Funny how life gets so busy that we forget the little things.
Recently I had an anniversary that I totally forgot. This is not the usual anniversary
where I need to apologize to a woman or look for a new one. Drinking for me is
an issue. I cannot take just one drink and I have no control for like most
things, I only know two speeds: WFO (wide freaking open) or OFF. For years I
drank and did things that were to some bad. That life style came to an abrupt
halt and I was forced to make a simple choice. I had no question and made it
completely. Now my friends have a driver and I am in a better place. For my anniversary,
congratulations on a life choice that is better for you!
NO FEAR my ass, I am scared to death! For me I find this statement concerning. I have spent a large portion of my life in the service of others. Be it as a soldier, a security professional or a pseudo parent protection has been my life for longer than I care to remember. During my rough and tumble life I have been on both side of the coin, I have done good things for/too bad people and bad things for/too good people with ramifications that left scars all over my life. During my career I have seen great people and had the pleasure to speak candidly about some of the work they did. Across the board from all I spoken to, they all point to the standard definition of hero “one who does the job even though fear is paramount”. It is amazing that most never consider themselves hero’s just people doing the job as needed. In that I see and feel the same driving force: fear (like pain) reminds me I am alive and guides me. Fear makes me think, rethink, prepare, pack, unpack and repack. I vividly r
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