Many years ago, when rocks were new and I was a teen, I went to a keg party that was held far out in the country.Like most teenage boys, (back then) I drank until I passed out.That's when my friends thought of a way to have fun at my expense.
When I awoke about midday the following morning I found myself in a very old, long forgotten graveyard.I was lying in a sunken grave, surrounded by waist-high weeds, and with my head resting on a gravestone.
To this day, I remember what was written on that stone in letters that appeared to have been chiseled by hand.
REMEMBER ME AS YOU PASS BY
AS YOU ARE NOW SO ONCE WAS I
AS I AM NOW YOU SOON SHALL BE
PREPARE FOR DEATH AND FOLLOW ME
I was angry at my friends, but I did stop drinking for many years and when I did take another drink I was very careful not to get too much.The guys that performed this prank did not intend to change my life forever, but they did.Thanks to them I have lived long enough to become a husband, father, and grandfather.Some of them didn't.
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
