It's Friday the 13th. Studies show that close to 30% of Americans will be attacked by a man wearing a hockey mask. He will probably have a chainsaw. There really isn't anything you can do about it. When it's your time it's your time.
Another 10% will die from freak accidents that are totally unpredictable. It's sad. Last year I lost two very good friends to the curse of the 13th. Stepolti was a friend from Greece. We met online in a chat room about about how to better make urinal cakes. Friends were hard to come by for Stepolti. He was born with out legs or arms. Which as you can imagine it made things very hard for him. (it's actually amazing he was able to participate in a chat room at all!) After years of online friendship Stepolti came to visit me. I had so many activities planned for us to do together. Sadly, I didn't think things through. Our first activity was sky diving. With no arms to pull the cord it was a quick ride for Stepolti. Once I know someone I see them for what they are inside and not their limitations on the outside. Looking back I probably should have noticed that he didn't want to go skydiving. But I didn't know greek and he couldn't push me away. At the time I thought his head moving all around meant he was having a good time. But hindsight is 20/20!
The other friend was Jerrod. His death was also unfortunate. To keep a long story short he wouldn't keep his mouth shut. Jerrod worked at Wendy's and when he gave me my order he said "have a good one, dude" Which of course meant that we were friends. Unfortunately when I went to pick him up from work later that night he pretended he didn't know who I was. So I did what had to be done. I miss Jerrod.
Anyway have a safe and happy 13th!
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Good one Bryan. I needed a good laugh.fheltan
No one could miss Stepolti more than I. We were soul mates. Kindred spirits. He always listened to me. I know that we didn't speak the same language, but I could always tell that he felt the same way about me because of the crazed look in his eye. (just the one eye. The other one never really opened all the way after that freak accident when I tried to get him to learn flame throwing.)
The one language we had in common: Body Language. Without legs or arms it was tough for him to convey his love and lust for me. But when he would writhe around on the floor in an attempt to leave the room, I knew that what he was really saying was, "Follow my lead, let's get out of here. No matter what it takes, I'll do the worm if I have to...just to leave this room, so we can become one."
NO words were needed. No words.
Dear, dear Stepolti, I miss you.
But, at least I have peace knowing that he died doing what he loves best: hurtling to his death at a breakneck speed.
Lisa,
Thanks for your kind words. I always had a feeling about you two. He never came out and said anything, at least anything I could understand, but he told me in the little things. Like that one time when he scratched that help sign on the wall of the basement with only his tooth. At first I was angry thinking he wanted to leave or something, but I now know he was asking for my blessing to be with you. I can just imagine him saying "help me try to show my love to your sister". Of course to me it would have only sounded like "err aghhhh nrooo shtoppppp, blease shtoppp". The Greek language is so funny sounding!
Oh my, I just peed a little with that whole exchange!
You two are certifiable.
Go back on your meds. It's okay to take them even though they make you sleep 22 hours a day.
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