Dan Decker lost his dad.....

[wild willie]

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!!

[wild willie]

My thoughts and prayers are with the entire Decker family!

May God rest your father's soul.

[The True Adonis]

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.

[James Blunt]

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 

[brooklynbruiser]

My condolences, Dan.

[bigdumbbell]

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.  

[disturbia]

im retarded i thought Grant was from new zealand

good grief

[noworries]

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

[Max_Rep]

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.

[newmom]

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

[stuntmovie]

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.