This has been a week filled with tragedy, devastation, and doubts.
Last week, I had talked to my friend's dad, Randy, about helping me fix my car, a 1977 Dodge Aspen. Randy told me that he would love to help me get the thing running again, because he loved to make cars like mine into hot rods....it would never happen.
Sunday night, Randy was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident near Long Beach, WA. He was returning home from the "End of the Road Rod Run" whwn the bike he was riding collided with a truck/trailer that had cut him off. He had no chance. He was only 50 years old. My friend April, who's boyfriend is my best friend David, called me Monday and told me the horrible news. I was crushed, not because of the car deal, but because Ramdy was one of those people you just cannot ever replace as a friend. Always friendly, always smiling, and always willing to help you out, whenever you needed it.
Monday night, David calls me up again. His brother was arrested on a felony charge. I am really starting to feel bad for David now, then he tells me some other disturbing news.....his little sister Melinda has been committed to a mental institution for trying to commit suicide.
Melinda, you see, hasn't been the same since she fell 50 feet off of Beacon Rock in the Columbia River Gorge area of Oregon. Apparently, this wasn't the first time she's tried to take her life either.
Yesterday, I receive a very strange, if not bizarre, phone message from David. The exact words, "Mike, it's me Dave, I need you to get me some drugs. Call me later. Peace."
Now, I am sure you all know by now, I work in a pharmacy, and am around controlled substances all the time. I called him back as soon as I got the message and asked him what it was about. He goes, "How can you get me some Percocet?" Through a doctor's prescription, because I am not about to lose my job over something like stealing the most controlled prescription substance....he told me he understood.
Then, the top it off, this morning....I read Randy's obituary in the paper. Tears were falling onto the print. Randy's memorial service is this Saturday. I made a promise to April that I would be there for her, her brother and his wife, and their mother. They are like family to me.
And to think, all this trouble in my life, and it's only Wednesday/Thursday.
Last week, I had talked to my friend's dad, Randy, about helping me fix my car, a 1977 Dodge Aspen. Randy told me that he would love to help me get the thing running again, because he loved to make cars like mine into hot rods....it would never happen.
Sunday night, Randy was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident near Long Beach, WA. He was returning home from the "End of the Road Rod Run" whwn the bike he was riding collided with a truck/trailer that had cut him off. He had no chance. He was only 50 years old. My friend April, who's boyfriend is my best friend David, called me Monday and told me the horrible news. I was crushed, not because of the car deal, but because Ramdy was one of those people you just cannot ever replace as a friend. Always friendly, always smiling, and always willing to help you out, whenever you needed it.
Monday night, David calls me up again. His brother was arrested on a felony charge. I am really starting to feel bad for David now, then he tells me some other disturbing news.....his little sister Melinda has been committed to a mental institution for trying to commit suicide.
Melinda, you see, hasn't been the same since she fell 50 feet off of Beacon Rock in the Columbia River Gorge area of Oregon. Apparently, this wasn't the first time she's tried to take her life either.
Yesterday, I receive a very strange, if not bizarre, phone message from David. The exact words, "Mike, it's me Dave, I need you to get me some drugs. Call me later. Peace."
Now, I am sure you all know by now, I work in a pharmacy, and am around controlled substances all the time. I called him back as soon as I got the message and asked him what it was about. He goes, "How can you get me some Percocet?" Through a doctor's prescription, because I am not about to lose my job over something like stealing the most controlled prescription substance....he told me he understood.
Then, the top it off, this morning....I read Randy's obituary in the paper. Tears were falling onto the print. Randy's memorial service is this Saturday. I made a promise to April that I would be there for her, her brother and his wife, and their mother. They are like family to me.
And to think, all this trouble in my life, and it's only Wednesday/Thursday.
rybo:
wow. best of luck man. all I can really say.
tobydog:
Yeah, wow too. Hang in there fella. Sometimes its pretty hard to make any sense out of things at all.