Stories to lift your spirits
Ex Sailors love to tell stories. Some are stories and some are sea stories which evolve as they are told over the years ☺ I was inspired to start this discussion by @usmccam who created the artwork for me (THANK YOU!) after reading a post I made with an attached story. I have been fortunate to be a member of the Pine Island Toastmasters Club in Pine Island, Minnesota which helped me evolve and taught me how to be a better speaker...well, better than what I was anyway.
I would like to start the ball rolling by sharing one of my earlier stories/speeches a from a few years ago.
The Road to Recovery
My name is John…I am a CAR-A-HOLIC.
My road to recovery has been a long struggle. It all started with my first new car. I was young and impressionable. I had a great job with IBM and I had money-to-burn…meaning “no kids”! Then it happened. I saw my first love. A 1967 Pontiac GTO. It was beautiful…pearl white with coral blue interior.
I LOVED THAT CAR!
Then reality set it. First, I found out that GTO stood for Gas, Tires, and Oil. Next, it fell victim to a neighborhood hit and run accident. After getting an estimate to have it fixed, I pulled up to an on ramp for the Harbor Freeway and seconds later heard the squealing sound of tires behind me…just in time to grab the steering wheel and hang on. A flower delivery van had pushed the trunk all the way to rear wheels. Try explaining the second accident to the insurance agent when the first one wasn’t even fixed yet. What a day that was. It was never the same after the accident. After the GTO I went through several new cars but they were just cars if you know what I mean.
Then it happened again! I fell in love again! With visions of being able to leap large boulders and cross deep creeks in the outback, I bought a 1970 Toyota Landcruiser. It was red beauty. It even came with it’s own metric tool kit for a real emergency. I was ready for the great outdoors! I even added an AM/FM radio as an option.
I LOVED THAT CAR!
It was a short relationship. She had only 6000 miles on her when I dumped her. No way I’m keeping a car when I can’t hear the radio driving at 55 MPH. I went through several more loves until it happened again.
I found another love. A 1972 Chevy Blazer. It had everything…lockout hubs, 4 on the floor, skid plates, 2 batteries. Bring on the outdoors. I was ready!
I LOVED THAT TRUCK!
It didn’t take me long to plan a back packing trip in the Sierras with my best friend. Our trip went as planned. We found some old logging roads into a remote area. We crossed a couple of creeks and finally reached the end of the trail only to find a Volkswagen Bus parked in the opening. Can you imagine how I felt! So much for needing 4 wheel drive.
A few years and a few more new cars later, I felt my youth slipping away. I was almost 40 and never had a sports car. I told my financial manager…I want a sports car! Boy was she a tough sell but being the salesman I am and convincing her that I spend a gazillion hours a week in my car for work, she broke down and gave her approval. And there I was…on the prowl for the coolest sports car in Aberdeen, South Dakota. It didn’t take me long to find a brand spanking new 1975 ½ Datsun 260Z. Metallic brown with black interior, 5 speed on the floor…I’m set!
I LOVED THAT CAR!
70, 80, 90, 110…this baby really moved. I spent hours and hours polishing and cleaning her. No way I was going to have a dirty car. One Saturday afternoon I decided to take her out for a spin when I notice something on the trunk lid. Large letters the size of a basketball were scratched on the trunk. The closer I got, the madder I got. W – A – D – E. Boy was I hot. I turned around and went back into the house looking for my 5 year old son…by the way his name is Wade. I confronted him and asked him how his name got on Dad’s sports car. His reply was quick – “Suzy made me do it.” Suzy was the 5 year old blonde bombshell that lived across the street and was the neighborhood ringleader. After a brief “calm” discussion with him I decided he should be the one to “fix” it. I got out the rubbing compound, gave him a rag and told him to rub until he doesn’t see his name. I went back to check on him about and hour or so later. Poor kid really looked beat and tired. I decided to let him off the hook with a promise not to ever listen to Suzy again.
The 260Z was my last real love. I’ve had other new cars since then but it’s not the same anymore. Age and no expense checks have mellowed me.
I AM ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY!!
Then along came the 80s and the personal computer.
HONEY, I NEED A COMPUTER!
Somewhere in the back of my mind, the wheels were already spinning. Newer, bigger, better, faster became entrenched in my most inner being. Computers, computers, computers …I couldn’t get them out of my mind.
I LOVE COMPUTERS!
There you have it. The Reader’s Digest condensed story of my life.
My ROAD TO RECOVERY is now the onramp to the INFORMATION SUPER HIGHWAY!
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Being a parent is great. Being a grandparent is. THE GREATEST!
@grandmar. Yes yes yes the greatest
Thank you!
@grandmar I will not drive into NYC myself. When we visit our daughter in Manhattan I leave the driving to my husband. I visited her once alone and took a train. I can easily drive all over Boston, and they claim Boston drivers are crazy, but the sheer abundance of cars, changing lanes, and the crazy taxi drivers are intimidating in NYC.
JK
@grandmar I get the feeling you wanted to be a grandmother. 😉
I am way too old to not have grandchildren. My children were late bloomers when it came/comes to getting married. My daughter got married in November, 2017 at the age of 35 and I don't think she will have children. My son is getting married in August at the age of 38 (a week before he turns 39). I know his fiancee is dying to have children so I think it won't be too much longer. Unfortunately, they live in Denver so I won't get to see the grands as much as I would like, it will be bittersweet when they have children. I'm hoping my daughter will end up having children too, but if so she had better hurry, although I was born when my mother was 40. I am just afraid that if she doesn't have children she will regret it at some time. She loves children and is great with them. If she has children she will probably be living in Philadelphia at that point. She and her husband share addresses in NYC and Philadelphia due to work but at some point they will need to consolidate.
JK
@johnbishop Love it! I tell my husband that he is becoming like the title of the movie, "Grumpy old men".
I love the Valentine story too. I heard someone describe marriage as being like a roller coaster ride. There are ups and down but if you stick out the downs you will be rewarded with the ups. I think that's true but unfortunately too often young people bail out at the first sign of a problem.
JK
JK, don't you know you are NEVER too old to become a grandparent???
If and when it comes, if it comes, it's a blessing and a rejuvenation of your life!
As far as the right age to have children, your kids have plenty of time.
Many women are having their first child in their early to mid 40s.
Of course, either they then have another right away, or they are done!
Would it at all be possible for you to move near either one of your children to be a part of a future grandchild's life??
A few months after our last was born, due to my ailments, we decided to move to Florida.
I waited sooooooooooo long to be a grandma, that I had a horrible anxiety attack about moving down south full time.
Our original goal was to be a snowbird, but once we spent a January and February here, we knew moving full time was right for us.
I just couldn't pull the cord.
I wanted to be down south. I knew it was the best for my health.
I also wanted to stay up north to be the doting grandma that I waited so long for.
I drove my hubby crazy changing my mind.
I drove myself crazy, too, that's why the hospital stay.
I finally came to the 'real' conclusion that Florida was the place for us to be.
To our HUGE surprise, my daughter and son-in-law decided they wanted to move here to be with us!!!!
They sold their house immediately.
They decided to build in the same development as us, just a block away!
Now I get to watch my oldest grand grow up and be a very important part of her life.
Sadly, other than face time, I don't see my other two very often.
We used to be sure either they came here or we went there ever other month or so.
Once they started going to school, that became difficult.
Then when my health issues kicked in full force, going up there became impossible.
Anyway, there I go again, going on and on....
Happy weekend!
Ronnie
JK
I don't blame you for that!
I was born and raised in NY.
I learned to drive in NY, but in Manhattan...yikes!!!
I once had to drive into the city myself to pick up my brother-in-law from the hospital.
Don't you know the street was closed down?
I panicked!
I don't remember HOW I got there, but I did.
Thank goodness he co-piloted our way home!
So when New York (Manhattan) is our destination, my hubby drives, too; I cover my eyes with my hands so I don't have to watch!!!
Living away so long from NY, I don't think I wold drive in any part of NY any longer.
Ronnie
JK Better you than me with grandchildren. I never wanted any and thank goodness I don't have any.
Carol
@contentandwell We did s trivia question today Which country has the most divorce rate It is the USA. The young people of today bail out instead of working it out not all but some