Life is not a journey to the grave with the intentions of arriving safely in pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "HOLY SHIT . . . WHAT A RIDE"
With this quote in mind, I head to Honolulu tomorrow morning to have my right shoulder repaired. When I tell people about my upcoming surgery, they always say "Oh I'm sorry, what happened".
1. That's not it at all, I'm happy it's finally getting fixed, it's been an ever increasing annoyance for some time.
2. What happened? - A really good life and lots of fun. I've played Baseball, Football and Volleyball. Paddled paddleboards and canoes, crossed the Kaiwi Channel from Molokai to O`ahu over 20 times, all with a certain amount of reckless abandon. I've built fences and furniture and love the feel of a hand saw going through wood. That's what happened to my shoulder, and that's only my right shoulder. I'm actually a lefty, my left shoulder has some really good stories of it's own (I had surgery on that one in 2007).
Now let's get this thing fixed so I can get back in the game.
Bring it on.
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