Boot Camp day #11
I'm in the shower and it hits me...I really miss my wife and son. I wanna go home now. I quickly remind myself that this trip is the longest I'll be required to stay away from them.
The classes, er, instructors I should say, are deteriorating rapidly. I'm getting angry at their ineptness and realize they're wasting our time and they really don't care enough to give a correct answer to our questions. And we're required to be here till 7PM tonight. Today dinner is provided, it's Memphis-style bbq and it sucks. The sauce was bland and transparent tasting. The coleslaw tasted like my mouth did this morning, like cat shat in it. A cat that drank a bottle of vinegar. The pulled pork was OK, but not much above that. We wrap-up at around 7:15PM.
On the way home in the backseat staring out the window my body aches. My body aches because I think about my wife at home and how much I want to touch her body and be near her warmth. I've never missed her this much before, not even when I was in radiation therapy school and was away for 3-4 weeks at a time. I am lethargic from my longing to be with my small intense, loving family. I miss my boy making fun of me as I help him with his homework assignment. He knows he's the funniest young man I've ever met, I've told him that many times. He really is a funny little guy. He makes me laugh and in the moment I can't breathe for the laughter he ramps-up his comic assault and it kills me. He's great. As I think of my boy I can't help, but think of a co-worker who lost her only son to cancer and how hard that must be. I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to my boy and how I could press-on like this woman and be as successful as she is. There are people who make it through some very difficult times and come out the other side much stronger.
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
The classes, er, instructors I should say, are deteriorating rapidly. I'm getting angry at their ineptness and realize they're wasting our time and they really don't care enough to give a correct answer to our questions. And we're required to be here till 7PM tonight. Today dinner is provided, it's Memphis-style bbq and it sucks. The sauce was bland and transparent tasting. The coleslaw tasted like my mouth did this morning, like cat shat in it. A cat that drank a bottle of vinegar. The pulled pork was OK, but not much above that. We wrap-up at around 7:15PM.
On the way home in the backseat staring out the window my body aches. My body aches because I think about my wife at home and how much I want to touch her body and be near her warmth. I've never missed her this much before, not even when I was in radiation therapy school and was away for 3-4 weeks at a time. I am lethargic from my longing to be with my small intense, loving family. I miss my boy making fun of me as I help him with his homework assignment. He knows he's the funniest young man I've ever met, I've told him that many times. He really is a funny little guy. He makes me laugh and in the moment I can't breathe for the laughter he ramps-up his comic assault and it kills me. He's great. As I think of my boy I can't help, but think of a co-worker who lost her only son to cancer and how hard that must be. I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to my boy and how I could press-on like this woman and be as successful as she is. There are people who make it through some very difficult times and come out the other side much stronger.
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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