Growing up, it was widely known that I had some slight health issues as a boy. Nothing too crazy. I mean, I was scrawnier than the other kids but not in a freakish elf sort of way. My coordination was not that great either. I was not the kid that everyone instantly wanted on their team during P.E.
At some point of my life, my mother delivered a shocking story to my young ears.
“When you were an infant, you were very sick. Your lungs are not healthy at all. There is a lot of scar tissue and it can be inflamed. NEVER SMOKE!!! You will end up in the emergency room!!
On this day my world forever changed. The man rudely smoking three feet away was no longer just a rude ass; this man was an assassin! I always had to ensure that I was in a well ventilated area to ensure that I was not going to wind up on a ventilator.
The Wild Life!
As I grew older and entered my teen age years, the world became far more sinister.
Pass the bong to John…
I handled it like it was radioactive.
“Sure you don’t want to try a hit?”
“Are you trying to kill me! …yeah! right!”
My trips to the clubs in the 80’s and 90’s and to shows like The Grateful Dead were down right torturous.
Lunch Time Banter
My mom was eating her egg sandwich when she stopped and made an announcement.
“Remember the lung problem you have? I just made that up. I did not want you to start smoking.”
I had to laugh.
Oddly enough, my mom smoked through a portion of my life and later she passed away from cancer. Although her method might have been a bit extreme, she did not want to see her son doomed to being a slave to a company that kills your health. Huddled in the smoking area on a freezing day trying to frantically satisfy some demand before going back to work. She wanted to spare me from the issues she faced herself.
My mom might have been a bit extreme but as a parent you have to do some extreme things at times.