She wanted to spend a little time with me, something we had rarely done in the years leading up to this moment. She told me how proud she was of my commitment to give up the drink and to stop smoking. She was always worried that I would end up like my father since I it looked as if I jumped head first into his gene pool while just sticking my toe in hers.
Of course, she was right.
Then she let out with a little nugget that startled me. I can remember her exact words.
“Chris, you have the intellectual capacity to do whatever it is you want to do. Of the three of you, school came easiest to you, you always were interested in learning and you always did best whenever you choose to apply yourself. But my baby boy, your passion scares me. The way you take things personally and then get yourself so worked up over stuff.”
She paused for a moment and I saw a tear in her eye. She looked down at the her folded hands, hands that were now older than they should have been because of the cancer that finally was taking her from me and the world after a hard fought 15 year battle.
She looked up again. “Don’t let this passion ruin your life. Don’t let it consume you like it did your father. Don’t let that passion turn to bitterness and defeat. Try to step back a bit, let things unfold before you…”
the Newest post to my Lung Transplant Blog....
there is a fair amount of stuff about my foray into electorial politics in this one...
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