Did you have one friend growing up that was such a badass that you just kind of felt it? When you were around that person they just gave off energy. You realized that it wasn’t just you when you could see the reactions of others. This person made you cool by association and you thought they were invincible. My friend like that was Pat.
To some extent he is still that guy he was in high school but being able to beat the life out of everything in your path doesn’t hold up like it used to. Pat has also allowed his love of food and drink to show in the form of a spectacular beer gut. (I can’t really talk much here because I chose the “all over” fat suite) While he is happy with his current life he has dreams of training for the Worlds Strongest Man competition and has started toward that goal. Long story short, he is an older thicker guy that reminds me of the lions at the zoo. They lay around in these habitats lazy and fat, but I still know I wouldn’t want to jump in and start pulling tails.
I know I said short a while ago so I’ll cut to my point. I received a call from Pat the other day and he was pretty shook up. His mom has taken a turn for the worse as the cancer is starting to win. The point where his voice cracked sent a shiver of fear through me that I haven’t felt since my mother-in-law died. I can’t stand to see people that I love in pain, especially those of mythical toughness. As I come up on a Mothers day weekend away from home I have to stop feeling sorry for myself. Things could be much worse.
Tell your moms that you love them and mean it!
I will call my friend next week when I gather the courage to hear his voice again.
5:28:53 PM 
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