If I ever needed more motivation to work out...  

WildWon1982 34M
625 posts
2/4/2006 4:52 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

If I ever needed more motivation to work out...

I just learned this evening that an old friend of mine died last week of a heart attack. He was 28. I spent my childhood learning a lot from him, most of all not to be afraid (since he was the one always trying to scare me). The last time I saw him was almost a decade ago, and he was a lot bigger than I am now (I'm about 5'11" 250 while he was 6'1" and easily 350), but when I heard the news tonight, it sent a shiver through my spine.

Rick was the kind of guy who took pride in "lovingly aggravating" everyone. The best way to make you not scared was to scare you, desensitize you, and it worked. Every summer he would leave my sister and I gasping for breath as he thought up new and more elaborate ways to dunk us in the swimming pool. But after a while, he taught me not to be afraid, even to have fun with it. Without him, I never would have climbed onto their roof to jump into a 4' above ground pool.

When I was 7 and he was 12, we went to the Bahamas (our mothers were very close) for his mother's wedding. The first night there, he taught me how to eat shrimp, which I had never tried before. By the end of the night, I actually out-gorged him, consuming more than 5 pounds of steamed shrimp by myself. He taught me not to be afraid to try new things. I also had a fear of hermit crabs at the time, and he tried to shove them down my shirt. They tickled, and I was scared. But then he reminded me that the first night I ate the equivalent of a couple hundred hermit crabs. How could I be afraid of something that I could dip in cocktail sauce?

When he babysat my sister and I for his mother, he introduced me to the horror genre of cinema. He started me off slow, with a comedy based on horror lore, "My Best Friend is a Vampire." He then graduated me to a horror franchise, "Friday the 13th, Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan." Finally, he took me to the big time with a movie whose title I don't remember. All I remember was the horrifying imagery of a woman in her underwear, shackled to the ceiling, while another woman superglued a bucket to her stomach. The bucket contained a starving rat that ate through the woman's stomach. I was terrified, but since then, I've never been afraid of any movie.

He taught me not to be afraid. He was the most fearless man I ever knew, and for him to be cut down by something he couldn't even see, at the age of 28, only 5 years older than I am now, I don't know what to say, except, I'm afraid.

RIP Rick.

Music in background: Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding

kitchenfun1234 44M
1797 posts
2/7/2006 9:23 am

Dude, I'm sure the blogging community all feel for you. Losing a friend is never easy.

Don't ever give up searching for the fun in life.

mangomamiCT 41F

2/7/2006 10:02 pm

Im sorry for your loss baby

saddletrampsk 54F

2/10/2006 3:14 pm

Sorry for your lose sweety..He sounded like a great guy to know..

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