This Much I Know

Saturday, January 29, 2022

The Tennis Shoes 



“A wise man will hear and will increase learning. “

 

   “A wise son heareth his father’s instruction”

 

 

There are lessons to be learned in our daily lives, if we will be open our minds and when we are rebuked, and realize that we can learn and do better!  My Dad’s rebukes (lessons) always make me a better person, when I listen, and I was reminded while reading Proverbs, “He who he loves he corrects!” I was very loved and was blessed with the best parents who taught me the important lessons in life.


The Tennis Shoes Lesson

 

 When I was young, I loved to play outside, and one game I loved to play was football with my buddies. Playing a lot of football and playing on dirt and in the street, it seemed like I went through a lot of tennis shoes. Tennis shoes were what we wore, and I never really thought about the brand or the style much until one time I saw a commercial for a pair of green and white tennis shoes.  I was enamored with the color and the look.  I guess somehow, I thought if I had a pair of tennis shoes like those, I would be able to run faster, jump higher and overall, just look cool.  

 

When my current pair wore out, I was hoping to get a new pair of green and white, cool shoes; However, when my dad brought home my new shoes, they we not the new style green and white shoes. The new pair fit perfectly and, truth be told a lot better for the money, the green and white pair were very expensive due to the fact it was a new brand of shoes. I learned later in life that sometimes you pay more for the name than the actual quality; however, at that time but being young and immature I had not learned that lesson yet. 

After just getting the new tennis shoes I headed out the door right when a game of football was getting going.  The lot that we were playing in was muddy, which made it fun to play football, but it was not good for brand new tennis shoes.  After, playing for an hour or so of playing, I headed home.  I was not thinking much about the mud or my new tennis shoes when I went into the garage. Inside the garage was our car, a 1967 Green Impala and my Father. When I emerged from behind the car my Father looked at the mud all over me and then looked down at the brand new tennis shoes he had just given me a few hours before. He looked surprised and a little frustrated of course. “Not the best way to treat new shoes, Daren. Why didn’t you just wear your old shoes?” His question was a great question, and I should have learned from that simple question, as he was 100 percent right.  I still to this day don’t understand why I said what I said next.  The words still haunt me, but in some ways because I said them, I learned one of my greatest lessons. 

 

 

“What does the mud really matter? They are just crappy brand shoes anyway!”. I said, kind of quiet but loud enough for my Father to hear.   I knew as soon as I said those words it was wrong. The shoes we not crappy, I was just acting like a spoiled kid.  But, I had said the words, and then I saw the look on my dad’s face, and it was not a look for happiness!  I had hurt him, and just as bad or worse, I had not been in the least grateful for his hard work and his sacrifice in making my life very easy. I had the best of all I needed, and he made it possible.  Anyway, the smugness of my words, and the total lack of respect and gratitude was more than he could stand.  In a flash he took off after me and to this day I give thanks for the 1966 Green Impala that I was able to run around while he chased me around the car trying to catch me.  He was moving so fast I still don’t know how I stayed in front of him, but I did.  As I was circling the Impala, I was apologizing fast and furious, as this lesson was sinking in fast and sinking in deep.  I had been a jerk and thankfully my Dad could sense I meant my apology and somehow the lesson of respect and gratitude was learned.  After a few more circles running around the car, he calmed down and we both stopped. I told him how sorry I was, and I truly meant it and to this day I still mean my words of apology.  Frankly I still am embarrassed at myself and my actions that day for the way I acted.  What a great lesson and I believe it was the first and last time, I ever showed a lack of respect and a lack of gratitude for all the amazing things my Father has done for me and our entire family.  I am also thankful for our Green 1966 Impala that saved my life that day 

 

A wise son heareth his father’s instruction, and I must add a wise son also watches and learns from his Father’s actions, and if he does he is blessed. 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, June 5, 2016

365 Days of Gratitude #12 Helping Hands

Fishing season had just opened and I was excited to head to Pineview Reservoir with my Dad and Grandpa after school.  I took a day off of work and homework at the end of the school year was pretty light ( of course if truth was being told I wasn’t that good of a student in High School, but Homework was light, and so I added that  for good measure for my kids) so it was going to be a good night for fishing.  Fishing back in the late seventies had an opening day and a closing day, so fishing seemed more special back then. I think I believe it was more special because it was something I did with my Dad and Grandpa on a regular basis and it seemed I learned something from them every time I would fish with them.  The time I spend with my Dad shaped my life. I didn’t know at the time how lucky I really was but even then I had a sense how special it was that I was blessed to spend time with him and my Grandpa fishing.
We stopped in Ogden and picked up my Grandpa and grabbed a few sandwiches my Grandma had made with her hands and we headed up Ogden canyon. I loved Ogden canyon and not just because it is a beautiful canyon, but because there was a huge water pipe that traveled the length of the canyon from Pineview Reservoir, to the city, to provide water to the city. I loved that pipe because my Grandpa Standing had been hired to crawl through the pipe and look for holes or gaps in the steel sections.  If there we holes that weren’t fixed of course the pipe would It was a hard job and I could not imagine crawling on his hands and knees with the bugs and heat to complete that job. My Grandpa did it because he needed the money to provide for his family.  He did it out of Love for his wife and kids. I also guess he did it because he knew how important of a job it was for an entire city. His hands had been used to provide a service that still is helping people to this day.
We arrived at the spot we thought would be good fishing. It was along the old highway that had been covered by water when the Dam was build. When we showed up there were a lot of cars which was both good and bad.  Good from the point that people always seemed to know when fishing was hot and bad from the stand point there were going to be a lot of fishing lines in the water. After walking down the road we put on our waders and headed into the water.  The water was very murky and you could not see where you were stepping so you had to go fairly slow and take small steps as you could not see the bottom.  My Dad reminded me that somewhere in front of us was a channel where the river use to run, so it was much deeper in the channel than the area around it.  We found some open space and casted our lines into the water.  It didn’t take long before we were catching fish at a pretty quick pace. The pace was so fast I do not recall a time before or after that we ever caught as many fish at the rapid pace we did that night.
After a period of time I caught what felt like a huge fish and I started to reel it in. As it got close to where we standing I thought I was going to lose the fish so I stepped forward to get get it in quicker so I could grab it. The next thing I knew, I was going down in water fast and I was completely under water before I even realized what had happened.  It happened so fast,  I could not even realize that I was truly in great danger at that moment as 1) I am not a great swimmer, 2) the water was so murky no one would know where I was and 3) due to my waders that i had tied on my levis,  I was sinking fast and deep, and to try and get them off to get back to the surface would have been very difficult if not impossible. At that certain time in my life, the chances of me drowning were about 100 percent due to the depth of the water and my lack of swimming skills.
Without even missing a beat, my Dad, who I believe is just as bad a swimmer as me, and I also think is a little scared of the water, somehow moved though the water in lighting speed and reached down in the murky water with his hand and located me and pulled me back onto the ledge of the channel with such speed and strength that I was shocked to be completely under the water one moment and back on solid ground the next. I will never forget how powerful I felt his grip as he grabbed me.  Without thinking of himself of worrying about falling in the water himself he saved my life quickly and completely. If was as if he did it second nature and without any thought of the circumstances.  I knew at that moment my Dad would always be there for me to extend a hand to help and save me if needed. I have never had to worry if my parents would be there to extend a helping hand and even save me if necessary.  Because of my parents love for their children, it has never been a second thought for me to also be there for my kids in time of need.  We teach by example and I had the best examples from my mom and dad, and where much is given much is required.

God and his Son are always there to extend their hands to help as we ask and I love the pictures where Jesus is reaching his hand to lift someone up from lower to higher places. Luckily I learned this principal by example in my home from a loving Mom and Dad who were taught by my Grandparents.  
I am grateful for Helping Hands

#daren Hogge

Friday, April 29, 2016

365 Days of Gratitude - #11 Lessons Learned when you realize you were wrong - Don't Judge

As you have learned from my previous posts, I love the game of baseball.  It reminds me of life, both the good and the bad.  A lot of the actual game is based on judgements of another individual over someone else.  A strike to one umpire may not not be a strike in the judgement of a different umpire. Frankly sometimes a judgement placed is just plain wrong, it is way off base so to speak. Oh the anger we feel when we see an injustice towards ourself or someone we love. Last night I learned I am guilty of this very act and I am thankful that I did not cause harm to another, the harm was really to myself being judgmental of someone else.  I learned along time ago I am not perfect and try not to judge others, but last night I learned I am not as far as I thought I was in trying to be better.

I also love the little league world series. A game that kids are having fun and doing the best they can and because they are kids you witness pure emotion.  They make amazing plays and make mistakes, just like life!

Back in 2001, a player emerged that caught the attention of the entire country.  A young man from the Dominican Republic who spoke little english.  He was dominating and won every game he pitched by margins that were not even close. In fact he threw a perfect game and struck out everyone except two players. A perfect game the first one since about 1955 I believe!  He was amazing.  A kid from the Bronx was bigger than the Yankees and everyone instantly fell in love with this kid. He was easy to like and easy to cheer for! However, with that kind of attention comes people who want to know more. People who will investigate all facts surrounding the circumstances. People started digging and soon a huge question was being asked, was he really only 12? They found two birth certificates and one was showing he was not 12, but 14.  The rules  do not allow kids 14 to play in the Little League World Series.  A few days later is was shown he was in fact 14.  I remember how disappointed I was personally.

to be continued ....

Saturday, March 26, 2016

365 Days of Gratitude - #10 Baseball

I love baseball.
I love the lessons baseball teaches.
I love the game, a game that teaches you life is hard. A game that you have to takes chances every second to succeed and the realization that many of the chances that you take are necessary for success but often end in failure.
Failure is part of the game, just as failure is part of life. There is no escaping it, but without taking a risk it is impossible to win.  Think about that for a moment and you will realize it to be true.

One must step into the batters box where the advantage is in the corner of the pitcher. A great batter fails 6 put of 10 times and most likely 7 or 8 out of 10 times. Those who do get paid millions of dollars to fail.   Don't be afraid to to step in the batters box, for if you don'f failure is certain and boring.

To "steal" a base to advance and help your team you must leave the safety of the bag. No one is fast enough to keep one foot on the bag and steal a base. Most likely the player will be thrown out for trying but the reward is putting your team in position to win. YOU MUST TAKE RISKS to get a reward that will allow you to win.

Not every call will go your way.  You may get called out on a strike that is not a strike, You may slide safe at home only to be called out. You will get upset and realize a mistake was made but the call will most likely stand and there will be nothing you can do about it to change the outcome.  You can either move on or freeze and not advance anymore.  CHOSE TO MOVE FORWARD.  For those who cannot let it go and move on are eventually ejected from the game. The game gets tired of those who lose their control.  But i also love the fact there is always another game and an ejected player gets another chance to start fresh and is not punished in a new game for past actions. However, a player is also not rewarded for past success in a new game, they start over and must earn rewards every game. It must be earned.

Yes, baseball is slow moving sometimes, like life. However, each action and intention figures into winning or losing, just like life.

Baseball is life.  But don't let the fear of striking out keep you out of the game!

I soon will smell baseball in the air and I will remember the games my boys played in and I will smile and think of the lessons learned from baseball

PLAY BALL

Saturday, January 30, 2016

365 Days of Gratitude - #9 Hand Me Downs

Today I give thanks for the many items I have in my life that once belonged to others.  Others like my Grandparents, both on my Father and Mother's side as well as both my parents and Lisa's parents.

(Before I go on, I want to take a moment and say how grateful I am that all four of our parents are alive and doing well. I realize more each day how lucky I am to be able to say that today and how truly blessed I have been to always have them in my life. 53 years of knowing I have two of the best people on this earth and in my life to guide and direct me and when necessary, correct me, to be the best person I can become on a daily basis.  As well as a loving and supporting wife for 32 years. I pray I will never take them or others for granted.)

Today as I was working on a project in the house I went to the garage and used two separate tools, one that once belonged to my Grandpa Hogge ( Ray Arichibald) and the other to my Dad (Glen Ray).  As I held these tools and finished my project I had a flood of memories of the past and how lucky I was to learn from three of my Grandparents ( My Grandpa - Barclay Standing passed way before my birth but nonetheless still left " Hand me Downs" that I reflect on daily and I am blessed by).

For may things I personally prefer Hand Me Downs over new items and give thanks for the lessons and material things given to me from my ancestors whom I Love dearly. I hope someday my Children and Grandchildren will give thanks for the Hand Me Downs they will receive from me!

Saturday, December 19, 2015

365 days of gratitude - #8 Mt. Fuji

Today as I sit in my hotel room in Tokyo, Japan I am blessed to be able to open the curtains to my large window and see Mt. Fuji in the distance rising above the city.  I love this Mountain and I must say it is my favorite mountain outside of the United States and maybe my favorite of all.  You see my Father, once climbed to the top of this mountain when he was younger.  He was a brave young Navy Cadet stationed in Japan during the Korean war and day accepted the challenge, along with other cadets to climb to the top!  He reached this goal and wrote his name in a book at he time and looked over the city of Tokyo.

Each time I come to Japan, I admire this great mountain and picture my dad on top.  In the 6th grade I did a 50 page report all about Japan.  I chose Japan, as like my sisters before me, to honor my Father who told us about it and brought back souvenirs to cherish forever.  I love that fact that Mt. Fuji will always be here each time I come, and its legacy will last to millions of others, even after I am gone. Just like my Dad, who climbed to the top of Mt. Fuji and left a legacy for me and my family.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

365 days of Gratitude #7 Microwave Oven

My 32 Year Old Microwave

It seems a little strange, even to me who is writing this, that #6 of my gratitude journal would be giving thanks to an appliance, but today I am thankful for our microwave oven that was given to Lisa and I as a gift from my parents almost 32 years ago.  Yes, you read that right, 32 years ago.  Now I don't have proof but I must believe it was the oldest functioning microwave oven in the entire wold until it stopped working last week while we were away on a business trip.

You wonder, why was it is so painful for me to see our microwave break.  For many it would be a happy time as they could get a new, better, appliance. For me its been a time to reflect.

1) My parents gave us this gift that we could never have afforded for ourselves 32 years ago.  It always reminds me how giving and supportive my parents have been of my and my family since day one of our marriage.

2) When I get home late and was in a hurry I could always count on my microwave to be there for me.  It never let me down with the exception of a few times its light burned out. It was consistent and I could count on it.

3) I heated up food for my Grandma and Lisa's Grandma in it and they have since passed on.  It was a link to my relatives who were once with us and taught me to be a better person

4)  I have heated up food for my parents and Lisa's parents who are still with us today. I give thanks everyday they are.

5)  I relied on the Microwave clock to be on time. To know what time it is everyday.  I changed it twice a year due to day light savings and it was a tradition that I changed its clock first as the elder statesman in the kitchen.

6) Everyone of our children used this microwave.  It is older than all of them. They have never known life without the reliability of this appliance.

7) I can't even think of how many times it was used and abused over the 32 years.  It never complained and was always there to help when asked.  A great lesson for me and others to learn from.

8) It worked for all kinds of food and other things.  It was not prejudice in any way.  Another lesson to learn for all of us.

I guess the thing I will remember the most is that it heated up ever single baby bottle that my children drank.  It was a direct tie to my children that are now all grown up.  Someday they may be lucky enough to own their own microwave and I hope they have the same fond memories that i do our our microwave.

Rest is peace,  you have earned it!

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

365 Days of Gratitude - #6 New Grandson

I will never forget when my 9 year old son told me that when he had a son he was going to name him Easton.  At the time he was playing a lot of baseball and I think his favorite bat was Easton!  I smiled and thought that is pretty cute not realizing how serious he was about his statement.  Today my first Grandson was born,  Easton Tyler Hogge!  I am proud of my son and his wife Laura!  Pretty thankful to be a grandfather for the second time!

Sunday, September 20, 2015

365 Days of Gratitude #5 My Children

Today I am Grateful for all of my Children. Tyler, Austin, Dylan, Blake and Kailee. ( Listed in order of birth).  Also I love equally as much Laura ( the best Daughter in Law ever) and Sydney the cutest 2 year old in the world!    They all have so many talents and it has been my blessing to watch them grow.

I see only the good and its a true reflection on who is them truly is.  Always willing to help others in need and that is something to be thankful for each day

Friday, September 18, 2015

365 Days of Gratitude - #4 Q Sciences

Today I am thankful for our wonderful IBOs


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Thursday, September 17, 2015

365 days of Gratitude - #3 A lesson from my Dad

Lessons from my Dad

My Dad is my hero, always has been and always will.

As a young boy I learned the importance of serving others from my Dad. If anyone ever needed help he was the first to go,the first to leave whatever he was doing and go serve.  I recall a few times being in the middle of a game outside, or during the World Series it did not matter.  If our telephone rang we went out the door.  My Dad always leading, and me, reluctantly in most cases ( sad to reflect but a fact) following close behind.  "There will always be other games to play he said, but they need help right now."
As I reflect back, I don't remember one single score and in most cases who won ( with the exception of Carlton Fisk's Home run to win the game that I missed); but, I do remember the people we helped to this day!

When your sad, serve.  When you are happy, serve. Just serve.

I love my Dad

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

365 days of Gratitude - #2 My Mom and her lessons. Do Not Judge Others!

Day #2 A Life Lesson from my MOM

 Do not Judge Others


Today I am thankful for lessons from my beautiful Mom.  I have always known I was lucky and special and to reinforce this belief, I only had to look at my Mom each day as a kid.  She is perfect.  I knew it then and I know it even more today.

She taught me how to play ball, how to clean and most importantly how to be kind and not judge others.

When I was a very young boy, the church I grew up in had strict standards. Somethings we were warned against not to ever do and one of them was smoking.  Being young and ignorant in many ways, I will never forget the lesson my Mom taught me.

You see, we had a relative who smoked, and because of this I was a little scared of him.  I thought at that time, based upon what I had thought I had been taught ( the key word here is thought, as it was not what I really had been taught), this habit was about the worse thing anyone could do. Right up there with the worst of all sins.

Mom, Why does Uncle XXXXX smoke?  That is really bad Mom!!, is he not a nice person?

I remember My MOM looking straight at me, with a stern but kind look,  "Daren, all of us have challenges and all of us do bad things,  we all sin.  If all of our sins made us smell like smoke we would all stink very bad.   She went on to say, Smoking may be one of the least serious sins in the world  compared to the sins people do and hide from. Uncle XXXXX is a wonderful man.

WOW, her words hit me hard!  They still hit me hard.  Because even as a small boy I know if what I did wrong, made me smell like smoke, I would stink worse than many other people.

I would like to say I stopped judging that day, it still happens, but then I reflect quickly on this lesson from my and my judgement leaves just like a puff of smoke.

I love my MOM for what she taught me!

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

365 days of Gratitude - #1 Diamond lesson

As I woke up today, I realized that I wanted a challenge myself to recognize something I am grateful for.  I believe success follows happiness, not the other way around.  You don't get happy from successes, you do however, become successful from being happy.  That is a simple but proven fact,  It is amazing that all great things are truly simple when you break it down.

Today I am thankful for my wife.  it has been almost 32 years since we were married.  32 years is a lifetime.  There have been hard times and times that I think we both would wish were different.  Yet we have stayed the course and have stayed married.  We have beaten the odds and I believe we have been blessed for fighting for our marriage.  It many ways it is a fight.  The fight to be yourself, the fight to allow your spouse to be their self,  the fight to make sure your children are safe, growing, healthy, happy and can make mistakes and learn from them.

He name is Lisa and she is my wife.  I am thankful that we enjoy our time together.  Watching movies, playing tennis, four wheeling on Sundays and talking about our kids.  She is a great swim teacher and has taught hundreds of kids how to swim. I love to watch her teach them, even though the screams are hard to listen too.  She is dedicated to improving those around her.  She is a great friend to her friends and loyal to them  She works out everyday and has been a great example.

One story I love and will always cherish,  is the time Lisa lost the diamond in her wedding ring after 25 years of marriage.  Before we were married, I was making $2.87 an hour during school working full time and saved enough to buy her a ring. It was was we could afford.  She picked out the ring and the diamond and it was definitely her ring.  She loved it and I loved the fact that she was proud of it as I had worked very hard to buy it for her.  After it was lost, I was thinking that we were doing better financially and I would like to get her a much bigger diamond.  I thought all girls wanted to show off the size of the diamond. She calmly explained that she wanted the exact same size stone as before as it was just what she wanted then and was exactly what she wanted now.  That was impressive to me then and even more impressive to me now.  I loved her for that expression of character and love.

Today I am grateful to Lisa  for her expression of love and what is really important.

#daren hogge

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There's a Suicide Epidemic in Utah — And One Neuroscientist Thinks He Knows Why
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Living in Utah means packed powder in April, canyoneering in the clouds, snow-capped vistas so vivid they look Photoshopped — and the shortest average work week in the country. So it's not surprising that surveys show how much Utah residents love their outdoorsy, adventure-filled state.
But there's another side to Utah that isn't shown in surveys. Despite ranking as America's happiest state, Utah has disproportionately high rates of suicide and associated mood disorders compared to the rest of the country. In fact, it's the No. 1 state for antidepressant use. These polarized feelings of despondency and delight underlie a confusing phenomenon that Perry Renshaw, a neuroscientist at the University of Utah investigating the strange juxtaposition, calls the "Utah paradox."
Utah residents and experts are aware of the paradox, often attributing gun use, low population density and the area's heavy Mormon influence as potential factors. But Renshaw thinks he's identified a more likely cause for the Utah blues: altitude.
Renshaw believes that altitude has an impact on our brain chemistry, specifically that it changes the levels of serotonin and dopamine, two key chemicals in the brain that help regulate our feelings of happiness. America's favorite antidepressants (and party drugs) work by controlling the level of these chemicals in the brain. The air in Utah, one could say, works just like this.
Since moving to Utah in 2008, Renshaw has found mounting statistical, scientific and anecdotal support for his theory. If Renshaw's theory holds true, his work represents a major step forward in solving a long-standing mental health mystery.
Westward, ho?
Utah lies in a region of the country commonly known as the Rockies, the mountain states or even just "out west." To those who analyze violent death data, it's known as the "suicide belt."
According to the National Violent Death Reporting System, a surveillance system run by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Utah and other states in the Rockies consistently have the highest suicide rates in the country aside from Alaska. In the map below, the block of red — states with suicide rates over 14 per 100,000 people — is hard to miss.

Image Credit: KSL.com via CDC
Before heading west, Renshaw studied the effects of drug abuse on brain chemistry at Harvard Medical School. When he started working at the Salt Lake City Veteran Affairs' mental illness center five years ago, suicide research was a priority. Shortly after Renshaw arrived, a suicidologist presented a map depicting suicide rates.
"From the beginning," Renshaw said, recalling his developing eureka moment, "the statistical evidence seemed off the charts."
To see if statistics could help explain why so many mountain-dwelling Americans commit suicide, Renshaw analyzed data on altitude, suicide and mental illness over the last five years.
In a 2011 study published in the American Journal of Psychiatry, a group of researchers, including Renshaw, analyzed state suicide rates with respect to gun ownership, population density, poverty, health insurance quality and availability of psychiatric care. Of all the factors, altitude had the strongest link to suicide — even the group of states with the least available psychiatric care had fewer suicides than the highest-altitude states, where psychiatric care was easier to find.
In a follow-up study, Renshaw looked at instances of suicide that involved guns and those that didn't. Again, he found a positive correlation between suicide and altitude across the board.
Renshaw also used CDC violent death data to examine the relationship between altitude and mental illness. The elevation at which people live, he found, is a strong predictor of their mental health status.  

Image Credit: Perry Renshaw via Ranking America's Mental Health
Renshaw discovered research supporting his theory. Doctors from Case Western University, it turned out, were crunching numbers based on a similar hunch about altitude and suicide. In a 2010 study published in High Altitude Medicine and Biology, the Case Western group analyzed suicide rates across 2,584 counties in 16 states and found that suicides start increasing between 2,000 and 3,000 feet in all U.S. regions. The U.S. isn't a special case — analysis of suicide rates in other countries, including South Korea and Austria, bore similar results.
Psychology research has also made a connection between mental health and elevation. In a 2005 study, the Naval Health Research Center measured mood changes in Marines who left seaside San Diego for 30 days of strenuous training in the Northern California mountains. Before training, the Marines completed a self-evaluation of their levels of anxiety, dejection, fatigue and bewilderment, among other mood symptoms. They completed the same evaluation after training ended, and then again 90 days later. While their physical fitness improved during training, their mental health disintegrated. Before training, the Marines reported more balanced mood levels than average college-aged men. By the time they finished, they described mood symptoms comparable to those of psychiatric patients. Ninety days later, they were just as sad and agitated.
All of this evidence, Renshaw says, seemed too strong to dismiss as coincidental. Based on a comparison of suicide rates at sea level and at areas above 2,000 feet, living at a high altitude may make people 30% more likely to commit suicide.

Image Credit: Perry Renshaw via Journal of High Altitude Medicine and Biology
More than numbers
In addition to the statistical evidence, Renshaw collected anecdotes that supported his developing theory.
Five years ago in Park City, Utah, Renshaw presented his theory and his research on suicide. Afterward, he was approached by a female audience member who was part of a support group of women — women who began showing symptoms of anxiety and depression only after they moved to Utah. She was floored to hear Renshaw's theory, which made sense of her group's shared, confusing mental health issues.
And Renshaw also learned that the U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, Colorado, which sits 7,000 feet above sea level, struggled to hold on to out-of-state professors, who often left after a few months because they felt off, physically and mentally. Out-of-state students from low-altitude areas also fared worse academically than their in-state counterparts.
Renshaw himself undertook an informal study of researchers who moved to Utah from coastal areas and found that around 35% experienced new, often pronounced, symptoms of anxiety and depression.
Still, a host of evidence spoke to the other side of the paradox — the positive feelings associated with living in America's "happiest" state. Clinical trial participants who grew up in Utah and moved away, for example, often told Renshaw they returned home to the "call of the mountains." He spoke to researchers in Colorado who reported the same trend: People born and raised in the mountains moved to lower land and found themselves longing for their home state.

Salt Lake Valley. Image Credit: Scott Catron via Wikimedia Commons
Additionally, Renshaw became aware of a Latter Day Saints training center in Provo, Utah, where Mormons from around the country went to brush up on religious recruitment skills. He heard that many missionaries in training diagnosed with ADD stopped taking their medication within a few weeks of arriving at the center. This medical quirk dovetailed with statistics about ADD and ADHD — the rate of diagnosis in Salt Lake City is consistently 50% lower than ocean-hugging New York City.
Together, the stray statistics and stories about life out west tipped off Renshaw to a common culprit: altitude-induced oxygen depletion.
There is such a thing as too much fresh air
As anyone who saw Gravity knows, oxygen density decreases as altitude rises. Oxygen deprivation from high altitude induces a condition called hypobaric hypoxia, which ranges in severity based on how little oxygen is available. Some hypoxic effects are well known — nausea and headaches from altitude sickness, nosebleeds and lower alcohol tolerance, for example. But while physical afflictions associated with hypoxia have gained academic and mainstream attention, scientists have largely ignored its potential impact on mental health.
Renshaw believes that oxygen-poor air tampers with brain chemistry, leading to a drop in serotonin and an uptick in dopamine. Serotonin and dopamine are neurotransmitters, brain chemicals that relay signals between neurons and other cells. 
Serotonin, an inhibitory neurotransmitter, helps stabilize emotions. Antidepressants — SSRIs, (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor), which include Prozac and Lexapro — work by blocking the transport of serotonin back to the neurons, thereby increasing its supply in the brain.
Dopamine, an excitatory neurotransmitter, plays a vital role in our ability to focus. Too little dopamine can make us scatterbrained, whereas a dopamine increase causes hyper-concentration and feelings of euphoria. Caffeine, prescription drugs, including some ADD/ADHD medications, and illegal stimulants like cocaine and methamphetamine, work by increasing the availability of dopamine in our brains.
So why do some people enjoy the benefits of the Utah air's impact on increased dopamine levels, which should make us happier, and some fall victim to the impact on decreased levels of serotonin, which would make us more depressed?
The answer lies in how changes in neurotransmitter levels affect our individual brain chemistry.
As Renshaw's theory goes, serotonin deficiency exacerbates symptoms of pre-existing anxiety and depression, increasing the likelihood of becoming suicidal (mental illness is a factor in about 90% of suicides). People with an existing mood disorder, or a predisposition to mental illness, would be more sensitive to the effects of waning serotonin levels.
Women, who naturally have half as much serotonin as men, Renshaw said, are more likely to develop a mood disorder as a result of living in the mountains (about 24% of middle-aged women in Utah take an SSRI — double the national rate. The various anecdotes about anxious Utah women, Renshaw believes, bolster his theory).

From left to right, depiction of serotonin release in a control situation, affected by SSRI Prozac, and at a high altitude. Image Credit: Perry Renshaw
But those without a predisposition to mental illness will, on the flip side, feel happier. By Renshaw's estimates, the brain makes about 20% more dopamine in the mountains.
People who leave their hearts in Utah might be homesick for their family and friends, but they may also be missing the high of living up high. Outdoor junkies, Renshaw proffered, could be just that: junkies jonesing for some oxygen-deprived air.
Similarly, though Mormon missionaries attribute discontinuing ADD medications to a religious awakening, Renshaw proposes a more cynical explanation: Since ADD and ADHD are both dopamine deficiency disorders, these missionaries are trading one source of dopamine enhancement for another.
Utah pharmacies are dispensing SSRIs in droves, especially to middle-aged women. But Renshaw isn't sure the pills are working. SSRIs don't create serotonin — they merely preserve what's already in the brain, thereby increasing the availability of a chemical that helps balance mood. Thanks to the blood-brain barrier, it's notoriously hard to treat neurologically-based disorders through traditional treatment methods, like pills, injections or adhesive patches. We can get medication into the bloodstream, but it won't actually reach the brain. For people who don't have any serotonin — perhaps because hypoxia decreased their already-low supply — SSRIs are probably no more effective than prescription-plan tic tacs.

Squaw Peak in Provo, Utah. Image Credit: Pastelitodepapa via Wikimedia Commons

Deer Valley ski resort. Image CreditSkyguy414 via Wikimedia Commons
A controversial theory
Renshaw's previous neuroimaging work at Harvard laid the foundation for his theory that oxygen deprivation affects brain chemistry. Using the same equipment that generate MRIs, magnetic resonance spectroscopy (MRS) lets scientists measure minute levels of neurotransmitters in the brain. Before shifting his focus to the altitude-addled brain, Renshaw used MRS to study the impact of drug abuse on brain chemistry.
"If I wasn't a spectroscopist and studying changes in brain chemistry associated with mood disorders," Renshaw said, "there's no way I would have figured out the connection between altitude and suicide."
Others didn't see it like he did. When Renshaw peddled his altitude-suicide theory around the mountain states in 2008, he faced prickly reception. Renshaw heard that Utah's governor at the time, Jon Huntsman, was disgusted that the state would fund the anti-Utah research. Huntsman's staff did not respond to a request for comment.
And Renshaw said he delivered a presentation at Mormon-stronghold Brigham Young University that provoked outrage among audience members. However, after he finished speaking, three students shared separate stories of friends or relatives committing suicide shortly after moving to Utah.
But Renshaw insists that mountain folk need not flee to the coasts based on his findings. Rather, understanding how altitude might affect brain chemistry is knowledge that can be used to improve mental illness treatment and, hopefully, curb suicide.
More and more, scientists are starting to see it how Renshaw does.
Doug Gray, a suicidologist at the University of Utah, has been studying suicide in the western mountain states for over 20 years. Whenever he makes a presentation, Gray said, he asks audience members why they think the region has such high suicide rates. People generally offer a cultural explanation, but Gray's never been persuaded.
"Nevada and Colorado also have high suicide rates," Gray said, reflecting on theories ventured over the years. "You tell me how Salt Lake City and Las Vegas have the same culture." 
About six years ago, Renshaw caught Gray's presentation at a conference where Renshaw was also scheduled to speak. Gray posed his usual question to the audience and, per Gray's recollection, Renshaw raised his hand and said, "Did you know that at high altitude, the brain goes through metabolic changes, and some people can adapt while others can't, based on their DNA?"
Gray's jaw dropped.
"Well," Gray recalls saying, "that would explain it."
Renshaw's work, in Gray's opinion, won't gain mainstream acceptance for a while. But, he believes the theory is only getting stronger, as Renshaw corroborates the mental illness-altitude connection through animal studies and clinical trials for natural substances to help treat some hypoxia-induced mood disorders.
Renshaw, too, is confident his findings are beyond the realm of a fluke, but he isn't willing to dismiss other explanations for the suicide-altitude connection, including studies on gun access. Multiple overlapping factors, he says, are likely in play.
Nevertheless, some environmental factors we commonly accept as relevant to our mental welfare seemed absurd less than a generation ago. In the 1980s, for example, experts were skeptical that depression could stem from seasonal shifts in sunlight exposure. But 30 years after seasonal affective disorder got its name, SAD sufferers plant themselves in front of light boxes to combat the winter doldrums without anyone raising any eyebrows.  
As a practical matter, Renshaw said, it's hard to study the impact of changing altitude on neurotransmitter levels in humans. But studies have looked at brain chemistry changes in rats at very high simulated altitudes — comparable to that of the Andes mountains — and seen serotonin levels drop while dopamine levels surged. Renshaw is currently conducting his own study on neurotransmitter levels in rats at different altitudes.
When it comes to subjects as biologically and environmentally thorny as mental health and suicide, Renshaw said, the answer is always more research.
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