Tonight I’m really thankful…
Wow, it’s been a quite a trip.
Fifteen years ago I arrived in Jackson. On the day before Thanksgiving. This is a big day for me.
I dropped out of grad classes for a summer trip. The Appalachian Trail soon grew old and my friend and I looked west. Far west to the John Muir Trail. After a night on the summit of Mount Whitney I realized I could never go back.
But I did.
I needed money and courage to escape. West.
I partied and lost sight of my goals.
It was November, and I woke up one morning and said to myself, “Today is the day”. I wrote a note to my boss explaining why I wasn’t going to be there that day and I loaded all of my stuff into the back seat of a 1988 Prelude. I had $212.00.
I went home for the weekend, visited with the only sibling I could trust as my actions weren’t proper for a boy of my upbringing and left.
Sunday night I said, “I’ll call you” to my parents, and walked out the door. I had a bag of cassette tapes and a larger bag of weed, but my tape player didn’t work and the weed did, so I was reduced to listening to FM across western NC. I found out later that night that Freddy Mercury had died. Little did I know that this would mean, I would listen to Queen on every radio station across the country. Because of this, Queen holds a place in my heart.
Lots of Queen. I remember that pretty well.
On Wednesday afternoon I arrived in Jackson Hole. I had $38.00.
The rest is history.
I stayed in the homeless mission for two nights. I pleaded for a job that had housing. I really pleaded. I learned to ski and moved out the following spring. I had the best boss one could ever dream of. My boss for the next three summers was part Drill Sergeant, part Father, and I needed that, I really did.
I climbed, skied, and partied.
When I got here there were no girls in town. One night we sat around and talked about where we had seen girls. One skid (skiing dirtbag- ski d) piped up that he had talked to a guy who had a friend who knew a girl. Times were tough.
I met a girl. We married quick. I knew a good thing when I saw it.
We had a baby.
I got a real job.
#2 came along.
I screwed my employer.
I became partners with a billionaire. I couldn’t believe it.
I saw who he made me become and told him to stuff it.
We sold everything we owned and moved into a VW bus. We traveled for a year.
#3 came along.
Florida gets a bad rap. It is really nice to sit on the beach every day. We sat on the beach for nine months straight. Really.
When we came back to Wyoming, the Red Carpet was rolled out for us. Everything worked out great.
#4 came along.
I got tempted and returned to a real job. Screw that. I wanted to ski. I wanted to ski with my kids. I wanted to be a husband.
I’m poor. My kids have what they need, not what they want.
I’ve lived on the line and I’m thankful that I took some chances. I get to be a father and a husband. I’m poor and I like it- it makes me think about the choices that affect my life.
I wouldn’t trade with you for a million dollars. Or a billion dollars.
Tonight I’m thankful.
Be who you are and live in peace.
Make the bold choices I made. Your bold choices will serve you and those you don’t even know yet.
Happy Thanksgiving. I’m thankful. Are you?
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