I am going to get serious here...
one time on POF, a 20 year old girl on a wheelchair and breathing machine messaged me saying I was cute. I read her profile and got depressed. How could I complain when a 20 year old girl is on a wheelchair and trying to make the most of life? She sounded all upbeat on her profile too. I didn't know how to respond. I thought to just not answer, but I felt I really needed to.I said something along the lines of (don't make fun of me, I was feeling vulnerable)
"This is awesome! You're awesome! I loved reading your profile and think you are a very special girl. Maybe not what I am looking for romantically, but you are very pretty and have a very pretty smile and I think you are amazing. Keep kicking ass!" then I signed my name.
she replied "awww thanks you just made my day."
I instantly just started balling out crying. Humbled the fuck out of me. One of those moments that makes you re-evaluate life
I feel ya bro,
back in college days i used to run a night club, im a pretty big guy,alpha male type, all american wrestler..ya know? the type that didnt give a fuck about anything and was high on life... someinstances i remember that fucked with my head..
1) back then the club was 18+, so people that were over 21 would get a bracelt on their right arm, and there was alot of underage drinking, so we had to toss them out... So i see this kid drinking with his left hand, and the bracelet was on his left hand.. i go tap him on the shoulder and say something like " hey bro, you gotta get the fuck outta here" cuz i knew the doorman wouldnt make the mistake of putting the bracelt on the wrong hand, so i thought the kid was underage and brought his own bracelet from home, but was too stupid to put it on the right hand... so i tell he has to leave, he asks why, and as soon as i want to explain, i see that he doesnt have a right arm... im telling you man, my throat lumped up, i told him i made a mistake, i went outside cuz i couldnt breathe... my eyes were watery and if i wasnt in public, i wouldve cried like a bitch... anyways, i made it up to him, told the bartender to comp all his drinks for the rest of the night, and had a shot with him and his friends on the house
i dont know, just the thought of a kid probably my age at the time, that has to go his entire life without one arm, and here ima big athletic guy and still bitching that i couldnt get to 7% bf from 8%bf... it made me put life in a whole new perspective
2) Some gang members came into our club one night, started some shit with a bartender, one of them fingered a Bottle Service's girl's ass, and we got in a big fight with them, fucked them up and wiped the floor with them...Several weeks later they came back, ( later on we found that they paid the bouncer that was at the back door of the club, and that dumbass saw green, let them in without patting them down..) anyways, they start another fight with our staff, it was legit a 20-25an brawl , fight pours outside, and we hear 2 shots and everyone starts running.. one of my boys had got shot in the chest.. he wasnt even a bouncer, just trying to back up up... i held him, trying to do everything to stopp the blood, i kept telling him to be strong and stay away and its nothing serious, but he couldnt even talk.. about 2 mins, he was dead... he was looking me in the eys when he dies, i was holding him, and its a wierd feeling, holding someone alive, and boom, next second he's dead...
makes you question life, and what is it.. its wierd, you will probably think im crazy, but like i felt something leave his body... one of the worst experiences of my life.. it fucked with my head for a few months, would wake up at nights with panic attacks and shit, but time cures everything
thats two off the top of my head
