There’s one interesting thing that happens to me each day. Sometimes, it makes me realize that my life sucks. Sometimes, it gives me insight on a problem I’ve been facing. Other times, it makes me laugh. On the odd chance, I’ll even cry.
Today was one that just left me in awe.
I was on-site in Ohio, and I had been here before and gotten to know everyone really well. Great group of guys and gals. Well, one of the guys and I were paired up in his vehicle to go out for the training, and when he gets in, he tells me that since my last time up (March), lots of things have changed. His wife of more years than I have been alive packed her bags, told him he could have everything else, and walked out. No explanation (at the time), no hints that it was coming, nothing. Just goodbye. Obviously, he’s having a hard time dealing with it. And over the course of the day, he told me more of the story, digging deeper and deeper into his soul, and sharing it with someone that he’d only known for a short period of time, and had met and talked to even less. I let him say his piece, because talking helps him. It was about 15 minutes before I left, that I realized how much I think I had meant to him, by doing nothing more than listen. He’s a good man, and I wish him the best.
His story made me want to start blogging again, because every day is new. From the time you wake up, until the time you go to sleep, memories are being made. I’ve killed off enough brain cells with alcohol that I’m afraid I’m going to lose something important one of these days, and before I forget, I want to make my story, and post it here. Sure, some nights posts are going to be doled out a fingerpoke at a time, coming in from the bar, some nights will have me banging away at the keyboard with the cat in my lap. There may even be the occasional phone post or two. You might hear my voice, or even see a video (let me see how Utterli does for those two). But I realize, just like the guy today, I have a story to tell, and I need to tell it, because someday, my little world may come to an end, and then no one will know my story. And to be forgotten is even worse than death, because at least when you die, your story lives on.
Time to wake up. Grab a brand new day. Make a story. Regret nothing. Live.