... after reading davorg's & hfb's journals, I checked out my history on USENET. Found a posting by my father
, who I tried to get on the internet way back when. He's now deceased and it's very eerie to see that...
Oh man, I could open a whole new journal just on my Dad ... I'll just summarize for those who care: my dad was a victim of his excesses - whenever he wanted a toy, he got it. On his 50th birthday, he bought a Harley-Davidson and few weeks later while driving home at night got into an accident, where best we can tell, a deer had jumped in the road, struck the motorcycle, and caused my Dad to take a fatal fall (he was wearing a helmet and the "appropriate" safety gear). He spent the night undergoing a labotomy to take out part of the brain that swelled under the impact & was bruised. The next 3 years, he stayed in a vegatative state, hooked to a feeding tube and never regained a cognitive state. We finally came to the consensus as a family to move on and removed the feeding tube. He died a week later (with effort taken to eliminate any pain).
*sigh* ... anyway, deep ... sorry. Don't want to bring you down, but sometimes history can do that to people. The lesson I learned from all that is when you're part of a family, you need to prioritize and only take on as much risk that you're covered for and can truely withstand. I hope that this may demonstrate to others how vicious life/fate can be when you push your luck a little too far.