...."smile, things could be worse".
So I smiled, as sure as hell things got worse.
Let me tell you about the last six months of "worse". I'm not complaining, I will survive....I think..
Two years ago a good friend of mine, also a Vietnam vet passed and left me his 84 xvz 1200 which he had left out in the Arizona sun for five years. The understanding was that I would give it a look see and take one last ride for him. Well the look see took twelve months of time on a limited VA disibilty budget along with a understanding wife.
Finally, the day came when I kicked the old girl over and she coughed and puked back to life, she only had 19k on the odometer and I had a lot of faith.
Time passed and we developed a firing problem, so I figured since I had to replace or move the CDI might as well go ahead and remove and test all the electrical, then give her a much needed paint job and new windshield. So I stored all the goodies safely in the house until they could be tested or I had enough money to replace them. I was gleaning lots of wisdom and ideas from videos put out by Puc-Pic and Tec info gathered right here on venturerider.org..things were moving slow, I was gathering parts when I could afford them after a lot of shopping and aound, but not being able to ride was killing me even slower.
And things did get worse; on the afternoon of December 7, 2017, my wife said, "Joseph, the Damn house is on fire.!!", she was right, and it was indeed on fire in a very big way. I tossed her and the animals out the front door (not sure what order they got tossed) and had to go back in and grab my sons pooch that wanted to view the whole thing from the inside where he somehow felt safer.
We got out with our bare feet and the clothes on our backs. The next morning the individual we were buying the place from informed us his insurance had lapsed and we could expect no financial compensation for our losses, which by the way, was everything we owned or had collect over our entire life time.
Things could be worse right? Yes the could!
The old 84 got pushed away from the flames, I sat on her seat, put my arm around a sobbing wife and could only watch in shock as my entire world went up in smoke. Fourty eight hours later we were relocated in a fifth wheeled trailer owned by a dear friend who, along with his family opened their doors and hearts with no questions asked.
But...things could be worse, right?? Yep!
Four days after the fire I woke up feeling kinda weak, an ambulance was called, I was rushed off to the VA hospital here in Tucson. On the second day of admission my doc informed me I had congestive heart failure and was probably operating on about 25% of my heart, however, I could regain a fair portion of the missing 75% with proper diet and exercise. I told him I would indeed exercise every minute I could by means of the 84' xvz plan. He said he didn't care which plan I used as long as i got results. Roger that.
After going back and being admitted two more times things have settled more towards the normal. Father's day has come and gone, all four of my daughters checked in with love and my teenaged son was by my side. Can't get any better than that.
We've since relocated to a bigger house, that fifth wheel trailer got real small after a few months if ya know what I mean.
Life IS short, and, things can indeed get a whole lot worse. This was a life lesson for me, and it showed me how blessed I am to be able to move forward despite the losses, and it's mostly due to family, friends and complete strangers.
Sure, things can get worse, and never pay attention to that little guy on the Vespa, he obviously knows nothing cause he aint riding a Yamaha, much less a 84' xvz.
Oh, and by the way, I've rekindled my search for those affordable electrical parts needed to warm the heart of my old '84. So if ya come across any, give me a shout.
I swear to God I just saw a little guy on a Vespa driving by....Oh, and lookie there, desert rabbits aren't the only thing my big ol Mastif likes to chase and eat....just saying..