That’s Life (My Why part 8)
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It’s early in the morning on a cool Friday in October, about three a.m. The room is dark; the only light illuminating is from the mounted television about six feet away. The volume is low, as not to disturb the neighbors. In the shadows are two people on the couch, tucked in under a fleece blanket. A distinctive sound of crackling, then crunching seems to be on a loop of every ten seconds. It’s my arm reaching for the potato chips as we watch the P90X infomercial for about the one-hundredth time. Betsy (reluctantly) and I watch this infomercial constantly; I always want to tune in, I look forward to it as if it’s a suspense driven series like 24.
This program mesmerizes me, I tell Betsy I want to try it while my mouth is full of potato chips. One day, just not today I say. So a year goes by of watching the same infomercial over and over again. Then I finally declare that I’m ready for this challenge. Since I’ve been more sedentary and complacent lately, I ballooned to 220 pounds. That’s forty pounds heavier than my normal weight. At this rate, I’ll be closer to 300 than 200 in a few months. Pretty much the only exercise I was getting was for my fingers by logging hours upon hours of Call of Duty on Xbox. Obviously, something needed to drastically change.
Betsy bought the P90X program for me for Christmas of 2011 and I started with my first day on January 23, 2012. My first goal was to get to less than 200 pounds; after 90 days of the program, I was about 197. But I still needed to get to my normal weight of 175-180. So I started round two sometime in May. 90 days came and gone and I’m at 183; just a few more to go, let’s start round three in August. I’m just about to finish round three in late October and then, boom!
Halloween is on the near horizon and Superstorm Sandy is projected to ravage the eastern seaboard. Betsy and I spend nearly six hours trying to protect the home. Back and forth to and from Lowes with countless sandbag/rocks in an attempt to safeguard the house. The venture, although valiant in effort, was massively futile against Mother Nature’s wrath. We would have been better served had we used those precious last few hours grabbing our things. The only thing I grabbed on the way out was my P90X discs, resistance bands and guidebook. So we left Toms River and went to an even lower place, Hoboken. It was the lesser of the two evils for us since we were on the second floor. But we kind of knew that our vehicles were in dire straits. Sure enough, Betsy, my mom and I lost our vehicles; all three were totaled.
Two days later, we headed to Toms River to see what was left. Surprisingly, the structure of the house was in tact. That old house, which was built in the 1950’s, put up a courageous fight. But once inside, we saw the true effects of such a powerful storm. It looked like a bomb went off in the home. Furniture was thrown all over the place, the refrigerator was up on its’ side and 99% of everything inside was damaged beyond repair. There was five feet of water in the house, according to the water line marks and a neighbor from across the street who had ridden the storm out.
To this day, the home is still uninhabitable and the process to rebuild has been slow moving. FEMA, to their credit, responded within a week, but their assistance is minimal at best. The ongoing appeals with the Small Business Administration (SBA) have been nothing short of comical. They claim they are here to help people in need with disaster loans, yet the perception they project is a deny first policy. This is an ongoing battle that I’m not ready to give up.
So I keep on pushing forward; much like the outlook I had with the stroke. This is just another obstacle in the way. No worries, we’ll find a way. I understand there are so many people who are dealing with issues much worse than I am, so there’s absolutely no room for self-pity. As fellow “Hobokenite” Frank Sinatra famously sang, That’s Life.
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