Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Dec 21, 2017 2:13:19 GMT
December 20, 2017 ~ 5:30 PM
Jack Gaither was a place he wanted to be yet never could seem to find.
Sitting on the back porch of the old Kimble farmhouse, he gazed with open eyes as the sun made its descent toward the horizon. He still had visible scars from years of being in a wrestling ring, and his natural hair had been completely wiped out by the radition treatments to combat his brain tumor. His thoughts, however, were focused upon the big December 25th holiday party that was also going to be his student Sarah Dawkins' 15th birthday.
Mentally and physically, Jack was exhausted.
He had overdone himself doing all that deep-cleaning just to get the joint ready.
It was at that moment in time when he began to realize that he couldn't do as much as he used to anymore. He had to pace himself to go slower, he had to eschew his high-energy flair for a more mellow approach to living--especially when it came to helping his wife Fiona train Sarah for the January folkstyle tournament in Allen. It was hard on his psyche, especially considering that he'd spent the last nine years of his life traveling all over the world without taking a break. He prided himself on being a worker's worker, an unquestioned showman with a heart that never stopped beating.
But everything changed the moment he took off his wig and revealed a shiny bald head to his fans and colleagues in IWF.
Jack felt Father Time's grasp. His energy and stamina had been taken from him. His tough-minded, rabble-rousing tweets had been replaced by ones that inspire people. His "cowboy" demeanor was replaced by a mentoring one. Yet through it all, he would never lose the will to keep on living.
Jack had to keep on living, for even if he were to die someday, he had to live in the hearts and minds of the people he truly loved the most.
Jack smiled as he stood up slowly, gazing at the setting sun before rounding up the crew to go out to dinner. Deep in his soul, he knew that everything he did was well worth it, that all the hell he's had to endure was merely a part of a plan that had been set for him by a much higher power.
At long last, he was at peace--not just with Fiona or Sarah.
But with God...and himself.
Jack Gaither was a place he wanted to be yet never could seem to find.
Sitting on the back porch of the old Kimble farmhouse, he gazed with open eyes as the sun made its descent toward the horizon. He still had visible scars from years of being in a wrestling ring, and his natural hair had been completely wiped out by the radition treatments to combat his brain tumor. His thoughts, however, were focused upon the big December 25th holiday party that was also going to be his student Sarah Dawkins' 15th birthday.
Mentally and physically, Jack was exhausted.
He had overdone himself doing all that deep-cleaning just to get the joint ready.
It was at that moment in time when he began to realize that he couldn't do as much as he used to anymore. He had to pace himself to go slower, he had to eschew his high-energy flair for a more mellow approach to living--especially when it came to helping his wife Fiona train Sarah for the January folkstyle tournament in Allen. It was hard on his psyche, especially considering that he'd spent the last nine years of his life traveling all over the world without taking a break. He prided himself on being a worker's worker, an unquestioned showman with a heart that never stopped beating.
But everything changed the moment he took off his wig and revealed a shiny bald head to his fans and colleagues in IWF.
Jack felt Father Time's grasp. His energy and stamina had been taken from him. His tough-minded, rabble-rousing tweets had been replaced by ones that inspire people. His "cowboy" demeanor was replaced by a mentoring one. Yet through it all, he would never lose the will to keep on living.
Jack had to keep on living, for even if he were to die someday, he had to live in the hearts and minds of the people he truly loved the most.
Jack smiled as he stood up slowly, gazing at the setting sun before rounding up the crew to go out to dinner. Deep in his soul, he knew that everything he did was well worth it, that all the hell he's had to endure was merely a part of a plan that had been set for him by a much higher power.
At long last, he was at peace--not just with Fiona or Sarah.
But with God...and himself.
Well howdy there pardner.