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The Temperature of the Dead

“The Temperature of the Dead.” Sounds like the title of a horror movie. Happy

Here in California, throughout this COVID-19 pandemic, many stores, doctor’s offices, restaurants, and other businesses have taken everyone’s temperature whenever they are attempting to go inside. They are doing this to keep those feverish individuals from entering the facility and infecting other customers and patrons. They have an employee standing there with their trusty digital thermometer in hand ready to point it at your forehead or wrist.

The pandemic has thankfully been waning here in the U.S. I know in other parts of the world it is still blowing up. India is a horrible mess, as are places like Brazil and Peru. Even Japan is having a forth wave. Sad, very sad. A lot of people have died.

Though the temperature checks have been lessoning here in Cali., there are still some places that do them. I got one yesterday when I was about to go into this antique store. As is always the case, they tried and tried but my numbers were too low. The untrained employee couldn’t figure out what was going on. In some cases, they have even called the manager up front to take my temperature. This always makes me smile. Like I continually express, “I guess I’m dead.”

Here’s the thing… For whatever reason, I have a very low body temperature. Why that is, I don’t know. Back before I was getting virtually daily temperature checks, I never really thought that much about it. But, even the last time I went to see my doctor; the nurse had to turn the thermometer on and off a few just to make sure it was working—to make sure I was still alive.

I could make all kinds of jokes about how, “Cool,” I am and all that… But, I don’t/won’t. It’s just who I am. I have a low body temperature. I guess I’ve existed like that forever. Due the low quality of the digital thermometers everyone is now using; it really freaks most people out.

Have you ever thought about how you are different? Do you ever study how you are different? Some people are quite obviously different. They have that very obvious something. Then, there are things like this low temperature I rock, it can’t be seen at all. But, it does make me different.

So, here we are—here you are; there is something different about you. What is it? Do you let it define you? Do you hide it? Is it something that everyone can see? Is it something that no one can see? Whatever it is, it makes you, at least in part, who and what you are. What are you? Is that difference the definition of your life? Do you let it define you? Are you proud of it? Are you ashamed of it? How does that difference, that you are, truly define who and what you have become in your life? How does it define what you will become?

Take a moment and really think about how your difference has come to define the who and the what you are. By knowing that, you consciously come to a better understating of
you.

…Maybe you’re like me, walking around with the temperature of the dead Happy