Wow! All one has to do is look at the topics of my threads here in the Hot Tub and see that I am one bad dude!!!
There can be no doubt that I must be the world's worst rabble-rousing trouble-maker, a person who thrives on conflict and can't get along with anyone!
That is not true. Although I did choose the road less traveled by 35 years ago, turning away from certain fame and fortune, the road I chose has been a great one. Most of the journey has been without incident, without confrontation. Relative to the rest of the world it has been materially successful and fulfilling. And we have accomplished that by making others happy, gaining friends along the way, and without hurting others.
There's no place in the world we would rather be.
But starting four years ago that all seem to change. My life became infinitely less simple and more combative because of things I often had very little control over, because of other peoples' actions. My last four years has been spent reacting to the actions of others.
I could not control the death of my parents, their poor preparation for the inevitiable, and the bad behavior of stock brokers, brokerages, thieves, attorneys, executors, brother and stepsisters.
I could not know the nature of our neighbors when we bought our house in what appeared to be paradise, that others were leaving to get away from them.
I could not anticipate the wrath of others as they sit at computers far removed from me.
I could not anticipate how hard justice is to come by.
But I have been fighting several parallel battles the past four years, simultaneously, like the plate juggler trying to keep them all spinning. It seems like all I do is go from one to the next to the next to the next, eat a burger, have a Bud Light, go to bed, and start all over the next day.
Each battle is similar in that it pits the things I value and try to stand for, personal worth and character, against wealth, rank and privilege. Each of them is an uphill battle.
The other side in each battle has told me what I can say and not say, and how I need to act, to fit in, and if I don't, they will get rid of me.
That's uncharted water for me, not being the ultimate team player.
I believe that good wins out, that when the one great scorer comes to score against your name, it matters not if you won or lost but how you played the game. That's what it said in the gym at the community center where I played basketball at 12-years-old, and that's how I still play the game today.
I try to play it with honesty and dignity and I try to put up a challenge, make things difficult for those who don't play the same way. But in each case they have had the upper hand, been in control, and all I could do is react to their actions. In each case it has been their ball game and I have been the visiting team.
Some I've won, some I've lost, and some got rained out.
In each case I have brought out into the open what I consider to be personal injustices, so that others know to tread lightly. What I've won, I've had to bulldog to get.
Because of this I have gotten close to some of you, and distant from some of you. I guess that is the nature of battles.
This has been my Cheers lately.
All I can hope is that when I'm laid to rest the most truthful epitaph on my tombstone would be See, I Told You Something Was Wrong.
I'm tired.
I will never give up on what is right and good, and appreciate the encouragement from those who have given it.
But I'm tired.
I feel like doing what both my supporters and detractors encourage me to do, give it a rest, take some time off, enjoy the lake.
There can be no doubt that I must be the world's worst rabble-rousing trouble-maker, a person who thrives on conflict and can't get along with anyone!
That is not true. Although I did choose the road less traveled by 35 years ago, turning away from certain fame and fortune, the road I chose has been a great one. Most of the journey has been without incident, without confrontation. Relative to the rest of the world it has been materially successful and fulfilling. And we have accomplished that by making others happy, gaining friends along the way, and without hurting others.
There's no place in the world we would rather be.
But starting four years ago that all seem to change. My life became infinitely less simple and more combative because of things I often had very little control over, because of other peoples' actions. My last four years has been spent reacting to the actions of others.
I could not control the death of my parents, their poor preparation for the inevitiable, and the bad behavior of stock brokers, brokerages, thieves, attorneys, executors, brother and stepsisters.
I could not know the nature of our neighbors when we bought our house in what appeared to be paradise, that others were leaving to get away from them.
I could not anticipate the wrath of others as they sit at computers far removed from me.
I could not anticipate how hard justice is to come by.
But I have been fighting several parallel battles the past four years, simultaneously, like the plate juggler trying to keep them all spinning. It seems like all I do is go from one to the next to the next to the next, eat a burger, have a Bud Light, go to bed, and start all over the next day.
Each battle is similar in that it pits the things I value and try to stand for, personal worth and character, against wealth, rank and privilege. Each of them is an uphill battle.
The other side in each battle has told me what I can say and not say, and how I need to act, to fit in, and if I don't, they will get rid of me.
That's uncharted water for me, not being the ultimate team player.
I believe that good wins out, that when the one great scorer comes to score against your name, it matters not if you won or lost but how you played the game. That's what it said in the gym at the community center where I played basketball at 12-years-old, and that's how I still play the game today.
I try to play it with honesty and dignity and I try to put up a challenge, make things difficult for those who don't play the same way. But in each case they have had the upper hand, been in control, and all I could do is react to their actions. In each case it has been their ball game and I have been the visiting team.
Some I've won, some I've lost, and some got rained out.
In each case I have brought out into the open what I consider to be personal injustices, so that others know to tread lightly. What I've won, I've had to bulldog to get.
Because of this I have gotten close to some of you, and distant from some of you. I guess that is the nature of battles.
This has been my Cheers lately.
All I can hope is that when I'm laid to rest the most truthful epitaph on my tombstone would be See, I Told You Something Was Wrong.
I'm tired.
I will never give up on what is right and good, and appreciate the encouragement from those who have given it.
But I'm tired.
I feel like doing what both my supporters and detractors encourage me to do, give it a rest, take some time off, enjoy the lake.
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