Archery A Great Stress Buster
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Archery is a wonderful stress buster. I look at my bows hung up on our walls. I invested more than a thousand dollars on excellent archery equipment .When I was a boy I made bows , with arrows out of bendable branches from trees, and from young saplings I found in the woods
My brother, and I made many of them. We made spears , and threw them at each other for fun. One day he threw a spear at me, and it pierced my leg. The point of the spear went deep into the lower part of my leg. Blood oozed out like thick red wine.
Fiends would have had a feast drinking my young blood. The wound required a large bandage . Mom was mad as hell over our evil deeds.
When I grew up, my desire for archery continued. When mother became very ill, and when my wife , and I were taking care of her, I practiced with bows to help deal with stress. Mom was doing poorly, and the archery took my mind off of her a little bit.
The exercise helps. It is essential if you have stress. The emotions we experienced over mom's Alzheimer's, and heart problems were mounting up. We experienced the mental declining of our mother . Joann stayed very busy doing things around the house. Becky would want to go outside with me to watch me shoot arrows. Becky enjoyed the outdoors. She never said a word about her poor grandmother, but you could see that mother's condition saddened her very much. Mother was drawn into another world , and often would stare into oblivion in a kind of trance.
We gave mother mental exercises that we believed helped her to cope with her confusion a little bit because she would occasionally place her hand on her forehead, and say that she felt confused . Becky would pass puzzle pieces to her grandmother, and my mother would try to connect the pieces together. We used the large sized piece puzzles for Becky, and mom to use.
My mother enjoyed using pens, and paper. For past time activities she would write numbers. Strangely they all formed into pyramid like designs on paper. I think a physician probably would have said that mom's mind might not have been functioning well in certain areas thus creating the pyramids.
I exercised mother every day because of her heart. Inside our long house trailer I helped mom to walk from the kitchen to the front door, and out to the porch, and down Becky's wheelchair ramp. Mom walked all the way to her house next door every day. Poor mom wanted to go home every day to her house to sit down in her living room. Joann would help me to help mother walk when she had the time. Mom used her walker every day until she could not walk anymore, and had to be put in a hospital bed, as time went on.
I liked my compound bow, and long bow for practice . Sometimes my police friends would watch me practice with them. I wore my black jeans, black sweat shirt, and quiver that had carried around fifteen target arrows , and then I walked a distance of about eighty to one hundred yards away from a three inch diameter black circled target. I was fairly good with a bow. I kind of miss firing my bows now. Now I never make the time, and I wonder if I would even have the strength to pull, or draw a compound bow string these days. I do still look at my bows-now and then, but they bring back thoughts of mother. I do not mind thinking of mom, but I rarely ever use my bows anymore.
Every day a young lady police officer brought my mother a lunch. Five days a week Joann, or I paid for a nice lunches which the officers brought to our home. The meals were for senior citizens. The police delivered them in person, to home bound senior citizens. Most senior citizens drove to town to sit down in a place to eat their lunches , and talk. Mom was a senior so why not take advantage of her right to a delicious cooked meal that was often made near our local city hall . A patrol car would pull up in our yard, and a uniformed officer would hand carry into our house trailer a foam box that had sweets, and choice snacks in it. Mom loved her jello with the fruit cocktail , and her various flavored puddings , and main meals . Her, and Becky would chow down side by side. Mom would sit in her recliner, and Becky sat in her motorized wheelchair. Denise, a police officer would say something like, " How are you guys doing today ?" Becky would say something like " Were doing fine." Mom would usually gaze at Denise, and steadily offer a half smile. The deputy would leave saying something like , " Well you all have a great day Mr's Victoria, and Miss Becky . You be good Becky ."
My bows bring back sweet, and warm memories of loving times we had with mom, and Becky together.
Exercise, and hobbies do relieve stress, and worry. However I kind of accepted the fact that God only grants us all only a certain portion of time so why not share moments if you can with cherished hearts we love.
Mother, and Becky, and Joann , and I shared wonderful moments together. We went shopping in supermarkets together. It took a while to put mother in her wheelchair, and Becky in her wheelchair in our orange 1975 Ford van. Joann worked very hard dressing them up. My mother had to be dressed too.
I taught mom how to use a riding cart at the markets, but I had to watch her very carefully. When she could not drive it safely anymore, I simply pushed her while she was in her wheelchair, and as Joann pushed Becky. Somehow we managed to bring home two, or three baskets of groceries. Friends would say hello, and people would casually glance at us. Everyone was nice. It was as if it was our time to take the slow lanes in life, and people understood what we had to do .
Inevitably time ran out for my mama. It was time for her to leave earth, and meet the angels in Heaven. We visited the hospitals. I stayed with mother for weeks, visiting her every day, and I did my best to do everything that was right. Sometimes Joann, and Becky came with me to the hospitals, but Joann had her hands full with Becky. It was not easy for Joann to be with mother, and I all the time.
My mother reached out to us from a hospital bed before she died , and went to see the angels. Her hand was shaking like it was gentle, and tired, and she reached out for Becky's hand. I don't know how she could see us but she did somehow. Becky touched my mother for the last time of my mother's existing life.
When my mother was at peace I sat beside her, and I reached behind her back, and embraced her , and I hugged her lifeless body , and I cried , and told her we loved her, and a nurse touched my shoulder, and I knew it was time for us to go so that mother's eighty year old body could be with God in Heaven , and with the angels, and with the galaxies, and the stars, in eternity.
I never used my bows anymore. I put them away. I closed up my compound bow in a soft bow case, and carefully put it away in my closet.
It's been years since I used my bows . You know I need to paint my mother's grave, and my father's one with some good silver paint. You know I also miss my dog Wolf, and our dog Arthur, and our sweet horse that belonged to Becky . They were part of our family . Their all gone.
Sometimes I feel sad over souls we lost. Maybe this is why Christ will not allow people live forever. It would be horrible to live too long. God has life set up I guess the way it has to be.
I would also like to share some self help methods that I used in order to reduce stress, and anxiety when I experienced later in my life . 1. The first thing you may want to try is deep breathing. Breathe as deeply as you can, and slowly breathe out as if your blowing a stream of air gradually at a large delicious plate of meatballs, and spaghetti.
2. The next thing you need to do is to either think to yourself, or say to yourself " My situation is not so bad. Everything that has happened to you is actually normal. Stuff happens to everyone. We all lose someone we love. We all lose jobs. We all have cars that break down. Maybe you need to change your environment a little. Maybe you should take a walk in your yard , and enjoy a little fresh air.
3.Tell yourself that nothing is going to swallow you, or consume you whole.
4. If debts are strangling the life out of you, tell yourself this: If I lose my job today, I could still probably just file Bankruptcy, or perhaps I would only lose and extra car. As for your good credit, if you lose it you may be doing yourself a favor without it because that is how you got deep into debt in the first place.
5. What can you do about you're anxiety if you have a very ruthless supervisor ,or boss. Tell yourself this. If my boss yells at me, or fires me, I will do my best to control myself, and I will report him, or her too the nearest government unemployment agency. I will complain about being abused, and report him, or her to proper authorities, or perhaps hire a lawyer to file a legal action . If my boss abuses me, or abuses me in any mental way, I may file ,and action against the company, or the boss, or both. Actions will also be reported to the Better Business Bureau, and I would find, or seek better employment . "
A lot of unfortunate things happened in my life. I had acute anxiety every day, every morning before going to a miserable abusive job where a supervisor was vicious as hell. Every morning I felt I was dying , and suffering from massive heart failure , or high blood pressure. I was sick all the time because of anxiety. My supervisor was so awful that he screamed at workers until they could not stand up. Their knees would shake , or give way. I really wanted to do something about him, but I needed my job. My troubles became worst when I defended all the women at work that he yelled at. He was a real screw ball , and was a former police officer. I was a deputy sheriff for a long time, but I never became a mean screwball like him .
The funny thing about it all was that he really liked me. I thought I could put up with him , and could take all his nonsense that he was dishing out to others. I picked him for my supervisor intentionally so that he would leave other workers alone. I had to find another job. I filed for unemployment compensation because of his constant baloney, and I received my benefits very easily . I wish I would have filed a great big legal action for what went on, and I wish I would have encouraged a class action suit against the entire company for allowing him to be the way he was.
I finally kept telling myself this in order to relax, and it did help me.
6. Why in the devil am I so uptight with anxiety. I was a deputy. I did a lot of dangerous work in my life, and I never had anxiety when I did it.
Anxiety can hurt you if you let it run your life. Tell yourself that life is not so awful as you may think it is. Life is beautiful. We live in a free country. If you do not like your job, then take your time, and find yourself another one, or a better one. No one is ever going to eat you up alive .
My disabilities today were the result of anxiety that got out of hand . In one job I went to work with a large inflated rubber donut so I could sit down on my breaks because without my stomach was messed up. Anxiety, and allowing unnecessary baloney get on my nerves caused me to acquire congestive heart failure, kidney failure, diabetes, pulmonary breathing problems, or COPD with acute chronic bronchitis. My back was also shot to living hell, and I could not even stand up, and walk properly . My back was also in excruciating agonizing pain when I worked. I had a hounds tooth full of doctors at our charity hospital.
The funniest thing about it all was that when I was a deputy sheriff, I never had anxiety. I believe everyday life just plain did me in. It was simple everyday baloney that almost killed me, not the guns, or shooters , or criminal violence, or crime fighting that took a toll on me. It was just plain simple harmless crap.
I was never able to cure myself of anxiety, and I still have to wrestle with it now , and then, but at least I know how to deal with it a whole lot better. I think I am close to living a pretty normal life because of what I learned about anxiety.
Tell yourself these important things. Life is wonderful. Friends are fun, and interesting, and love, and happiness is great. Don't let anything steal your joy. Don't let worries steal your joy. Have fun. Have hobbies. Enjoy good food. Watch good movies. Listen to beautiful music. Learn to play some kind of instrument, and find a way to tap into your personal creative self. Learn to make things, or write beautiful hubs. Enjoy life. Share family time with your children. Learn to be close, or near the people you love. Enjoy cooking, and enjoy watching the people you love that eat what you cook. Live your life, and help the people you love to enjoy their lives too. Because when you help other people you will find joy in that as well. Never put your mind too much on yourself. Think about other people too.
God Bless Everyone.