Time To Shinola

Those close to me know about my passion for watches.  I would work just to buy watches, if I could, and even consider passing on my transplant to help support my watch addiction; well, you get the idea.  R.J. King, who has quickly become my partner in crime around the D, invited me to attend the ribbon cutting of the Shinola store in Detroit.  I was so excited to be a part of such a historic event in Detroit, while fueling the flames to my heated love affair with watches.  It was a great evening, running into friends of mine through business, as well as meeting new friends that night.  As if the night could not get any better, he gave me my very own Shinola watch.  I was floored.  I now own a piece of Detroit history.  Built in Detroit...that's how it should be.

I think that there is an underlining meaning when it comes to my love for watches.  Time.  Time is a tricky thing.  I have felt as though time was not on my side when I was first diagnosed, hearing that I might only have a short amount of time to live, unless I found a bone marrow match.  Then time, as it always does, kept moving and it seemed like it was moving so fast.  To everyone’s surprise, I blew through my "D" date and, what do you know, time was suddenly on my side!  It was my friend, rather than my enemy, and I was making the most of the time I had here; I was alive and living each day with appreciation that I never had before cancer.
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I still feel as though time is on my side, as I get ready for the fight of my life; truly, fighting for my life.  I fight for more time; time to spend with my son, my family and to see what else God has in store for me.  The hands on my Shinola watch will continue to tick, to move and carry me forward.  It is now my time to SHINOLA.

Shinola ribbon cutting party