I met someone at the climbing gym today that I really connected with—Veteran, same initials as me, and a heck of a story that parallels my own life in many ways. I enjoyed visiting with him while we bouldered together on the upper wall this morning. It was fortuitous that I came to the climbing gym today. I was not sure I was going to make it, but I did. The conversation started while we waited outside for the gym doors to open up. He’s just coming back to climbing after a while off, too. Funny thing is that we are both getting used to the feel and fit of climbing shoes again. I climbed harder and better because I had a buddy to climb with again, even if only this one time. Climbing buddies make a difference—a big one. We all want to climb well around others if we care at all what they think or if we perceive that they are sizing us up. It was a good feeling. A feeling I missed and did not even know it. So, to CJ, thanks, man. You made my day, brother. May your days be long and full of happiness until we meet again.
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.