I Learned the Art of Painting
In my early years I had a job helping this guy paint, which involved mainly painting rental apartments. It was a good job and the gentlemen took a great deal of time explaining the fine art of painting. Of course back then in the dark ages we still used oil base paint. Using this type of paint required more skill, then the latex stuff of today.
Lifted and Hurt My Stomach
Before painting an apartment we would do a lot of preparation, which included moving refrigerators out of their regular place so that we could paint behind them. Some painters only painted what you could see, my boss took pride in what he did and painted it whether you could see it or not. While moving one of these refrigerators I caused a puncture in part of my stomach liner and required surgery to patch it up. My boss contributed into the Workmen’s Compensation System and that paid for my medical bills and also replaced my lost wages while I couldn’t work.
Safety Prevention Wasn't in Yet
Back then safety issues weren’t pushed like they are in present time. Now days you see workers everywhere wearing weight safety belts. The last time I was in Lowe’s all the floor helpers seemed to be wearing belts. I think insurance companies and government regulations are requiring such wearing apparel today, if you’re involved in heavy lifting situations.
It's Worth the Trouble
Now you maybe like a lot of people and say no way I’m not going to all that trouble. Well you know what? It’s worth the trouble in more ways then you realize. Like all injuries there maybe affects that wont crop up till years later and then maybe you don’t realize what caused it and have to pay most or at least part of your expenses out of you pocket and wont be able to recoup your losses.
A Fatal Mistake Cost Him Dearly
I used to meet an acquaintance at this local Pub and we shared war stories, which as the night continued the stories became more unbelievable. He had his own independent moving business and by his own admission never bothered to use anything like weight safety belts. We parted as storytellers because I moved to a different state. Then one day while visiting my previous state I stop at the same beer place and low and behold there was my drinking buddy again. But now he was on the other side of the bar bartending to the needs of storytellers like we used to be. And that wasn’t the only thing that had changed now were both older and partly bruised from making bad decisions. I had a couple issues with my body and one was the slight bulge in my stomach area and an aching right foot once in while because I stepped in a gofer hole while golfing one time and caused a thin hairline fracture in the upper part of my foot. But my injuries paled in comparison to his. Now by story telling buddy was humped over a little like the actor in the movie called the Hunch Back of Notre Dame. He said what will you have? I responded by saying Bud Light and I don’t think our eyes even met. While sitting there curiosity got the best of me and knowing the owner I asked him what happened to Jim? The owner said Jim injured himself by moving a piano by himself one time and has slowly tilted forward every since and ended up the way he is now. I think somewhere in the corner of my brain when I entered the bar I was hoping to run into Jim and share stories but that didn’t happen and I’m sad it didn’t. Jim was a great storyteller but failed to heed the warnings of others and didn’t properly prepare himself when he lifted things.
Good Ahead Put the Item On
Be smart and do the right thing, that’s required to keep yourself healthy, wealthy and wise.
Don L. Terrill
photo by Malingering
Posted by Don L. Terrill at 9:01 AM
I Gave Up Smoking
I started smoking when I was nineteen and it only lasted for a short period of time. Then one morning I woke up experiencing the effects of too much of the spirits and the smoke of tobacco. Because of this combined discomfort I decided that one of these two bad habits of mine had to take a hike. That’s when I decided that consumption was more enjoyable then smoking. From that moment on I have never smoked another cigarette. And believe me it surprised me more then anyone else, that it was just that easy. It was kind of like my one and only divorce when I finally realized it was over it never bothered me again. Thought I must confess that stopping to smoke was a snap compared to dealing with my first marriage. Ah but that’s a different story that I might talk about in the future, which might be tomorrow if I need it to make a point.
My Mother had Only One Bad Habit
My Mother God rest her soul had only one bad habit and that was smoking. Oh she picked on me once in awhile; but now being a parent and grandparent I realize that this behavior is what were suppose to be doing to teach our children the rights and wrongs of life as we see it. She said she started smoking to have something to do while Chiefie her favorite name for the love of her life, which fortunately was her one and only husband who enjoyed the taste of Scott & Water. Scott isn’t on my list of favorite things to consume. But out of memory for my favorite Dad I have always maintained a bottle in the closet for those moments when I want to remember and pay respect to him. He was the man along with my Mother who chose me rather then having me. The adoption became final when I was seventeen and I didn’t discover this till I called for help in getting my birth certificate so I could join up doing the Vietnam War. I’m sure that’s fodder for a future article.
Smoked Four to Five Packs daily
Now back to the point at hand. My Mother was a chain smoker and probably smoked four or five packs a day. Dad was somewhere around one pack. Dad spend his last few years struggling to get enough oxygen and Mother never showed any affects of smoking. Her last lung x-ray showed no signs of smoking use. Maybe she found the cure and didn’t know it. For every cigarette she also consumed one cup of coffee, extra sugar and cream. I only mention this for its affect and am not suggesting it’s a real solution to smoking. As far as I’m concerned the only solution is stopping or better yet never start.
Children Imitate Their Parents
Most of my immediate family have shed the burden of smoking and I’m grateful for that. I think on the whole that smoking by a parent encourages the usage by the off spring. I have no evidence to validate this but I do remember a saying of my youth. It went something like this, children imitate what they see.
What Good is Weight Loss if Your Dead
Now smokers are learning that smoking helps keep their food consumption down and that in their thinking justifies their smoking habit.
I Am a Recovering Cancer Person
I know the affects of cancer since I’m recovering from the affects of prostrate cancer and that started three years ago. Today my future looks good for a complete recovery. I thank God and all the skilled people that made it happen for me. While I was taking my treatments I got to talk to many patients like myself and saw directly the affects of what smoking can do to users. Maybe if you’re a smoke user you might want to consider visiting a location where people go for help and talk to them and see if smoking is worth the emotionally and physical pain their experiencing now.
I’m glad I stopped, how about joining me and stop coughing in the morning. You’ll be glad you did.
Don L. Terrill
photo by Pål Berge
Posted by Don L. Terrill at 7:38 AM