I’ve had the privilege of having had 5 days that were
incredibly meaningful, that many people die in, that I don’t remember a moment
of them. One is the one we all share, my birthday. I never really celebrate my
birthday, having had probably a handful of birthday parties in my entire life.
This despite the fact that I have a special one 8/8/80 (we had a big one on
8/8/08). Long before this, when people ask when my birthday, I always say I don’t
remember but people tell me 8/8/80.
But I have 4 more days that were pretty meaningful that I
have no memory of… Two are those moments where I remember the moment before
being unconscious and missing about an hour after where my brain decided to
shut itself off while possibly damaging itself. Two brain surgeries, one a
biopsy and one a very risk one where I cracked jokes right before and hugged
and kissed people I loved, assuming I wasn’t coming out. I am grateful I did.
It really has given me an even more intense last day concept… I’ve made some
very stupid and some intelligent decisions because of it. At work, when I
returned from the surgery, I’d always been the kid who pushed back. Friends,
coworkers and one the Austin Marathon staff said they couldn’t believe someone
like me worked for the government… well now I don’t… and there was a few months
between the surgery and the dismissal where I just did what I was told, a lot
more yes ma’am and no ma’am and less, hey why don’t we do it different than I
ever had but that felt like being dead long before I got there so I went back
to my can we do this better. I have ran some ulti tournaments for years and
despite the fact that they are solid, I always try to make them grow, make them
better, more creative… usually with a team that contributes to that helping
succeed overall and each time, I write up a report of what went right, what
went wrong. Is good enough really a good enough way to live? Did that attitude contribute
in getting me fired; I think so… probably never would have had I not called in
that 3rd party of the EEOC but even as I asked for permission to
keep the bike in my office to train and challenged the fact that every year the
only way we encourage exercise is by measuring weight loss, the facility
director literally told me, look even an athlete like you causes us medical
insurance costs. That was tough to hear.
I’ve looked for jobs and had a couple of offers of jobs
without benefits, one higher and one lower pay but both essentially in sales. They
aren’t standing offers but my honest to gut reaction both because of the lack
of benefits and because I don’t believe in the product being sold is to say no;
I’m not sure how stupid or smart that is. We know something is wrong with my
brain but I’d rather clean toilets with full effort than sell something that I
don’t believe in. The doctors hoped initially to get me to 40… the median
survival rate is 4 years and the victory date seems to be if you make it past
7. I’m 32 soon. If I die tomorrow, the county retirement plan would pay 400 a
month to Kiana for her entire life which means if she made 70 she’d get 320,000
approximately over the course of her life (as opposed to if I withdrew it, it’d
be more like 15 grand). Somehow that’s comforting and enough motivation to leave
it always alone. Do I want to teach her that you go to work for money or only
for money? I applied to a position at Livestrong as their concierge but organizations
like that get plenty of very qualified professionals I’ve come to learn fast. While
I’ve organized big events and tournaments my entire life since high school,
somehow volunteer work doesn’t translate well in a resume.
I spent some more time online looking for jobs and had to
stop by the mall to pick up a pair of pants that had been there being fixed.
There were a lot of help wanted jobs… and I thought about applying at some of
them…wondering if maybe a job like that is safer with a guy who has lost some
confidence. I don’t know.
Still, this weekend, I helped train people for a marathon
with Austin Fit, went to a kids birthday party (me and the only other dad there
not related to the birthday person talked about how we couldn’t quite get why
it was only the moms who showed up at so many of these events. I also went to a
baby shower of a previous coworker (its awkward saying hello to the guy who
fired you less than a month ago), made cookies with Kiana, went to a meeting
about organizing the BrainPower5k, went to a going away party for a friend who
is moving and went to a nutrition class where as is the norm, and went to a
nutritional class. Kiana stole the show at almost all the events. I tried to
pull off a couple of other events with intensity, not all did I pull off. I
wondered about taking Kiana to these but each time it was me having to talk her
into leaving not the other way around.
It’s tough thinking about sell the house since purchasing it
wasn’t a financial decision; it was an emotional one bought because I wanted my
daughter to have a room of her own. I am looking at options that may let me
keep it like getting a roommate and me moving into the garage if necessary (though
I liked a friend’s joke about how they couldn’t believe I wasn’t advertising
for a sugar mama on craig’s list). Kiana nearly cried when I mentioned the
possibility to her. Todd and I once talked about how I’d rather be homeless
than be institutionalized but the kid changes the game…
I had 5 days in my life that I have no memory of incredibly
significant events that have killed far better people than me. Maybe tomorrow
will be one of those; maybe it won’t. But in my occupation, in my parenting, in
my training, in my relationships, in my mistakes, in my seeking fun, in my
believing in things, I really want to try to assume today is my last so I’m
grateful for each of them.
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