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Dan Decker lost his Dad today. For those of you that know Dan you'll know is one of the good guys. Please send him condolences on his loss...... (he used to post here once).....
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Dan if you ever read this..My thoughts are with your family
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Sorry for your loss Dan.
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unaware who he is, but thats brutal, sadness
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yes it is sad Josh..but he is a bber and trainer
(http://www.dandecker.net/rdehaan0706-400.jpg)
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i'm so, so sorry.
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Sorry to hear that...
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unaware who he is, but thats brutal, sadness
Josh, he is an excellent bodybuilder .....who I never understood how he was denied his IFBB Pro card... (gets 4th, place 5th place, etc) .....but more importantly is just a really nice guy.
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Josh, he is an excellent bodybuilder .....who I never understood how he was denied his IFBB Pro card... (gets 4th, place 5th place, etc) .....but more importantly is just a really nice guy.
yea he comes in top form, not sure why either Grant
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Dan Decker lost his Dad today. For those of you that know Dan you'll know is one of the good guys. Please send him condolences on his loss...... (he used to post here once).....
Thats sucks, I know Dan well and yes, he is definitely one of the good guys.
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Was he the Canadian guy trained by Tom Prince for awhile?
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Was he the Canadian guy trained by Tom Prince for awhile?
Dan is from Indiana.
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Then I will take that as a "no." :P
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i wouldnt even know who the hell it was if you said dan deckker had died.......let alone his father ???
honestly, what business is it of anyone, and why should we care.....almost 10,000 die in america each day.....150,000 in the world
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i wouldnt even know who the hell it was if you said dan deckker had died.......let alone his father ???
honestly, what business is it of anyone, and why should we care.....almost 10,000 die in america each day.....150,000 in the world
yes that is true, but some of us have compassion..
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i wouldnt even know who the hell it was if you said dan decker had died.......let alone his father ???
honestly, what business is it of anyone, and why should we care.....almost 10,000 die in america each day.....150,000 in the world
Because Dan Decker is a friend of mine and is very well known in bodybuildying/Fitness circles. He used to post here and we all know him. I don't care about the other 10 000 that die in America each day. I only care about my friends.
Please show some compassion? One day it might be your dad?
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yes that is true, but some of us have compassion..
i pretend to have compassion to make me appear more human...
truly tragic loss...
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Because Dan Decker is a friend of mine and is very well known in bodybuildying/Fitness circles. He used to post here and we all know him. I don't care about the other 10 000 that die in America each day. I only care about my friends.
Please show some compassion? One day it might be your dad?
fair enough. my apology
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fair enough. my apology
It takes a real man to apologize. Much appreciated and much respect to you. I hope you meet Dan one day.... he is a nice guy and class act. He was very close with his father too......
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i wouldnt even know who the hell it was if you said dan deckker had died.......let alone his father ???
honestly, what business is it of anyone, and why should we care.....almost 10,000 die in america each day.....150,000 in the world
Some of us know Dan that's why we care. If a relative of yours died I sure the world as a whole wouldn't care but I imagine you and the rest of your family and friends would. Well, maybe not you but I'm sure the others would.
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It takes a real man to apologize. Much appreciated and much respect to you. I hope you meet Dan one day.... he is a nice guy and class act. He was very close with his father too......
is that a scar on the right side of his face?
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fair enough. my apology
I should have read through the thread before I commented.
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I should have read through the thread before I commented.
No worries.....lets just think of Dan. The day I lose my Dad or Mom I am going to be an emotional mess.......
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Condolences.
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I can't imagine losing my Dad, it must be a really hard time for him. Dan looks like he has a top quality build too - shame today's judges can't recognize a good physiques.
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No worries.....lets just think of Dan. The day I lose my Dad or Mom I am going to be an emotional mess.......
Grant I understand what you mean, that is why we have to enjoy our parents every day..noone is getting younger and life is to short
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Sorry to hear it.
Stay strong Dan.
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Because Dan Decker is a friend of mine and is very well known in bodybuildying/Fitness circles. He used to post here and we all know him. I don't care about the other 10 000 that die in America each day. I only care about my friends.
Please show some compassion? One day it might be your dad?
From the impression I get from you I don't believe that. You strike me as a caring and compassionate guy. I'm sure when you read about a tragic death you care. Maybe it doesn't hit you in a personal way but you care. There was a news story last week where some enraged man was having a custody battle with his wife so he grabbed his seven year old child and threw her off an over pass onto on coming traffic. A 13 year old girl was walking home from school and eight gang bangers who were getting high in an abandon house grabbed her as she was walking by. They each took turns raping her then lit her on fire as well as setting the house on fire. I don't know the girl from Adam but she is someone's daughter, niece, sister... and they just treated her like a piece of meat. Like she was nothing. I can just imagine what it was like seeing the crime through her eyes. These animals laughing and lining up for their turn egging each other on.
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No worries.....lets just think of Dan. The day I lose my Dad or Mom I am going to be an emotional mess.......
You will be just fine. Take it from someone with two dead parents. ;)
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From the impression I get from you I don't believe that. You strike me as a caring and compassionate guy. I'm sure when you read about a tragic death you care. Maybe it doesn't hit you in a personal way but you care. There was a news story last week where some enraged man was having a custody battle with his wife so he grabbed his seven year old child and threw her off an over pass onto on coming traffic. A 13 year old girl was walking home from school and eight gang bangers who were getting high in an abandon house grabbed her as she was walking by. They each took turns raping her then lit her on fire as well as setting the house on fire. I don't know the girl from Adam but she is someone's daughter, niece, sister... and they just treated her like a piece of meat. Like she was nothing. I can just imagine what it was like seeing the crime through her eyes. These animals laughing and lining up for their turn egging each other on.
That just breaks my heart, both stories
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Oh, well — he wasn't going
to write Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.
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Sooner or later all of our peepholes will close. :-\
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You will be just fine. Take it from someone with two dead parents. ;)
Some of us have a bit more sensitivity.
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Some of us have a bit more sensitivity.
Trust me, you will live, no matter how sensitive you are.
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Oh, well — he wasn't going
to write Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.
I knew this was coming. Maybe you should just keep quiet when a person loses someone close to them instead of trivializing it. Just out of respect. People feel things different than you do. Just show some respect.
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Trust me, you will live, no matter how sensitive you are.
That is not the point.
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I knew this was coming. Maybe you should just keep quiet when a person loses someone close to them instead of trivializing it. Just out of respect. People feel things different than you do. Just show some respect.
Hey, I take a light-hearted approach to death. Its no big deal. We all die. Its only our selfish interest, for whatever reason, that wants someone back when they die
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Dan Decker lost his Dad today. For those of you that know Dan you'll know is one of the good guys. Please send him condolences on his loss...... (he used to post here once).....
Grant, i have no idea who he is, but i like you ( no homo), and if you respect Dan so much, then he must be a great guy. Send him my condolence.
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From the impression I get from you I don't believe that. You strike me as a caring and compassionate guy. I'm sure when you read about a tragic death you care. Maybe it doesn't hit you in a personal way but you care. There was a news story last week where some enraged man was having a custody battle with his wife so he grabbed his seven year old child and threw her off an over pass onto on coming traffic. A 13 year old girl was walking home from school and eight gang bangers who were getting high in an abandon house grabbed her as she was walking by. They each took turns raping her then lit her on fire as well as setting the house on fire. I don't know the girl from Adam but she is someone's daughter, niece, sister... and they just treated her like a piece of meat. Like she was nothing. I can just imagine what it was like seeing the crime through her eyes. These animals laughing and lining up for their turn egging each other on.
I have to admit you got me. I am very compassionate. I actually do care about these crimes that I see on the news ....especially with children. It's deeply upsetting to me and I get angry at myself for being so sensitive. But I am what I am I guess. I think it is rooted back to all the death I witnessed in Africa.....
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do you have a back shot of Dan?
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"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes."
Excerpt from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
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Hey, I take a light-hearted approach to death. Its no big deal. We all die. Its only our selfish interest, for whatever reason, that wants someone back when they die
So what? Is it selfish that you want a new car? Is it selfish that you want your relationship with your wife or girlfriend to last? If you have any desires whatsoever is it just because you are selfish? Sure we all die but how we die matters a lot. So did you take a light-hearted approach to people killed in war or a natural disasters. Was the genocide of the Jews or the Cambodians by Pol Pot no big deal because they weren't going to write Beethoven's 9th? Or the brutal murders in the Congo or Darfur?
I'm not going to let you high-jack Grant's thread but you sound like a selfish, self-absorbed, spoiled and miserable human being.
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Grant, i have no idea who he is, but i like you ( no homo), and if you respect Dan so much, then he must be a great guy. Send him my condolence.
Dan Decker is just a class act. Super nice guy. Humble and yet has a Pro class physique. Should have got his Pro card years ago! Thanks for your wishes to Dan. I hope he reads them here.
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"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes."
Excerpt from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
So for the good of society can you please appear to die. And aren't you the one who doesn't believe in an after life?
So it goes....
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So what? Is it selfish that you want a new car? Is it selfish that you want your relationship with your wife or girlfriend to last? If you have any desires whatsoever is it just because you are selfish? Sure we all die but how we die matters a lot. So did you take a light-hearted approach to people killed in war or a natural disasters. Was the genocide of the Jews or the Cambodians by Pol Pot no big deal because they weren't going to write Beethoven's 9th? Or the brutal murders in the Congo or Darfur?
I'm not going to let you high-jack Grant's thread but you sound like a selfish, self-absorbed, spoiled and miserable human being.
My relatives were sent to Concentration Camps. I think I understand a little bit about how to feel regarding the Holocaust. :-\
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I have to admit you got me. I am very compassionate. I actually do care about these crimes that I see on the news ....especially with children. It's deeply upsetting to me and I get angry at myself for being so sensitive. But I am what I am I guess. I think it is rooted back to all the death I witnessed in Africa.....
true... i've seen people die. its one thing to read in the paper, its one thing to see someone die. 4 years ago i was working at the club as hed of security, some gang bangers came in the club and started causing shit, we had to kick them out and thins got ugly. They waited outside and as our bouncers left, they shot one of my boys ( i was head of security i had to do some shit in the office). by the time i got upstairs the shot had been fired, my boy was bleeding. i tried my best to save him, i cant forget the image of him looking me in the eyes so helplessly fighting for his life, i could see fear in it, like he didnt know what the fuck just hit him.
he didnt actually die in my arm, but he took his last breaths there, he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital.
so yeah, once you relate to a real death, you wont just skim through stories about peoiple dieing, cuz you know how it feels for someone out there
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So for the good of society can you please appear to die. And aren't you the one who doesn't believe in an after life?
So it goes....
All we get is this life, but the past will always remain and the future will continue, with or without you. 8)
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All we get is this life, but the past will always remain and the future will continue, with or without you. 8)
shouldnt you be in Cali debating?on a serious note, i cant make up my mind if jezzbelle is hot or not. any more pics of her?
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true... i've seen people die. its one thing to read in the paper, its one thing to see someone die. 4 years ago i was working at the club as hed of security, some gang bangers came in the club and started causing shit, we had to kick them out and thins got ugly. They waited outside and as our bouncers left, they shot one of my boys ( i was head of security i had to do some shit in the office). by the time i got upstairs the shot had been fired, my boy was bleeding. i tried my best to save him, i cant forget the image of him looking me in the eyes so helplessly fighting for his life, i could see fear in it, like he didnt know what the fuck just hit him.
he didnt actually die in my arm, but he took his last breaths there, he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital.
so yeah, once you relate to a real death, you wont just skim through stories about peoiple dieing, cuz you know how it feels for someone out there
That's some deep stuff you posted. Thanks for sharing! I've been there at a very young age too..... I will post a story from my book shortly......
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Here it is:
Mason ...a true story.
I have told some friends here about the screenplay I have written. It's about the Zimbabwean war .... and how I ended up here in America.
My movie screenplay is pretty heavy. I included all my childhood memories in which I saw way too much death for a young boy .... so here goes:
Most poignant in my early memories was that of our huge black foreman on our farm Mason. Mason was from Malawi by birth and was basically my father's right hand man on the farm. He was a very large man ... maybe 6 foot 4 ...and very wide ... with seemingly giant hands ... but was truly a gentle giant. He often carried me... me at just 6 years old... Lifting me effortlessly onto his broad shoulders through the African bush as he pointed out the African wildlife.
Every day with Mason was a new adventure! My Dad trusted Mason implicitly. Mason taught me so very much about the African bush and how we must respect it. We saw so much wildlife during that time. Mason was a good husband and father and his five children adored him.
One day Mason saved me once from a very large African Puff Adder which had decided it wanted to slip it's fangs deep inside my lower calf. I was only seven years old at the time. We were walking along a river bed searching for a lost Afrikaaner male calf that had strayed from the herd and we never even saw the snake. Mason pulled the large snake off me with his bare hands and proceeded to twist it's neck until it cracked and broke. Had Mason not been quite so fast the Puff Adder would have injected it's deadly poison into my young body and I would not be here today. I have the bite marks to this day...and can show you them to you. They say death by a Puff Adder is the most painful way to die.... the nervous system goes into convulsions and then paralysis as you bleed from the nose and eyes as the body hemorrhages internally.
It was mere months after that President Mugabe's thugs came in the dead of the night and punished Mason for not having the voting card for Mugabe's political party(ZANU-PF). They knew he was the foreman of our farm and they wanted to make an example of him. So they dragged him behind their truck on a tar road..... until he had no skin left on his body.
Then they dumped Mason on our doorstep at 4 o'clock in the morning. It looked like they had peeled him with a potato peeler. I could see every muscle fibre, every vein and every sinew in his body. But it was somewhat blurred by the heavy crimson bleeding that continued to well up and drip everywhere. I was frozen in shock as to what I was witnessing. My mother and father did their very best to stop the bleeding .....but it was simply too much.
Despite his agony Mason remained surprisingly calm and still as my parents worked furiously on him.... and he gently grabbed my tiny hand in his giant hand ....and told me to stop crying. He looked at me with his tired eyes and told me to draw nearer to him .... where he finally whispered in my ear "Bwana, be a brave man and hold my hand. I am dying now."
He stopped breathing merely moments after that. His giant hand stayed tight over my little tiny hand ....even long after he had stopped breathing...
I cried for days and days. I still miss Mason, the gentle giant, to this very day.
True story.
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HEY TRUE ADONIS.......
YOU ARE A CALLOUS AND VERY FOOLISH PERSON......YOUR STATEMENTS ARE LACKING IN UNDERSTANDING AND WISDOM AND SENSITIVITY......YOU COME ACROSS AS A REAL LOSER.....VERY LOW SELF ESTEEM AND YOU COME ACROSS AS A REAL HORSES ASS......MANY IDIOTS POST HERE EVERY DAY......BUT YOU MIGHT TAKE THE CAKE......DO SOME SOUL SEARCHING BRO......MAYBE SEEK OUT SOME COUNSELING.......SOMETHI NG WRONG WITH YOUR OUTLOOK ON LIFE AND DEATH BRO!!
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My thoughts and prayers are with the entire Decker family!
May God rest your father's soul.
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HEY TRUE ADONIS.......
YOU ARE A CALLOUS AND VERY FOOLISH PERSON......YOUR STATEMENTS ARE LACKING IN UNDERSTANDING AND WISDOM AND SENSITIVITY......YOU COME ACROSS AS A REAL LOSER.....VERY LOW SELF ESTEEM AND YOU COME ACROSS AS A REAL HORSES ASS......MANY IDIOTS POST HERE EVERY DAY......BUT YOU MIGHT TAKE THE CAKE......DO SOME SOUL SEARCHING BRO......MAYBE SEEK OUT SOME COUNSELING.......SOMETHI NG WRONG WITH YOUR OUTLOOK ON LIFE AND DEATH BRO!!
And you have a very antiquated, dare I say Dark Age view, of death.
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Here it is:
Mason ...a true story.
I have told some friends here about the screenplay I have written. It's about the Zimbabwean war .... and how I ended up here in America.
My movie screenplay is pretty heavy. I included all my childhood memories in which I saw way too much death for a young boy .... so here goes:
Most poignant in my early memories was that of our huge black foreman on our farm Mason. Mason was from Malawi by birth and was basically my father's right hand man on the farm. He was a very large man ... maybe 6 foot 4 ...and very wide ... with seemingly giant hands ... but was truly a gentle giant. He often carried me... me at just 6 years old... Lifting me effortlessly onto his broad shoulders through the African bush as he pointed out the African wildlife.
Every day with Mason was a new adventure! My Dad trusted Mason implicitly. Mason taught me so very much about the African bush and how we must respect it. We saw so much wildlife during that time. Mason was a good husband and father and his five children adored him.
One day Mason saved me once from a very large African Puff Adder which had decided it wanted to slip it's fangs deep inside my lower calf. I was only seven years old at the time. We were walking along a river bed searching for a lost Afrikaaner male calf that had strayed from the herd and we never even saw the snake. Mason pulled the large snake off me with his bare hands and proceeded to twist it's neck until it cracked and broke. Had Mason not been quite so fast the Puff Adder would have injected it's deadly poison into my young body and I would not be here today. I have the bite marks to this day...and can show you them to you. They say death by a Puff Adder is the most painful way to die.... the nervous system goes into convulsions and then paralysis as you bleed from the nose and eyes as the body hemorrhages internally.
It was mere months after that President Mugabe's thugs came in the dead of the night and punished Mason for not having the voting card for Mugabe's political party(ZANU-PF). They knew he was the foreman of our farm and they wanted to make an example of him. So they dragged him behind their truck on a tar road..... until he had no skin left on his body.
Then they dumped Mason on our doorstep at 4 o'clock in the morning. It looked like they had peeled him with a potato peeler. I could see every muscle fibre, every vein and every sinew in his body. But it was somewhat blurred by the heavy crimson bleeding that continued to well up and drip everywhere. I was frozen in shock as to what I was witnessing. My mother and father did their very best to stop the bleeding .....but it was simply too much.
Despite his agony Mason remained surprisingly calm and still as my parents worked furiously on him.... and he gently grabbed my tiny hand in his giant hand ....and told me to stop crying. He looked at me with his tired eyes and told me to draw nearer to him .... where he finally whispered in my ear "Bwana, be a brave man and hold my hand. I am dying now."
He stopped breathing merely moments after that. His giant hand stayed tight over my little tiny hand ....even long after he had stopped breathing...
I cried for days and days. I still miss Mason, the gentle giant, to this very day.
True story.
That's one of the sadder stories i've ever read :(
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My condolences, Dan.
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Here it is:
Mason ...a true story.
I have told some friends here about the screenplay I have written. It's about the Zimbabwean war .... and how I ended up here in America.
My movie screenplay is pretty heavy. I included all my childhood memories in which I saw way too much death for a young boy .... so here goes:
Most poignant in my early memories was that of our huge black foreman on our farm Mason. Mason was from Malawi by birth and was basically my father's right hand man on the farm. He was a very large man ... maybe 6 foot 4 ...and very wide ... with seemingly giant hands ... but was truly a gentle giant. He often carried me... me at just 6 years old... Lifting me effortlessly onto his broad shoulders through the African bush as he pointed out the African wildlife.
Every day with Mason was a new adventure! My Dad trusted Mason implicitly. Mason taught me so very much about the African bush and how we must respect it. We saw so much wildlife during that time. Mason was a good husband and father and his five children adored him.
One day Mason saved me once from a very large African Puff Adder which had decided it wanted to slip it's fangs deep inside my lower calf. I was only seven years old at the time. We were walking along a river bed searching for a lost Afrikaaner male calf that had strayed from the herd and we never even saw the snake. Mason pulled the large snake off me with his bare hands and proceeded to twist it's neck until it cracked and broke. Had Mason not been quite so fast the Puff Adder would have injected it's deadly poison into my young body and I would not be here today. I have the bite marks to this day...and can show you them to you. They say death by a Puff Adder is the most painful way to die.... the nervous system goes into convulsions and then paralysis as you bleed from the nose and eyes as the body hemorrhages internally.
It was mere months after that President Mugabe's thugs came in the dead of the night and punished Mason for not having the voting card for Mugabe's political party(ZANU-PF). They knew he was the foreman of our farm and they wanted to make an example of him. So they dragged him behind their truck on a tar road..... until he had no skin left on his body.
Then they dumped Mason on our doorstep at 4 o'clock in the morning. It looked like they had peeled him with a potato peeler. I could see every muscle fibre, every vein and every sinew in his body. But it was somewhat blurred by the heavy crimson bleeding that continued to well up and drip everywhere. I was frozen in shock as to what I was witnessing. My mother and father did their very best to stop the bleeding .....but it was simply too much.
Despite his agony Mason remained surprisingly calm and still as my parents worked furiously on him.... and he gently grabbed my tiny hand in his giant hand ....and told me to stop crying. He looked at me with his tired eyes and told me to draw nearer to him .... where he finally whispered in my ear "Bwana, be a brave man and hold my hand. I am dying now."
He stopped breathing merely moments after that. His giant hand stayed tight over my little tiny hand ....even long after he had stopped breathing...
I cried for days and days. I still miss Mason, the gentle giant, to this very day.
True story.
Bwana...i love that.
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im retarded i thought Grant was from new zealand
good grief
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Grant, the guy I introduced you too, is this the script you brought, I thought you showed him completely something different. I may want to see this. Call me
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Dan Decker lost his Dad today. For those of you that know Dan you'll know is one of the good guys. Please send him condolences on his loss...... (he used to post here once).....
I did an article on Dan for the current Iron Man (June 2010)> he metioned his Dad being really ill. Sorry for your loss Dan. You can find him on FB.
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Wow Salt, truely sorry indeed. I cannot imagine what that was like. Just reminds me of seeing Grandpa pass 2 years ago. When he was on life support, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, that he lived a long, happy life and I and my daughter were proud of him..he started moving his hands, then I said Grandpa don't fight it, Grandma has been waiting for you for five years. She is anxious to yell at you (they were married 60 years when she passed)..he opened his eyes and smiled. Few hours later, as per his health care power of attorney, we took him off life support. As coming back to the hospital with my daughter (didn't want to her to see him with all the wires) and we pulled into the parking lot, I got the call he was gone. 90 years old and held out as long as he did.
Life is short. No matter wether young or old, hold life close, go for your goals and cherrish all you care about
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I also have known Dan for a good long time now and can reinforce the fact that he is definitely one of finest person I've had the honor to meet.
I've also stated on many an occasion that Dan is what the 'sport' of bodybuilding should be all about.
My condolences to Dan and his family back hone.
GRANT ... Thank you for writing about Mason! It was an emotional read and it would be wonderful if you could ever get Mason's (and many other's) story published and publicized on an international scale.
I know nothing about south Africa's recent history and would love to hear it's story from your perspective in a separate post one day. All the good guys/bad guys info and if the US was involved in any capacity. (I did read Michner's "The Covenant" once though.
Got more, but this is about Dan's dad, so I'll drop it for now.
RIP and God bless - Mr. Decker. I've never met him, but he certainly raised a very good son.