Posted on Facebook September 8, 2017
24 Years ago today I walked out of a Grateful Dead show in Ohio that left me with a cold as I walked through a rain soaked parking lot in bare feet and no shirt. A few weeks later my cold turned into the flu when I was in Boston at a bunch more Dead shows with Beef, and Bri. I had to miss Jerry Garcia Band shows later in the fall because I was throwing up and my body started getting bad pains in my spine and pelvis. (No "Shining Star" or "The Maker" for me.) I wasn't missin' the Dead's winter tour though, so I went out to California with Garb and Beef. (We met up with LBS and Brent Lawrence in L.A., and is where I met Stymie. :) ) I had to fly home early because real bad shit was happening in my body. (Garb and I flew together.) I went straight from the airport to the hospital for x-rays and more tests. I kept passing out on the x-ray table, and they were getting frustrated they had to keep waking me up to turn me over. I didn't care. By Christmas I could hardly walk or barely move from agonizing pain throughout my entire body. Official diagnosis in January...fucked for life. Get used to it.
I was 19 when I got the cold that triggered my collapse and robbed my body from my life in an instant. (Have to add in genetic markers and such to the cold and flu) I liked to have my fun, but I was healthy and strong, and in an instant it was all gone. Nothing in my entire body doesn't hurt terribly, and I have only slept one night through since then. I've made the best of it for what is left, all I see is the potential for what could have been, and it leaves me with a ripped off feeling because I know what I would really have been capable of otherwise.
Cherish your body for the miraculous gift it truly is. Nourish your potential to manifest your dreams as much as you can!
Stuff Writin' About Kinda Guy
I am a simple guy who likes to dream of the impossible and go after it. I have found fun in writing about my journey as well as other things that inspire me too.