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This is 100% true, I should know, I worked at Domino's delivering evenings as my second job. There was one time in my life I worked 3 jobs, that only lasted 3 months though, it was too much.
Worked day job till 5pm, Delivered Pizzas till midnight, started at 3am with my paper route till around 6am, got home showered and went to day job. Got free dinner at Dominos...Saved up enough to take my first wife to Europe for 2 week trip...
Oh, for anyone who did a paper route, it is 7 days a week, every blue moon you might could get someone to pick up your route if you wanted a day off. Day Job and Dominos was only during the week, so I caught up with my sleep on the weekends....Those were the days...
Looking back 20 years to my 50's I can honestly say for a fact that even on a bad day I could outwork my 49 year old stepson by a factor of at least 2.This is 100% true, I should know, I worked at Domino's delivering evenings as my second job. There was one time in my life I worked 3 jobs, that only lasted 3 months though, it was too much.
Worked day job till 5pm, Delivered Pizzas till midnight, started at 3am with my paper route till around 6am, got home showered and went to day job. Got free dinner at Dominos...Saved up enough to take my first wife to Europe for 2 week trip...
Oh, for anyone who did a paper route, it is 7 days a week, every blue moon you might could get someone to pick up your route if you wanted a day off. Day Job and Dominos was only during the week, so I caught up with my sleep on the weekends....Those were the days...
Now at 76 and undergoing cancer chemo therapy for 3 months and down 16 lbs. I might come close to kickin' his ass now. I mowed the 30' x 75' grassed dog run with a gas push mower three Fridays in a row now because his ass is too $%^& lazy. He's got more reasons NOT to do crap than I have aches and pains....more excuses than I could ever come up with. REALLY gets under my skin, unless you couldn't tell.
You know my parent's generation and their parents, the great generation of WW2, their strength came from endurance, what they had to endure, even I had not experienced. But I thank them both, parents and grandparents, for they taught/told me their experiences which gave me strength to endure. Work hard and you will reap what you sow.Looking back 20 years to my 50's I can honestly say for a fact that even on a bad day I could outwork my 49 year old stepson by a factor of at least 2.
Now at 76 and undergoing cancer chemo therapy for 3 months and down 16 lbs. I might come close to kickin' his ass now. I mowed the 30' x 75' grassed dog run with a gas push mower three Fridays in a row now because his ass is too $%^& lazy. He's got more reasons NOT to do crap than I have aches and pains....more excuses than I could ever come up with. REALLY gets under my skin, unless you couldn't tell.
I miss them daily yet I feel their strength everyday. Each generation after them are more spoiled and weaker than the previous. Entitled, that I have a hard time understanding.
We have heard of The Great Reset, though we know it is a term from the Cowardly Elite, I often wonder if a Reset, war/uprising, would bring back this missing endurance lost from previous generations...
I pray for comfort and healing for you Tony...
Thanks, brother.
We all need prayer, some of us more than others and for various reasons. Lots of things are helpful when we have needs....a good doctor and team of treatment pros with a great plan, money, counseling, a capable and honest auto mechanic, a likewise home handyman and more. And of course, we should do OUR best to make informed and educated decisions about things and not leave it all the Him or all to chance. But for me, the best and most valuable of all those...is prayer.
So far I seem to be getting better, slowly but things are better since January. I have a few bad days but they are beginning to span further apart. I had my second IV chemo yesterday and will resume the daily oral chemo at home tonight after a week off. The next IV is in 3 weeks for a total of 48 weeks and that's the plan for now unless a chest CT scan and a pelvic MRI on Friday 4/11 says otherwise.
Amazingly, I got up only twice to pee last night instead of the usual 4 to 6 times, even after 3 bags of various IV liquids (anti-nausea, steroid and the actual cancer chemo) yesterday. My retired RN wife says it may be shrinking my prostate!
Only the Lord knows......and that's OK by me. He knows what we need and even the Rolling Stones knows it's not always what we want.
