Hi everybody! Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
You know, when I was ill, if you added up all the time I was in the hospital and rehab hospital, just shy of two years. I couldn’t watch TV, nor could I read. The only thing I could really do was listen to music and think about my past. Here’s a couple of examples of what I would think about:
Here’s three good reasons why you shouldn’t drink and drive. Tommy / John / and Kathy. You see, they were three good friends I had in high school. They were on their way back from a wine tasting and they were almost home, but they ran right into a big tree. All three of them gone. Done. Finito. It was very sad. Now, Tommy and John were on my track team. Kathy was the very first girl I had a crush on, and the very first girl I asked out. I still remember where she was sitting when I asked her out. I was so nervous. Anyway, we went out to dinner and at dinner I was very nervous. We were talking and I was gesturing with my fork and food, and the piece of steak on the end of my fork flew off and almost hit the table next to us. It was mortifying, but pretty funny. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my father had to drive us because I didn’t pass my driver’s test to get a license. That was rather awkward. Hey, I did get a kiss at the end of the night. That was awesome, and my first kiss. Oh, and I’m not talking about my father. I’m talking about Kathy.
It was tough though. I had to go to a few funerals in one day. Kathy’s funeral was real rough. As they lowered the casket into the ground, her little sister dove onto the casket and said, “Please don’t go!” It was emotionally brutal. But I guess we all have stories like this right? Guess that’s high school.
Whenever I think about the sadness of death, I think about the happiness of birth, specifically the birth of my daughter. It was pretty cool to witness. She came out from behind the sheets. She was looking around like, “What the Hell?” She looked totally confused. I said, “Welcome!” and she looked over at me. Now, I can’t put into words the feeling you get when you make eye contact with a kid like that. It’s pretty awesome. Anyway, they cleaned her up and passed her to her mom. It was a pretty cool moment and something I’ll never forget.
Another story I would often think of was pretty cool. Remember, before I told you my parents took us out of school and we traveled the world. One spot I lived in was in a small town in the south of France. It was cool cause we not only lived there, but went to school. My dad painted as well. The house was pretty primitive. It was a stone house with no indoor plumbing. It had an outhouse. It was basically like camping. But we didn’t mind. I mean, I thought it was cool. It was like a big adventure. I found old roman coins, an old roman spear tip. It was fun. We helped the local farmers bring in the hay. A great memory.
The last thing I’ll share with you because I could go on and on, but the last thing I’ll share was when I ran across the United States. It was me and eleven other guys. We ran a continuous relay, day and night for the whole way. So basically, you would run two miles and rest for two hours before you ran again, and within those two hours of rest, you had to eat, sleep, take your turn at driving the van, and use the bathroom. Man! That motor home smelled like a 20 year old athletic sock that’s never been washed. Any reporters that wanted to do an interview, we made them do the interview in the motor home. We all had a good laugh all the time. But, Ill tell you, now, I know where the word finish line comes from, cause when I got across the line, I was finished. We all ran across the line together.
That’s it for this week. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
