@collinsworth55 Sometimes me and my friends take our boats over tow. Golf course other side of lake. Cart girl picks us up from the marina and drives us up to 1st green.
After round we do backflips off the boat. Pure luxury. And we just middle class regular dudes loving life in S Carolina
My stepdad, Greg, never said 'I love you.' He was a hard man. Worked construction. Came home, ate, slept. He paid for my college. He paid for my car. But he never hugged me. I always thought he resented me. I wasn't his real son. Greg died of a heart attack last week. I was cleaning out his truck. In the glove box, I found a worn-out notebook. It was a diary. Entry 1: Met a woman with a boy today. The boy looks sad. I want to make him smile. Entry 50: The boy needs braces. Picking up extra shifts. Entry 200: He graduated today. I stayed in the back so I wouldn't embarrass him with my dirty work clothes. I've never been prouder. Entry 500: I wish I knew how to talk to him. I just hope he knows I’d die for him. I sat in the driver's seat of his dusty truck and cried until I couldn't breathe. He didn't say it. He did it. Every single day. Love isn't always words. Sometimes, it’s calloused hands and a tired back.
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@Martin_Tigs Need to blare “For whom the bell Tolls” when the busses circle. Time it to where the For this hill men would kill when the get to top. Drum solo…cannons fire. Place goes bonkers.