Monday, March 17, 2008

Dad was right!


Maybe the stories my dad told me when I was younger are true. The stories on how he rode a harley under a bus, jumped out of airplanes in the army, cooked for hundreds and my grandfathers restaurant. All the things he did when he was "younger". I naturally wanted to see him do them so I would say c'mon I want to see you jump out of a plane, prove to me you can ride a harley. Each time he would say "nah I'm too old for that bullshit", to which I would reply "oh cmon you're only as old as you think you are". He would look at me and chuckle and in front of his friends he would say "One day mijo you will be there too"!

Me? No he can't be serious, not me. I have too much to do. Places to go, people to see, I have no time for sleep much less getting old and complaining. I have to go live life and have fun. "Sleep is overated". "Pain is in your head". "Fear is a feeling, you feel hot you feel cold, fear is just a feeling fear cannot kill you." This is the stuff I used to tell myself.

Now if I remember correctly my dad told me all that stuff when we were fishing one night out in this muddy lake in Tornillo Texas. He told me how his back hurt from jumping out of those planes and how cooking for a restaurant full of customers sounds romantic but it is a HUGE amount of work. He said remember that your body pays for what you do to it. If you mistreat it it will let you know sooner or later. And crap wouldn't you know it, dad was right. My knees hurt from a skateboarding and football injuries. My shoulder hurts from bad hit, my back is screwed up from playing tackle foot ball on the hot asphalt. And my latest causality is my stomach. I used to have the stomach of steel, I could eat and drink almost anything. I laughed at spicy food, I would drink so much booze winos would gladly accept a blood donation from me just to get a buzz. But now I have to watch what I eat. No spicy food, no booze. I am on medication for pain, cholesterol, and high blood pressure. Crap I guess dad was right, I am paying for my past sins committed against my body. I do have to say though, it was fun getting here!

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