What the F##k?
There I sat in disbelief. On the cold travertine tile surrounding the toilet flange, I chiseled away. Once again, brother-in-law Brett broke the commode. Although forty-five, he remains eternally twelve. Pulsating through the sewer pipes, Brett’s karaoke filled the room. “Living on a prayer,” my ass. The smell of poop was nauseating.
“Can life get any worse than this?” I thought to myself. Just then, a fragment of PVC pipe struck me in the eye. Holding my eyelid shut, I staggered to the medicine cabinet. There was an eye wash kit somewhere in the house and we finally had a need for it. Flipping through random first aid products proved to be pointless. A foreign object was lodged in my eye and the case of Pepto-Bismol we bought at the local wholesale club would do me no good.
“Hey what’s up?” Tilting my head back, I answered my phone.
The worry in my friend’s voice made my eyes open wide. “It’s Jonathan.” Concerned about her son, she continued. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What’s wrong Pamela?”
“He was out all night. He’s been spending the night at random girls’ houses and I think he’s smoking marijuana.”
“Wow!” In disbelief, I exclaimed. “That doesn’t sound like him.”
“If you only knew…”
A stinging sensation hit me as tears ran down my cheek. “Do you mind if I place the phone down for a moment?” Apologetically, I asked. “I have something in my eye.”
“No, go right ahead.”
Reaching across the kitchen counter, I grabbed the spray hose. Leaning back I squeezed the stainless steel handle. With my head emerged in the kitchen sink, I wished. I wished my son was out getting laid and smoking pot. Young adults do stupid things. How I wished that Cade was doing these stupid things.
“Sorry about that Pamela.” Drying my face with my shirt, I continued. “I’ll have a talk with Jonathan.”
“Thank you so much. He really admires you.”
“No problem. I love that kid.” Noticing the water splashed everywhere, I started laughing. “You should see the mess that I made.”
I smiled a crooked grin as I comforted my friend. Attempting to help her through her predicament, I placed my phone on speaker. There was a big clean up job ahead of me and this required both hands to be free.
“What’s that awful noise?” She asked.
“What noise?” Gathering a mop, I rummaged through the laundry room.
“That shrieking sound. Where are you?”
“In the laundry room.”
“Oh,” she recalled. “I remember you saying your washing machine was making a lot of noise…but, I thought you bought a new one.”
“Pamela.” As I walked past my brother-in-law’s room I informed her. “That’s no washing machine. That dreadful noise,” in laughter I continued, “is Brett singing Bon Jovi’s greatest hits.”
The hard rocking tunes were suddenly overshadowed by the sound of shattered glass. “Cade!” I yelled as I ran to the living room. Fearful of what I’d find, I took a deep breath. There, on the corner of the couch, sat my son. The picture window behind him had been annihilated. There were tears in his eyes as he tightly clenched his fists. “Need medicine, Daddy.”
Later that day, while visiting a friend in the hospital, I received a message from Pamela.
Smiling, I placed my phone back down. My friend Adam was lying in bed rubbing his chest. “Ain’t this some shit?” Pointing to the implant just below his shoulder, he explained how his chemotherapy was administered.
Fascinated by medical science, I listened as Adam continued. “This round lump right here is called a port. There’s a tube that connects the port to my vein. When it’s time for my chemo, they just inject a needle into the port.”
Adam spoke of his chemotherapy and rare cancer the same way that I would speak about lunch or a pair of tennis shoes; like it’s no big deal. There’s one thing, however, that I knew was bothering him. Adam’s a very active guy and fitness is an integral part of who he is. With wires still connected to the adjacent infusion pole, he nudged his bed to the side. Dropping to the floor, he sneaked in a few push ups.
Moments later, Adam’s parents walked in and their faces lit up. Not because their son was on the hospital floor doing push ups, mind you. But because he had company. This would be the first time meeting Adam’s parents for my friend, Tony and I. “What an amazing family,” I thought as we spent the next several hours laughing and sharing stories in the hospital lobby.
I didn’t make it home until 1:00 a.m. that morning. To my surprise, Julee was still sitting up in bed reading a book.
“The window looks worse than I thought,” she sighed. “How’s Adam?”
Inspired by Adam’s courage and positive outlook, I told Julee all about my visit. I told her about the many fascinating things I learned about Adam. I had no idea that Adam was such an incredible artist and musician. I told her about the many fascinating things I learned about Adam’s parents. What can I say? They’re just downright cool. Realizing what Adam’s parents are going through, I gave thanks. I gave thanks for my son’s good health. Raising a child with autism can be grueling at times. However, I am thankful that my son is not battling a life-threatening illness.
“What the f##k do we have to complain about?” I asked as I kissed my wife good night.
The next evening I sent Adam a message.
Kelly Jude Melerine
It’s all relative – great story!
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Thank you so much. It certainly is.
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Awesome story.
Very inspiring…
Dealing with a lot.
Really needed some encouragement from a different perspective. Thank you. ☺
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Wishing you the very best in whatever you’re going through.
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Thank you. 🌷
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Thank you for sharing this with the world. It was one of those moments when I finally have some quite time to myself but not by choice. Your post really made me look at things going on in my life and wonder what the f*ck do I have to complain about. Thank you for reminding me how fortunate I am to have two healthy boys and a hard working husband. Thank you for reminding me there is always positives in the world.
All in all, just thank you. I look forward to reading more posts from you.
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Thank you for taking your time to write this wonderful comment. Wishing you, your husband and your two boys the best this holiday season. May 2017 be filled with peace, joy and happiness.
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Once again you inspire me. Reading your post puts my thinking back in check. Your are an amazing guy, keep being yourself, you rock.
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Thanks. You’re pretty damn awesome yourself.
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Thanks man. Hope your family has a great Christmas.
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It’s all about perspective. Thank you for reminding us all of that!
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You are very welcome.
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Beautiful. I have had those wild rollercoaster days of WTF and it could be so much worse many times. Sometimes they even happen minute to minute. Thank you
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Thank you my friend. I will be thinking of you on those maddening days of WTF.
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I’ll give that person some first world problems! When people have nothing better to complain about there is always someone out there worse off than we are. Like the guy who was complaining about having no shoes, until he met someone without any feet! Great story!
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Thank you so much.
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Such an amazing story. Everytime I begin to complain I always remind myself to be grateful for my life. There is always someone else with a harder struggle, we just need to inspire each other and that you have done!
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Wow! Thank you so much. You rock.
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Wow! My hat is off to you.
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Thank you.
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Thanks.. I try to remind myself how blessed I am.. thanks for sharing..
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Stay blessed.
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My new mantra, “WTF do I have to complain about?” Honestly, not much anymore. Thanks for the reminder and for stopping by my blog. I look forward to checking out yours. Sandra
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You rock!
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Some days everything just hits you all at once doesn’t it? Still, it sounds like you managed to get through your day with grace. I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog. Thank you so much for stopping by mine. All the best for 2107!
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Thank you. Wishing you the most incredible new year ever!
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Reblogged this on Just Dusty and commented:
For the Ninth Day of Blogging, here’s one from a fellow blogger. A nice message, and I like the title. Give it a read and check out his blog, squeezethespacemanstaco.com
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You are awesome!
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Thank you – I needed this post tonight! My son had this past week off from school, and we were in the midst of adjusting his meds. He has autism and takes medication for anxiety and aggression. Needless to say, it was a hellish week for everyone involved. But your post reminded me that sometimes it’s good to step outside your own stressful bubble, be thankful for the good things, and support those who might be facing stresses greater than your own. 🙂
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Autism, anxiety and aggression (AAA). It’s hard to see the light at the end of that tunnel. Your gift of remembering the good things and the good times will carry you through. Thinking of you and your family and wishing all the best in the new year.
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Thanks! You, too!!
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This made me think, really hard. I really enjoy your writing and find myself hanging on each word. I’ve worked with children who have autism and sensory disorders as well as with cancer patients. I have lived this thought time and time again. It’s a beautiful reminder.
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Thank you son much for the compliment and for the good you bring in the world
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You’re welcome!
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That was a wonderful story. Well written and pointed as well as poignant.
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Thank you. You just made my morning great.
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Reblogged this on theherdlesswitch and commented:
WTF do we have to worry about? Here’s a wonderful and inspirational post by Kmelering over at https://squeezethespacemanstaco.com
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Thank you so much. You rock!
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As do you, I love your blog!
Meno<3
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@kmelerine send me your email address.
bazzaedgemon@gmail.com.
Fatherseekers.com is a blog addressed to fatherless men and boys. Our goal is to encourage and equip the folks who have been touched by fatherlessness. “Changing a fatherless culture.
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kmelerine@msn.com
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Great post. You are so right. We can be thankful that our kid isnt dealing with any life threatning illness.
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Amen!
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Nicely said. If this is fiction, it’s really believable. If it is truth, it is the hard kind you live with Day in and day out. It is good to find the wisdom as you are plumbing the depths of the toilet. Especially when that is your literal life.
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Thank you. Actually the only fictitious part is that I changed the name of my pot smoking little friend and his mom. Since I’ve written this post, my friend Adam has undergone surgery and the results show that he is now cancer free.
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In this way, truth is nicer than fiction!
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I am an educator. Sometimes, I go to the G Hall and read to our students with disabilities. This also includes students with autism diagnosis. I agree with you ; we have absolutely no reason to complain. Although these babies are very special and loving, they can be aggressive at a drop of a dime.
I admire your courage and tenacity. It takes a very special, loving person to fight the good fight and that is raising a child that is one the severe end of the autism spectrum.
God bless you and your family.
Sincerely,
Gwendolyn
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Gwendolyn, I can’t tell you how much I admire people that do the work that you do. People like you ease the burden that families like mine face. Thank you so much for what you do.
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This is a wonderful post and a wonderful blog. You are an inspiration! Props for all that you do. I look forward very much to following your blog.
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You’ve just placed a big smile on my face. For that I thank you. 🙂
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You just made me ask myself why I’m always complaining and your right wtf do I have to complain about
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Thanks for being awesome.
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Thanks for sharing. It’s so important to get the perspective of others. You are a patient and loving dad. He’s lucky to have you.
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Thank you for your kind words. You rock!
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I love this so, so much! I just found you because you found me. You’re my first blog follower. Thank you! I’m really looking forward to reading all your posts. x
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You rock!
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Hey, thanks so much! 🙂
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A simple story, yet beautifully layered. This message is so important and we all need reminders to choose happiness and keep perspective. Thank you so much.
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You are awesome.
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(Blushing) Thank you, mister.
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Thanks for the like and follow, you seem like an amazing Dad and your writing is brilliant. Wishing you all the best in your parenting journey.
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You are the amazing one. Thank you.
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Many years ago, I learned never to judge someone’s insides by their outside appearance. I keep on forgetting it and learning it over and over — and felt like I did when I read your piece. I make it a point to look into a person’s eyes and talk with them genuinely, as I am from where I am, and it never fails to astound me how much each person is grappling with in their life, unseen, unheralded, and uncelebrated — how fortunate for your friends and family that you do see them and you do write their stories — and your own. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you Louise. You are so right. We never know what others are struggling with. If only we can all remember that and treat each other with a little kindness.
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…and ourselves as well!
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So true.
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