Tuesday, August 31, 2010

imma go get it.

the plan is still in the making, but it looks a little something like this:

one day, i want to be able to fix people. Ideally, they'd be athletes. They'd tell me about the pain in their splitting shins, how much it hurts and how badly they want it to stop. As I fixed the pain I would tell them to not worry because I know exactly what it means to feel like a crumbling athlete but to be the best you must go through the worst.

Ideally, I would start with a small team and it would be stellar if I could work my way up to the big dogs. I'd travel with them, cheer them on, and tape 'em up as I watched them run, swim, kick, throw, bike, punt from my special bench on the sidelines. I would stitch their wounds cleanly, with years of sophistication and great care operating my hands. They would ask questions, and instead of referring them to ask the medic, I would be the medic with the answer.

Most of all they would trust me and this trust would challenge me to be responsible, self sacrificing, and dissatisfied unless I had put forward the best of my skills to the best of their health.

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yeah, i want it so get this fucking hurdle out of the way.