I’ve said it before, so I supposed admitting it again won’t hurt…I am a wuss. I think last time I used the word pansy. Life is cyclical in so many ways. I started out as a very sensitive child. Overly sensitive might even be the proper analysis. Through hard knocks, some training from dad, and the sheer need to assimilate into this fraternity called manhood, my sensitive side faded. Insults no longer pierced the armor. Physical pain might cause me to wince but dry eyes never let loose their precious saline bounty. I became rock solid and still am in many ways.
But the circle has me on a path of revisiting my inner child. The strangest things get me going. It always starts out the same. A big and impossible lump begins to form in my throat. If I don’t immediately put the kibosh on this…tears begin to well up and spill over. Maybe this return isn’t so bad. As an adult, who do I have to impress these days anyway? If another man is not so inclined to join my pansy party, then good for him. To each their own.
In my last installment of this sort, I confessed to three things that had recently got the rain drop machine to churning. So in keeping with tradition, here are the most recent tidbits. Oh…and you might be wondering about the title. This is a challenge of sorts. I am quite sure that a few of you will pass with no problem. However, I know that this will at the very least touch you. And if that fails…I will officially be scared of you.
Crocodile Hunter – I talked about him in a previous post, stunned by the animal that caused his end. But recently on 20/20 Barbara Walters interviewed his spouse. Most of the interview was sad but almost none of it cause waterworks for me. I love animals and all but her passion and Steve’s are off the scale…so I just could not relate in many cases. Then she talked of her son. Lump forming…we have a blip on the radar. She caught her son walking to the garage armed with a screwdriver. Curious, she followed to see what he was doing. There he was, clanging away at Steve’s old motorcycle engine…not really using the tool correctly but making noise as though something was getting accomplished. Lump growing…saline alert…code yellow. She inquired as to what he was doing and this was his reply, “I am fixing daddy’s old bike so he has something to ride in heaven.” Code red, mayday, mayday, we have spillage. Begin evacuation plans. Granted…being a parent helps. Imagining my son doing something like this should I meet with an untimely death is what really got to me. But I couldn’t help but sit there and wonder why I managed to let the Crocodile Hunter of all people affect me is such a way.
Autistic Basketball Player – The video speaks for itself. I found it on one of my favorite funny sites of all places. This boy served as the basketball assistant since his limitations kept him from actually playing competitively. Depsite his handicap, he ingratiated himself to the team and was their number one fan. Then a chance presented itself…click here. (I post links quite often and realize that some of you do not follow them. All links on this post are well worth your time. Plus you cannot claim to have passed the challenge unless you actually participate.)
A Father’s Love – If by now you have remained unaffected, this is my biggest challenge of the three. Again, being a parent helps but you will likely get something from this regardless. The link here will give you the full back-story which in and of itself is touching. I had received the story in an email and liked it but never got pushed over the line of wussery. This time was different because the page you will visit has a video at the end (so scroll down after reading the story). You can actually watch this amazing father take his very handicapped son on some wild adventures. I am counting on this third installment to finally get even the best of you to fail my test. Please let me know the results of this challenge in your commentary.
I suppose a prize should be awarded to the winner. I will have to think of something good to give out. A heart transplant might cost too much but that is all that immediately comes to mind ;).