July 2, 2015
“I’d catch a grenade for ya. Throw my hand on a blade for ya. I’d jump in front of a train for ya.” (Lyrics from Grenade by Bruno Mars; 2010).
At this time, as a gentleman who adheres to the samurai code of honor, I extend this service to ladies of all stations in life—I will catch a grenade for you. Throw my hand on a blade for you. Jump in front of a train…I’m having trouble with that one. I suppose if you were stupid enough to be standing on train tracks occupied by a moving train …I’d shove you out of the way and put myself in harm’s way for ya! Hell while we’re at it, I’d catch a thermonuclear missile for ya! Yeah let’s list a bunch of scenarios (which will probably never come to light), as proclamations of love.
Now the question arises, that if that damned near impossible, million in one chance for you to give your life for someone you loved ever occurred could you, would you, do it?
A rare few of us know the answer, because anything’s possible and we are that one.
After a night of bar hopping, a female companion and I were taking the longer route back to our vehicles. There was a lot of activity at the club across the street. They were closing, and people were lining the sidewalk…watching and waiting. Something was about to go down and I felt it was in our best interest to not be participants. We were almost to the corner when a red car rolled out of the parking deck. That’s when the shooting started. As the car cruised up the street the two guys in the back were firing into the crowd. My friend smiled and said, “Oh fireworks!” “Not exactly,” I told her, steering her in between two parked vans. We needed to get down but she still didn’t comprehend the situation and refused to get dirty. The car rolled closer. More gun fire. No time to argue, just to act. Spinning her around, I placed myself between her and the gunmen and waited.
I walked away that night and would be plagued for the next several months by my reasoning. Was I stupid? Was I “that guy” the one who always puts others before himself? Or was it something else?
We had met in a bar in 05’ and despite how ill-fated that is said to be, I still remain optimistic. They also say looks don’t matter but nobody’s ever crossed a room to talk to an ugly person. So I was checking out her personality…from behind, and when she turned I found a fun and kindred spirit. And…there was something else.
Four years and a drive-by shooting later that something else turned out to be love. Watching a petite redhead walk towards me, in all her radiant beauty, with a white train following and tie-dyed flowers all around. “I do!” times two and life begins anew.
5 years later.
Hanging out with the same person this long may seem tiresome but there’s still no one I’d rather share a bar stool or bed with. We’ve been through a lot together; living, laughing and loving… and in more recent years an abundance of heartache and pain. But we strive to persevere. Die hard to the core— yippee ki-yay motherf***er! We’re both marriage veterans, her second and this is my third tour of duty. But I look into her eyes and know it’s truly our first. It’s in the eyes you know. The first time I looked into hers I saw eternity…maybe even longer and as it unraveled I saw not a moment without her.
She’s the one, always has been, forevermore will be. So now, if you will excuse me, I shall ignore you and end this rambling rabble by addressing just her.
Happy anniversary my love; there may never again be a grenade for me to catch but I will always have a hand for you to hold.
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