Thursday, March 13, 2008

I have no regrets.

One might expect, in light of the events that transpired a couple weeks ago, that I would be filled with regrets about letting myself get in such bad physical shape that it almost killed me.

The short answer is, I don't.

If you know me, then you know why I joined the Army and came to Europe 10 years ago. I got tired of living a mundane life, working a mundane job and was dying to experience life in all it's glory. I longed for adventure, for new experiences, for stories to tell my kids someday. And looking back over the past 10 years, that's exactly what I got in spades. Leaving for Europe back in 1998 was like starting my life over and I'm satisfied that I grabbed every little bit I could. Sure, there are places I still have yet to see and things I probably will never got to accomplish now but I've had a great run.

I've seen the best Europe has to offer. I've experienced the best life has to offer. When I think back over the life I've had since coming to Europe 10 years ago, I feel many things but I gotta say, regret is not one of them. When I think about what life was like before I joined the Army and came here, it makes me shudder to think of where I would be had I not made the great leap of faith and chucked it all for a new life.

Remember the book that I started writing last year? I had to scrap the project for various reasons but before doing so, I managed to get the first several chapters written, about how I came to make the decision to join the Army and come to Europe. I've been rereading it a lot lately and it's reminded me of how miserable I was in my former life. It's coming up on the 10th anniversary of the day I arrived in Europe so I guess it's fitting to reminisce.

Perhaps I'll post some of the story on here in small bits at a time so some of you can reminisce with me...


Anonymous said...

What is your 10th aniversary date? I remember your first visit to Ramstein. I remember walking around Landstuhl, and visiting the Irish Pub. You know, Murphy's is much more "Irish" than Guinness...I should know! Good times, brother!

Rik said...

Steve, it was May 1, 1998 the day I landed in Germany.

"I'm from Ireland, I should know!"

Good times...

Anonymous said...

Hey Rik,

Just read your brush with aneurysm. It is scary really. From now on 'diet' is very very important for you. Stay away from salt. Stay away from fats. And don't stress yourself mentally and physically. Watch your weight religiously. Hypertension if not treated will lead to a complex of sickness. My mom is a living testament as she is a walking time bomb.

You take care okay.


ciao_ragazzi said...

Good to know you're doing well, my friend! We'll be praying for you and the family. Have faith God is a miracle worker AND healor. Your family is a prime example - He's created a miracle w/ your upcoming baby and is currently healing you (spritually, emotionally, and physically). Take care of yourself...we're thinking about ya!