Saving Willie (Not the whale)

Saving Willie (Not the whale),

OK... another crazy occurrence at the GYM today. I actually saved a guys life... I know, Crazy huh! I know some of you are rolling your eyes and waiting for a punch line, but there isn't one... Here is what happened.

I was about 30 laps into my swim (end of my workout) and I noticed a guy running from the steam room to the lobby. I stopped swimming, because although running in a gym is fairly normal, most don’t run on a wet pool deck and hey, It was an excuse to take a breather. The guy ran back and went into the steam room (with a panicked look on his face)..then out again and in to the locker room. A couple of people had come out of the steam room in the meantime and its seemed they were amused by a guy that was reportedly sleeping inside. My mind at first thought..Oh, the guy running must have fallen asleep and now he was late or embarrassed. But then, I noticed a couple of people kept poking their heads back in the steam room and back out looking dumbfounded. Then it hit me “Holy $%#%&$” there is a guy “asleep” in a 114degree steam room...this can't be good!

I ran into the steam room and found a guy (about 50yrs old 240lbs.) keeled over on his side with an excess of drool, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I tapped him, no response, People are now running around like crazy...I shook him a bit, no response. I shouted we need to get him out of here. Someone yells out “don't move him” WHA??? It's crazy hot in here and his skin is even hotter (he was hot to the touch). I reach down to grab him and realize he is dead weight. A lady who is with me in the room starts to help me move him but he is too big. She hollers out to a guy sitting in the hot tub. He runs in and gives me a hand. We lay him down on the pool deck outside of the steam room (He at this point is opening his eyes but cant speak or squeeze my “co-carriers” hand. We roll up someones towel and put it under his head. Someone there had a bottle of cool water (not cold) so we slowly poured the water over his core and neck to try and cool him off. The guy helping me was asking him a bunch of questions that he couldn't answer but it was keeping him thinking and waking up. I heard someone say “why is he asking him all of those questions, he can't answer” His breathing was shallow. I asked one of the GYM personnel if 911 had been called and got an I dunno look, and I sent them to go call. A little more water and we asked him again... What is your name.... Wwwwillie. Thank GOD... It was the best thing I had heard all day. He looked up and said..”Willie, My name is Willie”...” I'm OK!” I said... Yes Willie you are going to be...but you still need to lay there and take it easy. The guy helping me says “They always say they are OK”

The paramedics arrived and took over. I went to get back in the pool, shook up a bit by the thought that he may have died right there at my feet. Then I realized some jerk stole my swimming lane for my trouble. I dried off and called it a day.

Crazy HUH!... Wow, I don't know what would have happened if nobody found him. I'm glad I didn't just keep on swimming, I don't know how I would have lived with that. I know he didn't have long before it would have been over. As I left, the GYM manager thanked me and said that he was in there about 45 minutes. I looked over at Willie and said, Feeling better (he was still being attended to)? He said yes, Are you my hero?... I knew he was still delirious at that point hahahahaaa

Another day at the GYM,

Talk to you soon.

The psychology of a fat guy

How is that for a title?

Actually today's post is a pretty serious one, and I want to give fair warning of that fact.

The reason for writing the following is to acknowledge that changing your diet and exercising is only part of living healthy. The psychology of your body changing isn't the whole thing either...for me, it's dealing with the reason I gained all of the weight anyway. It's all very complicated and requires (at least for me) at least if not more work than the other facets of healthy living. I have a hard time expressing it, that is probably evident in the fact that I haven't written much about it so far... but I'm writing some today and I have promised myself that I will write more. It is essential for my success and I believe it will be for yours too.

Abuse

Ugly word isn't it. I have read quite a few studies on the psychology of abuse (I'm not saying in anyway that I am any kind of expert). Physical abuse is a horrible epidemic in our society. spouses, parents, siblings, friends and others, use physical intimidation and pain to establish their version of control over you. This type of abuse as well as many other forms, leave the victim with lasting scars long after the cuts and bruises heal. In fact that is my topic. The lasting psychological effect
of emotional abuse. It goes right along with all of the other forms of abuse ...and sometimes it exists on its own. I have been a victim of abuse in my life in many different types, situations and forms. I know many, many people that have also had to experience abuses in their life. It helps me with my belief that just about everyone has or is dealing with abuse in their life, and yet as a society we still don't seem to handle it well at all.

Consider the following scenario:

Someone close to you, your spouse, your child, a dear friend is in a relationship where they are being abused. Eventually they mustered up the courage to tell you, despite the psychological warfare of their abuser. They may love there abuser and not want anything to happen to them, they may be fearful of a threat, or even the self imposed threats of telling their secret. Likely, they don't feel they are worth your trouble. Somehow they believe that they deserve the abuse, or that it is just their lot in life to
endure. This is seriously common in victims of abuse. This is not just for the considered "weak", In fact the stronger the person, the more likely they are to convince themselves of these (ill)facts and they go into survival mode and dig in their heels.

For this scenario, lets imagine that you just found out about this persons predicament. What would you do? When? Why?

If you are like me you are saying...I don't have to think! I will put an end to it no matter what it takes. Sound like your answer? Easy to say when you see cuts and bruises, or maybe your loved one has confided all the details to you. If you are like me, you are angry and ACTION IS IMMINENT. But here is the ugly side. It's going on all around us! In all of its forms, and we are doing nothing. As I mentioned above and I'm sure you will agree that emotional abuse or the emotional side of the other forms of abuse is the longest lasting and the hardest to cure. So why is it that we turn a blind eye to the people we love that are in emotional distress? or maybe a better question is...why do we let their abusers continue? It may not look like a black eye or a busted lip...but inside it looks a lot worse. I personally believe that anyone who has been told continually that they are not good enough, or held back, or ignored, or cursed at, or have been told that ridiculous things are their fault and blamed for the sake of someones selfish version of control over them is inexcusable and needs to be stopped! It wont be comfortable, It may not be popular, but it's right.

I get that this subject is a lot more complicated and difficult than what I have written above. I don't pretend to have any of the answers, I'm working through these things just like many of you are. I just can't see it being ignored anymore in my life. I am surrounding myself with only the best people. People who are mutually beneficially, people that contribute to my well being and I for them, People who are doing there best to become better versions of themselves and not comfortable in dragging others down to make themselves feel better.

I know my desire for overall health has increased once I realized that I am worth it, I do deserve it, I want to know, I care and surprise! so do others, I do matter, and the people who love me will support me in removing myself from the presence of my abusers!

I know these topics are difficult to read...They are hard to write too. I know all of our trails are different in life, but I have found in my life that we all have trials so we at least have that in common. If I had a wish, It would be that all of the people who are emotionally abusing to stop it now, The people being abused to have the courage and support they need to get out from under the pain, and for all of us to be more coherent and compassionate in how we interact with each other. If you or someone you love is being emotionally abused... do something today, It will do an unbelievable amount of damage if ignored, and getting fat might be the least of your worries.

I will leave you to ponder.
Talk to you soon!

It's History...

I will never be the same person I was yesterday, The real concern is who I will be tomorrow? A better or worse version of myself?

I think its most everyone's goal to be a better self. Sometimes we succeed and some times we fall short of success. I think the real strength of character is in the effort. I have had a tough week, I threw out my back while playing around in my new physical condition (somewhere between morbidly obese and in shape). I then proceeded to "work through the pain" and worked out hard for a week after, until well.... I couldn't move! I finally hobbled into my doctor that immediately pointed out to me that I had done some pretty severe nerve damage (more than likely not permanent) and I needed to be in bed with my new friend the ICE PACK.

This meant no GYM. Ha, you might be saying... Sweet, you didn't have to go to the gym last week. This was not my feeling at all. My week was tortured with discouraging thoughts, guilt, frustration, even panic at times because I was losing precious time! I have a goal and I have to reach it! Not to mention my poor sweet wife took on all of my chores and responsibility and took care of me (Just adding to the already steep pile of things I will eternally owe her for). I couldn't believe how much I missed my workout. Then just yesterday I got to go back on a limited basis... uuugh, frustrating! I felt like I didn't belong there, my friends that I nod to, and my regular routine wasn't at all there. I was reeling with discouragement. But I couldn't let that derail my train.

This morning I went back with a new determination, the topic of today's post. I can't do anything about the time I lost. I cant change history! but I can change how I looked at today. I believe this to be true in every facet of my life. I have done things that I haven't been to proud of (not forgetting I have done some great things too). Weighing 409lbs. comes immediately to mind. I have struggled with things like I am sure all of you have too. We can always learn from the past...but the real important you, is what YOU will become. I am talking on this post a lot about FAT. It is a big part of my goal, but not all of it. I want to live my life with more choices. I don't want the widow maker to take me until I have done all the things I want to do. I don't want my children to raise there kids without me (I am anxious to get paybacks!). I want to choose whether to get on a ride at Disney Land or not (not have someone choose for me because the safety latch wont shut). I want to choose between the Grilled shrimp and scallops or the Chicken mongollian BBQ with brown rice (not have my habitual Bacon double cheeseburger with garlic butter fries).

So who will I be today?

I got back into the GYM this morning, I nodded and waved to everyone I knew ( I need that sense of belonging...I'm not sure why yet), some friends talked to me briefly and welcomed me back with a smile. I set out to work hard (as hard as I could nursing a very sore back) and I did.

Today I was a better version of myself, I am hoping tomorrow I will be even better.

Talk to you soon.

If your going through Hell...Keep on going!

Hahaha... Don't let the title fool ya!

Quick report on my progress before I get to my topic for this week.

I'm still on a roll, I have been to the gym everyday, YES...Everyday. I haven't missed a step. Some days are harder than others, and I cant always see the progress, but overall, I know Im getting healthier and stronger everyday. I still am not getting on that scale! I think the only thing worse than wondering if you are making progress is looking at a dismal (or even a zero) weight loss or even worse a weight gain. I am convinced this time is different. I am eating the way I want to eat for the rest of my days. I am exercising and feeling great (other than being sore) and hope to be in the shape I want soon, and I intend to stay there... so no scale is necessary. I suppose I am somewhere near half way. I have lost quite a bit...People have been noticing alot, My Wife said I dont look Obese anymore, just overweight. That might sound a little harsh but I know from her it was a genuine compliment and honest assessment of my hardwork (Thanks GieGie).

So... As the title reads, If your going through Hell, keep on going! This week I have been thinking alot of all the times I have started losing weight, and just ended up quitting. I am not a quitter...I can stick things out really well usually, why do I quit my weightloss attempts? I can tell you that it has a lot more to do with what is in my head than around my waist. Life is extremely hard, If your reading this blog that isn't any news to you... everyone has there challenges that make life hard. For me, my escape was food. I love it, Still do! It relaxes me when Im down, It soothes me when Im sad, It fixes all sorts of problems for me. As a child I learned to eat when I was happy, sad, celebrating, being reverent, depressed, relaxing, romancing...you name it and food was there. What I didn't realize was, it wasn't an escape it was a trap...a well laid trap. It wasn't fixing the problems it was making me a slave to them and it was killing me.

Going to the gym, walking, staying active, eating right, avoiding pitfalls can seem overwhelming, almost like Hell on earth. But as the line above states...Keep on going! Straight through it... at some point, and I think it is different for different people, you will feel your desires change. You will start understanding why your friend always orders a turkey sandwich for lunch! It's not because they are a boring health conscience freak that likes to rub your nose in your chicken wings... Its because turkey sandwiches taste good. I have started to see the light and am thrilled with the discovery of tastes and textures that I had been missing before from food. I dread some days, getting up and heading to the gym...but what I realize when Im there is that I am exactly where I need to be. A great feeling is when you walk out after a 3+ hour workout and realize you just left it all on the gym floor. It doesnt matter how you do it, Just do it (sorry Nike). And if it feels like Hell from time to time....just keep going, Better days are ahead! I look forward to them and I can see them up ahead.

If you read these posts, let me know. I started writing really to just get things off my chest and have a way to look at trends and progress during this journey. I want to know what my friends think. I want your advice and your feelings about all of this. I intend to share everything I can...even if its embarassing. I know there are many people out there that are like me. You dont feel like you fit into the mold! You arent going on TV or hiring and expensive trainer to turn you into a kickboxer. You are just an average person doing your best and you need answers. I think the more we share, the more we will know. I hope this reaches someone so badly.

I lost my Mom way too early in life from complications of obesity, some times it angers me that she isn't here for me or my kids (and Family). I know it wasnt her fault, she didnt know she could extend her life...but it is a huge hole in me. I have other members of my family and friends who I dont want to lose this way. I know they had times where they felt the same about me. We need to save each other through small and meaningful little things that show how much we love each other. Nobody can do this with people pointing fingers and judging...but they can when those fingers are stretched from a helping hand, an understanding one, a friend.

Talk to ya soon!

It's always something...Why not make it something else?

My friends all know about my Mom, She was my hero. I was blessed with a great mother who was wise, beautiful, funny and very down to earth, just to mention a few of her attributes. She always had this way of looking at me, it was like she was looking right down into my soul. She always said to me “You are something else”. Sometimes that meant that I was weird, or maybe in big trouble or maybe even she was admiring me for something...It just depended on her tone and the situation. All I do know about what she meant is that no matter the situation or circumstance, she loved me and wanted what was best for me. It was a great feeling and I loved for her to say it to me. She passed about 5 years ago and those words still ring clearly in my mind.

Ouch! I wake up in the morning and I am tired. I hurt from yesterdays workout, being over 40, chasing kids, being way to fat. There are a million and a half excuses running through my head telling me to just stay in bed, let alone go put in 3+ hours at the gym. To name a few, I have financial problems, family problems, health worries, kids, church, cars, work or lack thereof, did I mention bills? I could spend hours on each subject complaining...Here are just a few things that have happened (from my facebook posts) just recently at the gym:

... Today I went swaggering into the pool area after my hour+ of Cardio feeling like a tough guy with my new swim trunks that I could buy off the rack!!! and started my laps. A sweet old lady, like 155 yrs old or so with big ol' Betty Davis eyes got my attention from the pool deck and started waddling her way over to me during one of my first laps. Me being the gentleman you all know me as (haha) I swam over to see what she might need... She bent down and in the meanest German accent I've ever heard said "GET OUT OF THE POOL I NEED TO SWIM THERE!"....I got out..."

A few days earlier than that...

… Getting out of the lap pool to let a ~60 yr old man who is there with his ~30 girlfriend do his thing after I did half my laps (being nice)....here's what happened next (dun dun dun)

Girlfriend:snicker snicker -
Me: Turn around to see the man holding his arms out like he's fat and puffing out his cheeks waddling in the pool (making fun of my less than slight build) -
Me: "HEY! DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF!" -
Man: "Uh...huh?" (obviously unaware that I had turned around) -
Me: "You were making fun of me right? That's what you were just doing??" -
Man: "No..No...um..." -
Girlfriend: Gulp -
Me: "That's good cuz I'm pretty sure wrinkly ass old man blood isn't aloud in the pool area....got me?"
Man: "uh yes Sir". Hahahahaa... from "dumb fat guy" to "Sir" in about 5 seconds time :)

Any way you get the picture. You probably have some or maybe all of these reasons too. I have tried whining and making excuses, but that has gotten me nowhere so far. So I've been putting into practice a few things and so far they have worked.

So.. among the less than desirable people mentioned above at the gym, I have met some great people too. One such person who is in excellent physical shape told me something that has stuck with me. “The gym is my time..” she said. I clarified...”you mean you like working out”? She said...Its not about working out, It's about something that is just for me and doesn't make me feel guilty for wanting it. I found wisdom in those words. The gym is now for me a place I go everyday to have “my time”. Yes, the workouts are tiring and boring at times...but I let my mind go elsewhere. I don’t focus on having to workout, I focus on the fact that I don’t have to do anything other than take care of myself while I'm there. no kids wanting money, no bill collectors on the phone, not even a honey-do list from my wife... just me challenging myself and loving the results.

The excuses are something...there is always something, a reason to not do whatever you need to do. I have found this in a lot of my life...I'd be lying if I told you I found an answer for it. I have however found a way at least in parts of my life to make it something else! The Word GYM no longer has a negative effect on me like it did. I look forward to going, seeing “gym friends”, getting a good workout, spending time for myself, even meditating during my long bike ride. Seeing results for myself.

Well, Mom... I know you are up there watching, I hope I'm making you proud. I sometimes still see you shacking your head and saying “You are something else”, I'm proud to say I finally know a little of what you meant. I always want to be more than something...I'm more than happy being something else.

Talk to you soon.

This killing time, is killing me...

Please, If you are checking out this BLOG for the first time, read the first pages off to the right of this page :)

So... I have found that riding a stationary bike can be quite...well boring. The first few weeks it wasn't because I thought I was going to die! That kept me somewhat interested. Now I ride for over an hour and frankly it gets stale. So ask me! Go ahead...Ask!

What do you do to help the boredom pass? I'm glad you asked...here are some of my favorite things to do while riding a bike bound for nowhere.

Ride for your life: While riding one day, I noticed the mirror straight ahead of me. I wasn't to enthused with seeing my sloppy, sweaty self exercising until I realized that I could also see a bunch of people behind me that appeared to be chasing me! I quickly developed a sense of determination to outrun them... even despite their crazy looking running machines (Eliptical trainers). I ride as fast as I can and manage to keep about the same distance from them throughout the ride. You might not think it is very scary having a bunch of petite 30 something age women chasing you down in pony tails and spandex...but when the sun is just right all you can see are silhouttes, and well their is your occasional creepy old guy chasing me too. I always seem to outrun them all.

80's rock star: My iPod is full of 80's dance music, it has a good beat and well its what I have on mp3. Sometimes during a long ride a song like "Ice,Ice Baby" will come on, and this is when the magic happens. I start by swaying back and forth in my bike seat, then I start bobbing my head to the beat. I mouth the words, but obviously I dont sing them outloud...that would be embarrassing. I do small hand motions...like the "rock on" symbol and the peace sign past my eyes "Prince" style. Then If I look around and nobody is looking, I look all around me to the beat..staring off one way and snapping my head the other...It is really sweet and a good use of my time. That is until one day my iPod cut out and I realized that my "word mouthing" sounded alot like a wheezing rhino in heat...and my moves in that mirror I discussed above, looked like I was having convulsions! So... thats why people stop and ask me if I'm ok.

More to come...stay tuned.

My Plan

My plan:

After years of failed attempts at every “Fad” Diet and starvation technique, I learned the following things:

1. I’m Fat , Many people in my family are fat, it is genetic, it is environmental, it is a disease, its unfair...but It's reality and no excuse will ever change that for me.
2. If I want my life back, I have to take it...not for my wife or my kids (sure its great for them too sometimes :)) not for family or friends or ????  It has to be for me.
3. It took me 40 years to get this way, I don’t have 40 more to waste on getting it back.
4. What's more humiliating getting laughed at by skinny rude people at the gym, who don't know what you have been through or getting laughed at while downing  3 dozen chicken wings, gulping diet coke and mopping sweat from one of your foreheads at your local pub? Think about it...I needed to hit the gym.
5. What is so great about your life that you want to keep things just the way they are? I am happy..In fact I always find reasons to be happy! But bursting out an painful ancient battle cry every time you need to get off your butt, never was happiness.
6. Hard work, dedication and self control is the only diet that really works. In fact this BLOG is just a bunch of nonsense without it.
7. I'm worth it...sounds a little silly doesn't it, but in the privacy of our own thoughts it is often a key question. By the way...you are worth it too!
8. Cheating or taking a break from my new found dietary habits is really like saying...OK.. I'll try and get sick a while to take a break from getting well.
9. Nobody knows what your going through, we are all individual with unique issues. However, your not alone in your fight...find people who want to help!
10. What goes in...must come out. Crap in, crap out...Quality in, Quality out!

I have a lot more of these to add...C'mon I've been around a while :). I will add to the list as I go along.

Here is some of my current strategies in diet and exercise. Like I said above, there are no weights attached only successes. Every time I get a little comfortable... I raise the bar. I am having great success and feel better than I have in years. This might not be exactly for you...I'm not a doctor or a dietician...I'm just a guy...determined.

Food:

- 1500 or less calories a day (I make sure I am burning at least that many)

- Meals with lots of variety and flavor (I will share some favorites, but one of my fav's is the biggest loser cook books)
- Small meals and more of them, I don't skip a meal because I find myself in panic mode looking for food later on.
- I leave time between meals to let the full feeling that is so foreign to me grow... It was like I never realized what full meant.
- Mini rice cakes, SF Pudding and other snack items are a God send, when others are eating chips, crackers and cookies (again I will add some of my favorites as I go)

Exercise:

Currently I am at the gym about 3.5 hours a day. It took a while to get to that level but I have been going at roughly this pace for 3 months, Its no longer a sacrifice...Its actually some great me time. I have to keep reminding myself, its ok until I get this excess weight off...I'm not being selfish, the people who love me are willing to invest the loss of time for my future.

1:15 minutes recumbent bike (I ride a marathon 26.2 miles each day) This may be too much or too little for you...just find what you can do and work your way up. My first few weeks I thought I was going to die, literally...I'd get short of breath and was sure of it...but I didn't! I still soak my entire shirt.

:45 Minutes Treadmill (3.8 speed currently or around 3 miles)
:30 minutes Weight training (slow down my heart rate from the bike and treadmill and stretch some muscles... I do light weights (not trying to impress anyone for a change)
1:00 hour pool time, I do a variety of strokes and workout with pool weights (i'll explain more later)

The last thing I will say in regards to this is maybe the most important part of my workout

Gym Friends:

I looked around for personable people (I have met some wonderful ones that I will write about soon). You might ask why is this important? Well, They miss me when I'm gone (I don’t mean tearful missing, just “hey where is he at” kind of thing) They stop by and chat with you for a few moments...takes your mind off the boring long cardio exercises. They share their stories and successes. All of the sudden, you become a regular...and that means you go regularly :)

Talk to ya soon!

Why me? Why now??

So... The title of this BLOG needs some explaining. I'm fat. Oops did I make you uncomfortable with that? I'm not angry about it, or in some fantasy land of disillusion or anything. When I woke up this morning, I realized that telling people that I have been stung by a bee and swelled up isn't really working at my size anymore (although I still love to see kids faces when I say it) I am a regular guy that is addicted to bad food for really bad reasons. It's OK though, its only temporary... in fact it's falling off of me by the bucket full right now and I'm determined to keep it up. In fact that is one of the reasons for this BLOG. BUT WAIT THERE"S MORE! there are many types of scales and measurement and this is really about all of them and how a regular guy finally sees a light at the end of a long frustrating tunnel that has been his life. I'm doing it by throwing away conventional thinking! Throwing away other peoples measuring tools and prejudices, throwing away my own negative and limiting thoughts and ideas, and I threw away that DAMN scale. You know the one...the one that tells you that you lost 10lbs one week. and then gain 13lbs the next, eating celery and laying in a puddle of sweat and diet cola. Listen...It's working, stay with me and share my journey...

Why me?

I have spent the majority of  my life wondering? There are "extraordinary" or "special" things that have happened to me, or for that matter they are even a part of me (my parents almost named me "Special Ed"). I state that as fact, not opinion. I have had many completely unbiased friends and family tell me to write books on my experiences, and who knows... maybe someday I will. Does that sound full of myself? Let me put it differently, I am lucky to have lived through some of my experiences, brushes with death, strange occurrences, and once in a lifetime opportunities. I marvel at other peoples experiences and try to learn all that I can from them. We truly live in an extraordinary world filled with wondrous things and special people. That is exactly NOT the reason I'm writing this.

Why now??

Not too long ago I realized that the very thing that made me "not so special" is probably the most important thing I could write about. Weird huh? I looked around and noticed the reality of my life and the common threads that I have, and saw that in many ways my life is no different that everyone else's. There was no single monumental event, It took coaxing, It took sorrow and loss in my life, it took nearly killing myself with anxiety and poor health, it took realizing that not everyone can go on a TV show to lose their weight and change their lives and maybe win a lot of money. Why now? It had to be now, its the only time we have... yesterday is gone (except our memories) and tomorrow may never come. So I'm starting now. (well I started months ago..but I'm writing about it now and from now on)

So... Please allow me the generically introduce myself:

a Father (6 kids, some adopted, all spoiled)
a Husband, with a beautiful wife that has saved me from many of the things in my past
Been divorced
42yrs old (43 in a couple of days)
I have weighed as much as 409lbs.
I am 6'1''
Been successful in business but have never been financially rich
I have been shot at, cheated on, laughed at, underestimated, hurt, made an example of, lied to, ignored, whispered about, demoralized.
I have also been, loved, understood, praised, lifted up, befriended, admired, awarded and congratulated.
Don't ask me how much weight I have lost if you want a number, I don't look at scales but I can tell you I have lost a lot, and need to lose alot more....

Please look for my many posts to this BLOG that are on their way. It is my sincere hope that this could help just one person skip some of the pain I have felt along my journey OR Make just one person laugh when they need it most.

Talk to ya soon!