What If's?
So I've been thinking, kids. When I'm out on the golf course and I'm standing there, I think. I think about how much different my life could have been if a few things had and had not gone my way. So I'll list them. Feel free to comment, if you will.
-First off, is this one. My dad took a shot of some drug or other in a bone back before I was born. This was due to a dumbass doctor who really didn't know what he was doing. Well, long story short, my dad coded, and was in the emergency room when he woke up. What if he didn't make it? Well, I think the answer is pretty obvious. I wouldn't be alive today.
-Next is this one. My mother had viral meningitis back when I was in first or second grade. She got it from a student who coughed on her. She was pretty sick for a while, and in the hospital for a few days. That was a strange time in my life, as my mother could do nothing at all. She was helpless, and basically laid on the bed all day. What if she had died? Well, I probably wouldn't be the person that I am today.
-Next up is my father's open heart surgery. He had quadruple bypass surgery back when I was in 5th grade. He made it through with flying colors, but what if he had not? I probably would not be the same, and I probably would not have gone to Marian.
-Finally is the suicide of one of my best friends back in 8th grade. Me and him were really close, and we walked home almost every day. But on this day, something was different. I didn't walk home with him for some reason, and I found out later that night while watching ER that he had died. I didn't find out until the next day that he had committed suicide. And the day after that, my father told me that I was going to Marian to take an entrance exam, which I did really damn good on. I was thinking about this one. What if he hadn't committed suicide? I probably would have ended up going to T.F. South with him, and I wouldn't have gone to Marian, and created all of those memories. I wouldn't have met all those wonderful people, joined band, and gotten to go to Hawaii and Florida. I wouldn't have gotten to go to Nationals, and have the opportunity to play in front of 25,000 people.
Thank God my life has gone the way it has gone.
P.S. Damn...this is a really long entry.
P.P.S. I was watching a new episode of Arthur today, and I noticed something. It is not the same show that I have been watching for the past few years. It has gotten really bad now, like a certain other show, aka "The Simpsons." It's actually somewhat educational now. The kids learned about the food groups in the first half, and D.W. learned how to keep a secret in the second half of the show, some random crap about a kid who split his pants or some weird crap like that.
It's now time for bed, as I have work in the morning.
Later days.
-First off, is this one. My dad took a shot of some drug or other in a bone back before I was born. This was due to a dumbass doctor who really didn't know what he was doing. Well, long story short, my dad coded, and was in the emergency room when he woke up. What if he didn't make it? Well, I think the answer is pretty obvious. I wouldn't be alive today.
-Next is this one. My mother had viral meningitis back when I was in first or second grade. She got it from a student who coughed on her. She was pretty sick for a while, and in the hospital for a few days. That was a strange time in my life, as my mother could do nothing at all. She was helpless, and basically laid on the bed all day. What if she had died? Well, I probably wouldn't be the person that I am today.
-Next up is my father's open heart surgery. He had quadruple bypass surgery back when I was in 5th grade. He made it through with flying colors, but what if he had not? I probably would not be the same, and I probably would not have gone to Marian.
-Finally is the suicide of one of my best friends back in 8th grade. Me and him were really close, and we walked home almost every day. But on this day, something was different. I didn't walk home with him for some reason, and I found out later that night while watching ER that he had died. I didn't find out until the next day that he had committed suicide. And the day after that, my father told me that I was going to Marian to take an entrance exam, which I did really damn good on. I was thinking about this one. What if he hadn't committed suicide? I probably would have ended up going to T.F. South with him, and I wouldn't have gone to Marian, and created all of those memories. I wouldn't have met all those wonderful people, joined band, and gotten to go to Hawaii and Florida. I wouldn't have gotten to go to Nationals, and have the opportunity to play in front of 25,000 people.
Thank God my life has gone the way it has gone.
P.S. Damn...this is a really long entry.
P.P.S. I was watching a new episode of Arthur today, and I noticed something. It is not the same show that I have been watching for the past few years. It has gotten really bad now, like a certain other show, aka "The Simpsons." It's actually somewhat educational now. The kids learned about the food groups in the first half, and D.W. learned how to keep a secret in the second half of the show, some random crap about a kid who split his pants or some weird crap like that.
It's now time for bed, as I have work in the morning.
Later days.