The best friend ever......

When all is lost and one thinks the ways of world have swallowed all that is good,right and moral....my best friend rescues me from my flu-like hell. I was stuck in Topeka's Clubhouse Suites on temporary duty and became sick in the middle of the night. After attempting to fight a severe migrane for a few hours, I commenced in hurling everything up out of my body for what seemed to be an eternity.

It is amazing what someone will think about as they are hurling there guts into the porcelin god. During my hurling experience, my thoughts consisted of, "shit, I have the Flu","how am I going to get home from Topeka, Im too sick to drive", and most famously,"I dont remember eating that." I think possibily threw up so much a little bit of my soul came out.

This is only the second time in my life I felt like I could die. I most definitely couldnt drive back home and I couldnt stay in the hotel, I didnt really know what my options were at the time. I called my parents, they couldnt help until later that evening. I called my wife, she couldnt help(logistics would have been a nightmare). I called my friend, my ally, my brother,Bill.

Bill and I have been through all kinds of things together, college, war, and most importantly the trials and blessing that life grants. As Im calling Bill, I m thinking," if he would just let me sleep on his couch for a few hours my parents could come and help me out." Oh no, that is not what happened. Bill came to the hotel, made sure I made it to his house okay, and when all was fine and I thought I was good to go took the day off and drove me home to Pittsburg. His wife, Carrie took the day off too and followed us to Pitt. This amazed the hell out of me. All Bill said about the matter was, "dont mention it" and "you would have done the same for me." I would have to agree, I believe I would do anything for him as any family would do for each other. Bill is the Goose to my Maverick, the Robin to my Batman, and most importantly the black guy to Don Johnson in Miami Vice. He is truely my battle buddy through life. He made sure I made it to the one place I could recover, my home. I must say there is something about being sick in your own home that makes you feel better to a certain degree. Bill and Carrie, are great friends to have in your life and would almost do anything for.(Taking a bullet is pushing it a little)

So this my first blog, the one thing I told myself I would never sellout too, is dedicated to my best friend, Bill. ( BEST FRIEND NEXT TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE SHERRY AND MY WONDERFUL DOG, MARLEY)