Tenacity

A great characteristic to possess.

People possess it in varying degrees. You can have an extremely lazy and unmotivated mother who will turn into a veritable killing machine if you try to mess with one of her kids. Even though she is too damn lazy to properly care for them.

I am trying to think about what I was ever tenacious about.

I guess I was tenacious in my attention to detail as I compiled statistics on every single major league baseball game from 1964-1966. Color coded and precise, I only neglected them when I became tenacious about Tammy, one of the few developed girls in Junior High.

I was (and still am) tenacious about NOT LOSING. This is a bad foible and as Karen likes to harp, very unrealistic. I can’t help it; hard-wired that way.

I amassed a valuable stamp collection with great tenacity, which I ended up “trading” to a buddy of mine for a date with his good-looking sister. She had the reputation of being a nympho, but evidently she never got the memo.

Not a good trade.

The last thing I remember being tenacious about was my pursuit of Karen, my soul mate. Although I am prone to bragging, the truth was I was living every bachelor’s dream.

Besides, there was no way in hell I was going to steal Karen away from her Olympic skier boyfriend.

Thirty-five years later….

I am sitting here in my prosthetist’s office waiting to have another socket cast in my seemingly never-ending quest to walk without pain.

I can’t stop trying.

It rained so hard on my way here that visibilty was crazy bad. But that is why everything is so beautiful and green. I know I keep threatening to get out on a golf course, I just have to be patient a little longer.

And tenacious.

As always the hardest part is always having to watch my wife do everything. You can only console yourself for so long by repeating to myself that I would be doing the same if our situations were reversed.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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