If someone had told me the boy of 13, who ran all day, the young man of 23 who pranced on roof tops or the 33 year old who stood directing camps in 100° heat, that at 43 he'd be winded and aching from walking one block, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13 with the glove on his hand, the young man of 23 throwing touchdowns on Sundays or the 33 year old shooting threes, would not play a sport at 43 , he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13, who flirted endlessly, the young man of 23 who thought he was married or the 33 year old who had already had two five year relationships, would be alone at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13, who flirted endlessly, the young man of 23 who thought he was married or the 33 year old who had already had two five year relationships, would be alone at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13 went to the best school in the city, the young man of 23 who wanted to learn so much more or the 33 year old who couldn't stop researching would be without a degree at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the 13 year old worked at a local deli, who at 23 worked 40 hours a week, 51 weeks a year and who at 33 was doing everything he could while taking on even more responsibility at home would be struggling to fun work, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the 13 year old who couldn't run out if the house fast enough to go play, the 23 year old who lived spending every night with his friends and girlfriend, the 33 year old who stayed out til all hours would
want nothing better than to sit with his dad and brother by a fire, he'd have never believed.
If someone had told me life would kick the shit out of me and my loved ones as much as it has, and I'd be the one listening to trivial problems of those with lives most would die for, I'd never have believed, because until 34, I had that life. I just never knew it.
I wish someone had told me.
If someone had told me the boy of 13 with the glove on his hand, the young man of 23 throwing touchdowns on Sundays or the 33 year old shooting threes, would not play a sport at 43 , he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13, who flirted endlessly, the young man of 23 who thought he was married or the 33 year old who had already had two five year relationships, would be alone at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13, who flirted endlessly, the young man of 23 who thought he was married or the 33 year old who had already had two five year relationships, would be alone at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the boy of 13 went to the best school in the city, the young man of 23 who wanted to learn so much more or the 33 year old who couldn't stop researching would be without a degree at 43, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the 13 year old worked at a local deli, who at 23 worked 40 hours a week, 51 weeks a year and who at 33 was doing everything he could while taking on even more responsibility at home would be struggling to fun work, he'd never have believed.
If someone had told me the 13 year old who couldn't run out if the house fast enough to go play, the 23 year old who lived spending every night with his friends and girlfriend, the 33 year old who stayed out til all hours would
want nothing better than to sit with his dad and brother by a fire, he'd have never believed.
If someone had told me life would kick the shit out of me and my loved ones as much as it has, and I'd be the one listening to trivial problems of those with lives most would die for, I'd never have believed, because until 34, I had that life. I just never knew it.
I wish someone had told me.
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