"Good times, Bad times, give me some of that" Edie Perkel......
I remember almost all of the "bad things" that ever happened in my life, but very little of the good things.......
The "bad things" had a much greater impact on me......I expected the good things, but not the unpleasant things.
I had the misfortune of getting 3 bad women in row.......imagine the bad luck of that? A kid I worked with in the car shop, said, "When you think that everyone in the world is an azzhole, it might be you". Of course I greased all the handles on his tool box.......revenge is sweet, except for when it comes back to you.
My wards, the kids........."If there was a manual on how to raise kids it would stretch all the way to the moon", and the first page would say, "Do the best that you can", Its all that you can do".
What I learned about raising kids it that its a two way street, that is they're rasing you just as much as you're rasing them........
My oldest gave me, "good times, bad times". I remember the bad times the most. They were of course a small percentage of our short time together......but for some reason again I expected the good.......not the bad times.
It would seem that I lived in two different worlds at the same time. In my favorite world, the cam never went flat, my Harley always started with the 1 st kick......my wife was always pleasant.....and a joy to be around. My kids were all intellegent and never asked for everything in the world. They were always polite and considerate of the feelings of others and excellent at keeping thier rooms clean and tihs is the biggee........they always checked all the fluids in thier cars, before starting them.........
But best of all none of them asked for a motorcycle.............
Of course that was the expected world........ In reality....... Two of them went to jail.......my oldest more than a few times.......in more than one state. My daughter followed suit her first arrest was at 16........second arrest was at 21.......both DUI's........ All three of the lovely women turned out to be real duds.......... My youngest son, did the best in life......but he has no empathy for anyone but himself. But I never had a cam go flat I only used OEM parts. My Harley only failed to start once, and it only threw me under a car once. It dropped me in the street a couple of times but it wasn't the bikes fault.......got hit by a car and another Harley.....
The "bad times" were a very small part of my life, but I remember them the most. Not because thet were "bad times" but because they taught me the most about myself, those that I love, and about life.
"Good times, bad times, give me some of that"..............
I used to believe in fairy tales. I can't remember when I stopped believing.
If I focused on the disappointments and heartaches, I'd be a bitter, hateful woman, much like your three ex-wives. When I die, I want people to remember me for my generous heart....usually sweet disposition...and unconditional love for my friends (and the few family members I claim). And I want them to remember I loved the color pink and carnations and pink carnations. I don't want to be remembered like I remember my paternal grandmother: a hateful, mean, unloving cold woman who got mad because all of her grandkids (there were 8 of us) ate the homemade strawberry icecream she made for us. We thought that's what she made it for. I wonder if anyone else remembers her cutting remarks...or if they even heard them. Another story for another day.
Yours in an old soul, Bud. You know more than the rest of us could ever hope to learn. Fascinating. You are a good man with a good heart, and you've been crapped on by so many people for so many years, and I hate it for you.
And if I ever make it our your way, the first few pitchers are on me.
Speedie thank you, but I'm no less or greater than anyone else in the world. We are all on the same path, and thats the real lesson in life. We are all here for the same reason.
I never wanted to be any bettter than anyone else. But I've always wanted to be just as good.
I think that were all the same. We all want to be happy to see all that we love to be happy. We all do what we can to protect those that we love and all that they love.
To be bitter and hateful only means that we didn't get it. We need to learn to love our enemys.........because then they become our friends. and we no longer have any enemys.
Force is met by resistance. If we quit resisting the force of resistance has no where to exist. Peace and tranquiity is the way of the universe.
Things are the way that they are. I'm niether bitter or hateful......understanding has replaced my disillions with reality. In the end I will be the only person to to be there for me, just as I was born.
Your a good friend and I'am honored to you know you. My belessing are with you.
Thats what they all say...........lol Ive been married before and it wasn't happy.......I was but she wasn't. She didn't like the Harley in the dining room. She didn't like me being off on a ride all the time. She didn't like my originals......new Levis that you never, ever, wash and alwaysl wear them on a ride........
She wanted me to work anywhere but in a bike shop? She didn't like my bros, my drinking, or the dope..............
Ya know ya just can't make some people happy........I don't get it. I never asked her to clean my spokes, or to kick my bike. I let her use my old truck to get to work.......she didn't like cuz the window didn't roll up. Thats what jackets are for.......
She said that after the split that she'd never get with another biker again....... Well she did and he beat the snot out of her........her mistake was he rode a crotch rocket. They're all nuts.
