It’s been a rough year so far and I’ve got plenty of road rash and now a case of PTSD to show for it. It’s the emotional kind of road rash that scars your soul and makes you lose a bit of faith in humanity and goodness. Like most of us, I’ve had road rash in life, been kicked up and down, taken advantage of, accused of unsavory acts, and been hit when down but I always get back up and keep doing what I do—living and loving and doing the right thing. I’m a calm and rational person but right now, after this past year, I’m mad. Road rash isn’t just about scrapes, bruises, cuts, blood, and scabs, but it’s about pain. When you get road rash, it’s usually because you’re living hard, you’re out there putting yourself on the edge like when you’re climbing. You risk and either fall or move upward. This last year I fell down hard. No, actually I was pushed down, betrayed by a lawyer who seemed to think he was above the law. He pretended to be a friend, then accused me behind my back, talking smack to my friends, and making them believe that he was “getting to the bottom” of something. How dare he question me for helping a sick friend pay his medical bills? How dare he accuse me with his petty agenda? How dare he try to damage my immaculate reputation and honesty? I’ve put up with people being stuck on stupid all year and now I’m mad about it. Fighting mad. I’m a nice guy but don’t get me mad. Ask any of my hockey buddies about that. You don’t talk behind someone’s back. If you got a problem or a question, be a man and come out and ask me. I’m not afraid of anything, not with the truth and the complete verified accounting on my side. Nope, truth always wins out. Always. I’ve kept most of my friends out of the loop regarding this stupid stuff I’ve been dealing with for almost a year. But along the way I’ve learned who my true friends are, those people who will stand beside me no matter what, who will say the same thing: How dare you question my friend? That’s what friends do, they act. I didn’t have to ask. And I’ve learned who is afraid to stand up and be counted, who seem paralyzed and don’t know what to do or say. There are those who I will never again look at in the same light; who I would never again trust to tie into a rope with. If you are among those, you know who you are. Call me, email me, let’s talk. Sometimes we don’t always want to do the right thing. Sometimes we’re confused. If you want to set things right, my door is open. I’m always willing to talk and show you the truth. If you’re too afraid to do that, then you’re too weak to be my friend. It takes strength not to be pulled over to the dark side…it takes the protection of friends not to get bad road rash.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 17:23:42 +0000