth is not so straight and clear, not anymore. That’s the way life is . . . One day you’re being caressed and loved. The next you’re their guard and protector and then you’re alone once more.



Then something happens to let you know that everything’s going to be alright . . . For me it happened just a week ago. My oldest boy flew home to be by a friend’s side. His Dad had just died . . . That’s when I knew my boy, was a man. As parents we don’t get grades, but if we did, I now know . . . I did good.



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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