John
Thanks for sharing your blow & hookers diary. Nineteen years with a clear head. That’s a big deal. I hold it in confidence.
Tuesday night I shared my theory with a friend that I think reflects your recovery lessons, so, to speak for myself:
Pain gives me information. When shared, it might help others. Like you said giving within your own community, to something bigger than one’s self:
Physical pain:
gave me what I needed to help my Mom and Dad. I could tell them about the ways I’d tried to alleviate pain from Army breaks, sprains and tears: fitness, playing hurt, working around injuries. I would never have ventured into acupuncture and yoga without the pain.
Psychic pain:
Chaplains. Therapists. The navigation of bipolarity. My daughter. Kevin. Mike. Joe.
“. . . And during the few moments that we have left, . . . We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand.” (Malcolm X)
Without the experience of this flavor of pain, how would I have acquired this information? How to have it to give to my daughter? How could I teach her how to ease her worried mind? How to help her with her migraines? How to let her know it can be discussed?
Fear:
I said to Erik
<< I’d like you to seriously consider coming to Keith Code with me … Fear is normal.>>
John, it’s helpful to hear someone speak about integrity. I consider that leadership.
No matter the nature of your marriage, you’ve raised 2 great kids. That’s quite a legacy my friend.
Now you’re creating a legacy among riders and racers.You’re a good egg, and I’m damn glad to know you. I hope sharing these thoughts is not unwelcome. No need to reply.
Your friend
Gus
“. . . And how do I begin?” (T.S. Eliot)
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