It’s time I told a bit more about myself.
I’ve lived a life of adventure, truthfully. I deliberately walked those paths where angels dare not tread. Where most people have life-threatening experiences perhaps a few times during their lives, I had them almost on a daily basis for many years and loved it.
I’ve come a hairs breadth from drowning 5 times including almost being swept overboard during a storm at sea. Nearly electrocuted twice, from 800 volts a.c. the first time and 200,000 the second time. There’s nothing quite like blue electric flames dancing down your arms and across your chest.
I’ve been shot at and missed, and shot back. Didn’t miss.
I’ve fended off bears, mountain lions and wild Rottweiler dogs. They all died.
I’ve built mountain wilderness homes for myself and others and was nearly killed by falling beams. Carpentry in the woods is something you learn as you go. I’ve felled trees, big ones, that suddenly snapped back at me. It’s called “barber-chairing” for those who know the term. I’ve been in the company of more than one armed nutjob who considered killing me for the experience of it. I’ve had women seek me out to make love. Even a couple good looking lesbians. You can’t hardly beat that.
I’ve gone from fortune to broke and back up again 3 times. Had beautiful cars, clothes and women and dined at the finest restaurants. Done aerobatics high in the sky, even had a personal show put on for me way out in the Arizona desert by the Blue Angels who spotted our plane down there on the sand. l’ve flown in a lot of different warbirds besides all the common single and twin engine stuff and commercial jets.
I’ve been to every continent and many of the countries. I’ve seen the leper colonies and the Riviera, the open-air market places in Africa and the plaster casts of the victims of Pompeii. I chased pirates from Europe to Belem, Brazil and stared down the muzzles of Russian cannons. Aimed at me.
I didn’t neglect America, I’ve been to almost all the states and all our territories and lived for a while in some.
And it’s all been a Hell of a lot of FUN! At 73, I have slowed down a lot, it’s true. I smoked for 50 years and while I never got emphysema or lung cancer, there’s a lot of scarring in there from all that tobacco smoke plus all the industrial pollutants I was around at one time, and my lungs really complain now when I hike up hills that are steeper than stairs. I do it anyway though.
All my little tales have a moral and this one is no different. It is — Live life. There’s only one purpose for living and that’s to be happy. To enjoy it. Fear sucks, it does, it sucks the joy out of life. You can be afraid or you can be happy. You can’t ever have both.