Back in the early 80s pain was part of life.
I was a scotch sipping, beef eating, fast food junky
and sugar from soda was my game.
I lived with headaches, back pain, joint problems and indigestion.
In my shirt pocket was a tin filled with pain killers and antacids.
The bathroom cabinet at home was loaded with this over-the-counter junk.
After 1981, I become hooked on being pain free.
That was when I worked as a maître d’ at a night club called the Red Onion.
Dirty dancing prior to the ‘HIV death for the free love era’ was a way of life.
until meeting the vegan.
One night,
while filled with over-the-counter drugs for another quarterly aching cold,
I asked this young hostess
why she never got sick like the rest of the Red Onion staff.
Her answer was simple and sweet told in musical tones with a smile.
She always smiled and had clear, radiant skin.
That’s because I’m a vegan, she said.
Thinking she said virgin,
my response stuck in my throat
until I realized what she had said.
What’s a vegan?
That was the beginning of a life altering journey
that hasn’t ended yet.
I haven’t used pain killers like Tylenol or aspirin since 1982.
My stomach’s never upset.
I haven’t had a cold or flu for decades.
It’s true .
I miss Shakey’s pizza and pitchers of chilled, foaming beer.
A small price worth paying
for an empty bathroom cabinet.
Didn’t Jesus Christ say our bodies were our temples?
Bobbi
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm glad you're in the club...not that I'm vegan but I don't take medication, only herbals, and the aches and pains have eased a little. Way to go!
John
my age I would indulge myself again in scotch (or brandy) and good cigars if I could afford them. -gene.
Be always safe,
Karen