I guess this is an extension to what I write every day. It’s personal without being personal. I don’t know if that makes sense. This is my outlet. Just trying to catch any new followers up with what this is about.
Knowing I had to go pick up those packages yesterday, I did some prior proper planning and asked my don, Sam, if he wanted to ride with me several days before. Rock Hill means one thing to him, Joe’s Classic Video Games.
My son is an avid collector of video games. It’s his passion if a twelve-year-old can have a passion. He collects older consoles as well. His oldest one being a Nintendo Game Cube (that will probably make a few who read this feel old.) The Game Cube is ancient tech to him.
So we rode together yesterday and were gone half the day. It was great!
When it’s just me and him we can just be guys. I’ve missed a lot of his school stuff this year. Awards, performances, Beta Club induction to name a few and this saddens me.
We talked about it a couple of nights ago, and he understands. But he shouldn’t have to. I should be there. Always.
Today is Sunday. We’ve rested and are preparing for another week.
Knives sharpened, nails trimmed (I consider them tools and weapons), and neat. Packed out the EDC bag. I probably carry too much but…
I was outside taking a mid-morning break when an older gentleman walked out of the store.
I watch the people around me and notice things. It’s a good habit.
This gentleman was wearing a heavy coat, red baseball cap, grey running shorts reminiscent of Army PT gear, flip flops, and socks. His gait wasn’t the steadiest. I thought that better footwear would be a good thing for him the way he was walking because one little slip off the curb and…
There he went. Straight to his right side, luckily not hitting his head but knocking the glasses from his face. The chicken and book he was carrying went flying. Embarrassing for anyone but for a man, especially older, this is a strike to the ego.
And I did something I’m ashamed of, and you’re thinking I laughed.
And if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know why I hesitated.
People. I don’t like being around people much, but I enjoy people—especially the elderly because they have so many stories and a lifetime of those stories to tell.
They’ve existed, like I have, in a time before social media and things like smartphones. We were connected to a world that didn’t have a signal. We were connected through actual relationships to people. Some of us still are.
I hesitated because, in this litigious society, you can have the best of intentions and still end up neck-deep in trouble you don’t want just by doing the right thing.
I don’t care; I still do the right thing. I just hate that I hesitated for a fraction of a second.
I ran over, and after a couple of tries, we got him back on his feet.
“Are you okay?”I asked.
“Yeah. That’s the second time this week.”
I’m thinking it’s only Monday.
“Thanks for helping. People don’t anymore,” he said.
People should. Maybe if we all did, it would make the world a better place.
People see what you do. Positive things people see others do can have a positive influence.
Someone’s always watching. You might think I’m talking about God, which is true.
But I’ve got someone else watching and learning from me. I can’t let him down.
I spent the day in an ER. After everything that happened this weekend, I started feeling some pains at work this morning that weren’t right, so I went to urgent care. They sent me to the ER to get an EKG and blood work done.
I’ll be the last to admit it, but I’m getting older, best to play it safe.
It turns out that my heart is fine, my lungs are fine, my bloodwork showed nothing abnormal.
I’m not immortal, but sometimes I feel like it. And that feeling will get me killed one day. So I’m going to start making some lifestyle and diet changes.
Because that’s part of being a good dad and a good husband, sticking around.