Thoughts 07 Dec 2006 02:56 pm
Stress etc.
I just got a card from someone I haven’t talked to in at least a year, it was postmarked Miami and had a generic picture of a sailboat on it, inside it said gone sailing, back someday.
This guy was a salesman and more importantly a closer, he could sell ice to an eskimo in the dead of winter and have them wanting to reorder.
When he lived here, he had a wife, a whiney, bitchy, club whore, who thought her plastic tits would get her anything she wanted.
She was the reason he bought a house in summerlin.
They had three cars, his Mercedes, her BMW and a Volvo station wagon they bought to take the kids to school or the park, that was the one the nanny drove.
He used to buy tagamet by the truck load, he had the usual headaches and was diagnosed with some sort of cancer.
I don’t know if he had any kind of operation, I do know the doctors wanted to implant a small bb of radioactive material, but, they couldn’t tell him if he would live longer or not, needless to say, he passed on the project.
This was twelve or fifteen years ago, maybe even longer, he no longer sells anything, he no longer has a boss he hates, and he’s no longer married, which means he no longer has to listen to her whine and the brats scream.
These days he works on charter boats, mostly sailboats, out of Florida and the American Virgins.
He no longer has headaches, chest pain or heartburn, and as for the cancer, the doctors told him he had a year, maybe two to live, it hasn’t killed him yet, and he hasn’t been to an Oncologist since.
Bottom line, he’s living the life Jimmy Buffett sings about, and I’m sitting here thinking of reasons why I can’t.
This tale proves that there is someone in this world who figured out what he wanted to be when he grew up, that I’m seriously jealous, that stress will kill you faster than hard work and that even with a million dollars worth of equipment doctors have trouble figuring out what the hell is killing you.