Post by Danger10 on Jun 28, 2015 2:26:49 GMT -5
Morning
It's been a while.
It's been a while since I've seen the outside of a hospital. Ever since my mentor, Sean, has been in a coma, I've been by his side . He awoke a few weeks ago and has been doing good. Still, I've put everything on hold, including my WFWF career, until Sean is healthy again. Just waking up to begin his day, I'm already here for any moral support he may need.
"What are you still doing here champ?" He asks as he stretches and wakes up.
"I already told you, I'm gonna be here until your healthy enough to come home," I tell him.
"I thought you had a match coming up," he asks me as he sits up and gets comfortable.
"Yeah, but you don't need to worry about that," I tell him, not wanting to cause any type of stress.
"Yeah well, either way you need to get out of here," he tells me as he surveys his breakfast tray.
"It'll be fine," I assure him.
"No, you got to get back to the gym and get back in shape. You still got a lot to accomplish," he tells me as he eats his cereal.
I know he's talking about my WFWF career that I've put on hold until he gets better. Anyways, I'd rather be here for him.
"That stuff can wait, there's more important things than that," I tell him firmly.
"Wait for what, champ?" He asks, "You don't have time to wait for anything, you gotta go out there and take what you want." He tells me.
I can tell he's getting better, just by him giving me this tough love.
"I'll be alright, it's just like riding a bike," I tell him, "I want to make sure you'll be okay."
"What for?" He asks. It must be the morphine talking, "What if I wasn't gonna be okay?"
"Well then, I'd be right here for you," I let him know.
"Why? That's what all these Doctors are for. Besides, you can't do me any good, you need to be living your life," He tells me still enjoying his breakfast, "Life doesn't stop for anybody."
"I gotta be here for you," I say a little confused over the topic of our conversation.
"You can't do me any good here," he continues "you can do a lot of good continuing your career."
I start to see where he's going with this.
"Somewhere there's a kid out there, your biggest fan, and he's wondering 'Where's Shapiro?' 'When's Shapiro coming back' and that kid needs an answer, that kids need some hope. You can do that kid a lot more good for that kid than you can for me."
I nod in agreement.
"Go out there and do your thing. Don't worry, I'll be watching from here," he says pointing to the TV.
I get up and give him a hug. I turn back before I leave and with a smile I tell him, "I'll be back to check up on you."
He gives me a proud smile as I disappear through the door.
The Next Day
I'm enjoying a juicy burger at the local burger joint, when a young boy walks in. He fiddles around with the coin machines as I pick at my fries. Something about this kid catches my eye. Maybe it's the holes in that t-shirt or maybe it's his shaggy, untamed hair, but something about this kid catches my eye.
I take a drink from my soda and go back to my burger. As my match at Choke Hold with the rookie Joey Raid approaches, I can't get what Sean was telling me out of my head. Thinking about how many kids are out there wondering where I'm at, where I've been. Will they embrace me with open arms when I return or did I let them down? Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
I'm almost done with my meal when I notice the young boy is still at the coin machines. A women in faded clothes has entered the restaurant and approached the boy. As they converse it becomes obvious he knows the women, I'm sure it's his boy's mother. She talks to him as she dusts his clothes off seeing he's a little dirty, as most boys are. They share some laughs before she grabs the child's hand and leads him to the register.
I start gathering my trash so I can be on my way. I look over to the counter as I get up from my seat. I can't tell what's going on but there seems to be some sort of confusion or commotion. As I go near the counter to throw my trash, I'm close enough now that I can now overhear the conversation.
"What if I just get a burger by itself instead of the meal?" The woman asks.
"I'm sorry ma'am, you still won't have enough for both," the clerk sensitively responds.
"I'll just take the happy meal then," the woman says sadly. The clerk rings up her order and hands the woman her change. The woman takes her son to the fountain machine to get help him get his drink.
"Here mijo," she hands the child an empty cup, "let's go get you something to drink."
"Where's your cup at mama?" The boy asks innocently enough.
"Oh, I'm not hungry," she tells him with a forced smile.
I remember many nights in which I had a full plate of food while my mom simply said she wasn't hungry. It wasn't until I got a little older I that I realized the truth. With those memories racing through my mind there was no way I could just walk out of this restaurant and go on with my life. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror. As the woman and child walks to their table, I approach the clerk at the counter.
"Can I get the burger meal?" I ask the clerk.
"Ok, will that be for here or to go?" The clerk asks me.
"It's for here," I answer as I hand the clerk my credit card.
She takes the card and swipes it through. Once the transaction is complete, I tell the clerk, "Just take it to her table," I say pointing to the woman sitting with her son.
"Um, okay," she looks a little confused, "What do I tell her?"
"Just tell her to keep her head up, she's doing a good job as a mother." I say before I walk out.
It's been a while.
It's been a while since I've seen the outside of a hospital. Ever since my mentor, Sean, has been in a coma, I've been by his side . He awoke a few weeks ago and has been doing good. Still, I've put everything on hold, including my WFWF career, until Sean is healthy again. Just waking up to begin his day, I'm already here for any moral support he may need.
"What are you still doing here champ?" He asks as he stretches and wakes up.
"I already told you, I'm gonna be here until your healthy enough to come home," I tell him.
"I thought you had a match coming up," he asks me as he sits up and gets comfortable.
"Yeah, but you don't need to worry about that," I tell him, not wanting to cause any type of stress.
"Yeah well, either way you need to get out of here," he tells me as he surveys his breakfast tray.
"It'll be fine," I assure him.
"No, you got to get back to the gym and get back in shape. You still got a lot to accomplish," he tells me as he eats his cereal.
I know he's talking about my WFWF career that I've put on hold until he gets better. Anyways, I'd rather be here for him.
"That stuff can wait, there's more important things than that," I tell him firmly.
"Wait for what, champ?" He asks, "You don't have time to wait for anything, you gotta go out there and take what you want." He tells me.
I can tell he's getting better, just by him giving me this tough love.
"I'll be alright, it's just like riding a bike," I tell him, "I want to make sure you'll be okay."
"What for?" He asks. It must be the morphine talking, "What if I wasn't gonna be okay?"
"Well then, I'd be right here for you," I let him know.
"Why? That's what all these Doctors are for. Besides, you can't do me any good, you need to be living your life," He tells me still enjoying his breakfast, "Life doesn't stop for anybody."
"I gotta be here for you," I say a little confused over the topic of our conversation.
"You can't do me any good here," he continues "you can do a lot of good continuing your career."
I start to see where he's going with this.
"Somewhere there's a kid out there, your biggest fan, and he's wondering 'Where's Shapiro?' 'When's Shapiro coming back' and that kid needs an answer, that kids need some hope. You can do that kid a lot more good for that kid than you can for me."
I nod in agreement.
"Go out there and do your thing. Don't worry, I'll be watching from here," he says pointing to the TV.
I get up and give him a hug. I turn back before I leave and with a smile I tell him, "I'll be back to check up on you."
He gives me a proud smile as I disappear through the door.
The Next Day
I'm enjoying a juicy burger at the local burger joint, when a young boy walks in. He fiddles around with the coin machines as I pick at my fries. Something about this kid catches my eye. Maybe it's the holes in that t-shirt or maybe it's his shaggy, untamed hair, but something about this kid catches my eye.
I take a drink from my soda and go back to my burger. As my match at Choke Hold with the rookie Joey Raid approaches, I can't get what Sean was telling me out of my head. Thinking about how many kids are out there wondering where I'm at, where I've been. Will they embrace me with open arms when I return or did I let them down? Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
I'm almost done with my meal when I notice the young boy is still at the coin machines. A women in faded clothes has entered the restaurant and approached the boy. As they converse it becomes obvious he knows the women, I'm sure it's his boy's mother. She talks to him as she dusts his clothes off seeing he's a little dirty, as most boys are. They share some laughs before she grabs the child's hand and leads him to the register.
I start gathering my trash so I can be on my way. I look over to the counter as I get up from my seat. I can't tell what's going on but there seems to be some sort of confusion or commotion. As I go near the counter to throw my trash, I'm close enough now that I can now overhear the conversation.
"What if I just get a burger by itself instead of the meal?" The woman asks.
"I'm sorry ma'am, you still won't have enough for both," the clerk sensitively responds.
"I'll just take the happy meal then," the woman says sadly. The clerk rings up her order and hands the woman her change. The woman takes her son to the fountain machine to get help him get his drink.
"Here mijo," she hands the child an empty cup, "let's go get you something to drink."
"Where's your cup at mama?" The boy asks innocently enough.
"Oh, I'm not hungry," she tells him with a forced smile.
I remember many nights in which I had a full plate of food while my mom simply said she wasn't hungry. It wasn't until I got a little older I that I realized the truth. With those memories racing through my mind there was no way I could just walk out of this restaurant and go on with my life. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror. As the woman and child walks to their table, I approach the clerk at the counter.
"Can I get the burger meal?" I ask the clerk.
"Ok, will that be for here or to go?" The clerk asks me.
"It's for here," I answer as I hand the clerk my credit card.
She takes the card and swipes it through. Once the transaction is complete, I tell the clerk, "Just take it to her table," I say pointing to the woman sitting with her son.
"Um, okay," she looks a little confused, "What do I tell her?"
"Just tell her to keep her head up, she's doing a good job as a mother." I say before I walk out.
