Don't stop thinking about tomorrow!
It seems like yesterday that all this started. I used to laugh when the “old folks” talked about time flying but damned if it isn’t true. We spend the better part of our youth wishing that we were this age or that age.
At 5 I wanted to be 6 so I could go to school.
At 7 thru 12, I wanted to be a teenager.
At 13 I couldn’t wait till 16 so I could drive.
At 16 I wanted 17 to get here so I could graduate high school.
At 17 it seemed 18 would never get here so I could legally drink.
At 18 I joined the Army and all of the sudden I could drink, drive and go out on my own but there were people wanting to shoot at me!
From 18 to 26 is a blur sometimes. I remember training at Fort Devens and Fort Rucker and an airfield in Vietnam (for the last 5 minutes of that fiasco). Then it was back to Rucker, then Korea a couple of years later and back to Rucker again.
At 26 my eyesight went south on me and suddenly talking to aircraft for a living went to hell. It seems the FAA doesn’t like their controllers having a minor problem like double vision. They pulled my pilots license the next year after the paperwork caught up with me.
Prior to leaving the service at 26, I’d managed to get married, have a son and get divorced. It seems she had no sense of humor about my second job as a DJ in that topless nightclub.
Seriously my faithful readers, from 26 to my current stage of almost 50 is a blur. Twenty-four years gone and nothing much to show for it. When I look at the things others have accomplished in this amount of time, I’m really pissed off with myself.
I thank god everyday for what good health I do have. I’m glad I have the friends I have. I’m thankful that I had enough sense to stop associating with those that harbor hateful thoughts of the past. I’m thankful for my faithful readers here. You don’t know now what this has done for me but you will soon.
The 50+ return visitors I have on a daily basis have proven something to me that I’ve known for a long time but never capitalized on. Sometimes we just need the validation of others to pursue our dreams.
At 5 I wanted to be 6 so I could go to school.
At 7 thru 12, I wanted to be a teenager.
At 13 I couldn’t wait till 16 so I could drive.
At 16 I wanted 17 to get here so I could graduate high school.
At 17 it seemed 18 would never get here so I could legally drink.
At 18 I joined the Army and all of the sudden I could drink, drive and go out on my own but there were people wanting to shoot at me!
From 18 to 26 is a blur sometimes. I remember training at Fort Devens and Fort Rucker and an airfield in Vietnam (for the last 5 minutes of that fiasco). Then it was back to Rucker, then Korea a couple of years later and back to Rucker again.
At 26 my eyesight went south on me and suddenly talking to aircraft for a living went to hell. It seems the FAA doesn’t like their controllers having a minor problem like double vision. They pulled my pilots license the next year after the paperwork caught up with me.
Prior to leaving the service at 26, I’d managed to get married, have a son and get divorced. It seems she had no sense of humor about my second job as a DJ in that topless nightclub.
Seriously my faithful readers, from 26 to my current stage of almost 50 is a blur. Twenty-four years gone and nothing much to show for it. When I look at the things others have accomplished in this amount of time, I’m really pissed off with myself.
I thank god everyday for what good health I do have. I’m glad I have the friends I have. I’m thankful that I had enough sense to stop associating with those that harbor hateful thoughts of the past. I’m thankful for my faithful readers here. You don’t know now what this has done for me but you will soon.
The 50+ return visitors I have on a daily basis have proven something to me that I’ve known for a long time but never capitalized on. Sometimes we just need the validation of others to pursue our dreams.
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