Arts in Performance & Physical Culture

Arts in Performance & Physical Culture Artist at heart, health & wellness, yogi, private and group live/online classes. Bodyworker, Qigong, and Meditation. Aspiring to Inspire, until expiring. Uplift.

My daughter stated- Love. Be Great.

11/26/2025
11/26/2025

❤️

11/25/2025

Play as if your life depends on it!

11/23/2025
11/23/2025

In late 1956, Humphrey Bogart’s health had deteriorated so severely that doctors prepared him for a complex surgery to remove part of his esophagus, already ravaged by cancer. The grim atmosphere at his Holmby Hills home stood in stark contrast to the bright, commanding presence he had once carried onto the sets of "Casablanca" and "The Maltese Falcon." The disease had taken over his body with such force that he could hardly swallow food, and speaking for any length of time exhausted him. As the date of his surgery neared, Bogart asked his wife, Lauren Bacall, for a few private minutes with their children, Stephen, who was eight, and Leslie, who was four.

In the quiet of his bedroom, Bogart struggled to lift himself from the pillows. His once-powerful frame had shrunk, his cheeks hollow under the weight of months of illness. Bacall later recalled how his hand trembled as he beckoned the children to come closer. She waited by the door, feeling her throat tighten. Stephen, sensing that something important was happening, slipped his small hand into his father’s palm, while Leslie clung to the hem of Bogart’s dressing gown. He motioned for them to sit on the edge of the bed so he could look at them without strain.

In that hushed moment, Bogart did not mention the films he had made or the accolades that had followed him for decades. His focus remained fixed on the people who mattered most. With a deliberate effort, he drew a breath and kissed Stephen’s forehead, then leaned to touch Leslie’s hair. Bacall later described how his voice sounded low and uneven when he spoke the words that would stay with his children forever: “Take care of your mother. She’s my heart.”

Stephen Bogart, who later recounted this scene in interviews and his memoir "Bogart: In Search of My Father," said that the clarity of his father’s tone left an indelible imprint. Even as a child, he understood that it was a farewell. Bogart’s eyes, dimmed by illness, still held the intensity that had captivated audiences for years, and for a brief second, the children saw a trace of the man who had been larger than life.

The following morning, Bogart was transported to the hospital. Bacall remained by his side as nurses prepared him for surgery. She had watched him fight each day to stay present for their children, determined that his illness would not consume every trace of the father they loved. When Stephen and Leslie visited later, Bogart could no longer lift his head to greet them. His strength had faded quickly after the operation, and the medications left him drifting in and out of awareness. That afternoon in the bedroom turned out to be the final time he was fully conscious in their presence.

Bacall wrote in her memoir "By Myself and Then Some" that this last goodbye encapsulated everything Bogart valued. No grand speeches about legacy or courage, only a plea that his children protect the woman he adored. She recalled feeling torn between overwhelming sorrow and a deep gratitude that he could still express love with such purity.

In the years that followed, Stephen shared how that memory shaped his understanding of his father. The public image of Bogart as the cool, unflinching hero never felt as real to him as the fragile figure who had whispered a final request with all the strength he could muster. The tenderness of that moment offered a glimpse into the private world few ever saw, a world where a father’s devotion eclipsed fame and acclaim.

As Bacall prepared to leave the hospital each evening, she would pause in the corridor to gather herself, knowing that at home, two children waited for news they could scarcely comprehend. The last words Bogart spoke to them would remain etched in their hearts, a testament to a love he believed was worth every effort to protect.

In that dimly lit room, Humphrey Bogart gave his children something no illness could take, the memory of a father’s voice, steady with love, even as everything else slipped away.

11/22/2025
11/20/2025

Here’s a photo I took several months ago.

Progress isn’t measured by perfection, but by the courage to keep going. I’m still setting goals, pushing forward and choosing discipline over comfort. No matter your age, keep striving for the best version of yourself.

God Bless,
Chuck Norris

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