Hello fellow travelers!
I've never owned a firearm. I do think they are pretty exciting! Probably not very exciting to lots of soldiers around the world who might have dark stories regarding their firearms. Everyone seems to be battling something. Injustice, communism, socialism, pest infestation, celllulite, all must be battled. If you read, anything, you have read this line many times; "After battling whatever-type..Cancer, Jo Blow lost his brave fight," or this one, "After a long battle with ______ cancer, Mrs. Cleaver lost her fight..." I always wondered who exactly these people were fighting? What were they fighting with? What did the combatants wear? How do you know when it's over? When someone is dead?
I read in some book a character thinking something along the lines of, "I watched my Uncle die after a long period of time in the hospital. I never saw him 'in battle' like the newspaper said, he just got smaller and smaller in his hospital bed." I think I figured out the battle/cancer question or, at least part of it. It's not when you (or, more to the point, ME!) end up in the hospital, if you're in the hospital, it's because you're done. Done battling, done trying to get your life back, you have given up, all battles are probably long finished. The "Battle" is in the gym and the rehab center. The "Battle" for me is sweating as I slowly walk (with a walker, no less) a few hundred yards. I look forward to these Bataan Death Marches. I go to the gym every day, lift weights and ride the stationary bicycle until I am forcibly stopped. Make no mistake, this is where the rubber meets the road. It is the most difficult task I've ever attempted and it's life or death, I know that much. There is a time factor to all this retraining too. Feeling like I'm under seige 24/7 is a lonely and exhausting place to be. I can' t keep it up forever, neither can my pre-teen son, or my spouse. I wasn't doing that great before the stupid tumor, but I had no clue how bad things would get after the huge Astrocytoma was removed!
I continue to work, walk and "battle" as though my life depends on it! (because it probably does)
I've never owned a firearm. I do think they are pretty exciting! Probably not very exciting to lots of soldiers around the world who might have dark stories regarding their firearms. Everyone seems to be battling something. Injustice, communism, socialism, pest infestation, celllulite, all must be battled. If you read, anything, you have read this line many times; "After battling whatever-type..Cancer, Jo Blow lost his brave fight," or this one, "After a long battle with ______ cancer, Mrs. Cleaver lost her fight..." I always wondered who exactly these people were fighting? What were they fighting with? What did the combatants wear? How do you know when it's over? When someone is dead?
I read in some book a character thinking something along the lines of, "I watched my Uncle die after a long period of time in the hospital. I never saw him 'in battle' like the newspaper said, he just got smaller and smaller in his hospital bed." I think I figured out the battle/cancer question or, at least part of it. It's not when you (or, more to the point, ME!) end up in the hospital, if you're in the hospital, it's because you're done. Done battling, done trying to get your life back, you have given up, all battles are probably long finished. The "Battle" is in the gym and the rehab center. The "Battle" for me is sweating as I slowly walk (with a walker, no less) a few hundred yards. I look forward to these Bataan Death Marches. I go to the gym every day, lift weights and ride the stationary bicycle until I am forcibly stopped. Make no mistake, this is where the rubber meets the road. It is the most difficult task I've ever attempted and it's life or death, I know that much. There is a time factor to all this retraining too. Feeling like I'm under seige 24/7 is a lonely and exhausting place to be. I can' t keep it up forever, neither can my pre-teen son, or my spouse. I wasn't doing that great before the stupid tumor, but I had no clue how bad things would get after the huge Astrocytoma was removed!
I continue to work, walk and "battle" as though my life depends on it! (because it probably does)
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