I grew up (11 years) in an all-male orphanage and had 47 fist-fights by the time I graduated.
Lived in 13 different homes and had 16 sets of parents, for at least 3 months each, by the time I was 17.
Mother was killed in a fire and dad was too distraught mixed with 2 1/2 years in the South Pacific to pick up the pieces.
He did what he did so we could get and education, which I did.
Been lifting weights for thirty years.
Hit a guy 3 years ago at a gas station.
He was in my face and there was no way out.
A left jab to his lower jaw pushed his lower teeth over far enough to clack against his opposite top teeth and I heard his jaw tendon rip.
He was about 27, 5'11" and just under 200 lbs.
Don't know my strength but it's more than I ever imagined.
Been at this all black high school for 7 years.
Volunteered to go there, knowing the demographic, thinking I could make a difference. Put up with a lot of crap.
Salary increased greatly because of additional degree's and certifications.
Currently have 2 Master Degree's, 9 teaching certifications, and just finished the work and passed the state test for a Principal certification in June. Sent in the paperwork last month. I'm mostly and adminstrator now, just teach one class.
Feeling very irritated because of limitations in my forearm from getting stabbed at the school 2 years ago and not being able to lift.
After lifting for 30 years, and using lifting as a positive outlet for angst, not having it is getting to me.
Saw the kid again today talking shit.
I told him he'll never get away with stepping within 1 inch of my space without me being in his face.
One fallen domino would knock all the others out of the running, but I'm biding my time.
If I finish this year, I will have all the juice to move into another district, and if I stay, I'll be in the top pay bracket next year. Very substancial.
Would love to jack up again, wife wants another baby, gotta stay small. Frustrating.
Some know of me and it's the same old boring story with a few new twists, but I miss the gym, of being massive, and going one day without the constant nagging pain and reminders.
Guess I'll go back in my sheltered realm and try to regroup, but like I wrote before, it amazes me how much I can tolerate.
If I was a body of water, I would be a deep lock ness, quelling subterfuge into the deep, and just to think that two weeks before getting stabbed I pulled 365 for 6 on the hammer strength pull-down machine. What a waste.
