Friday, March 4, 2011
Woulda' shoulda' coulda'
Thirteen years ago I had prepared to go for a walk to inform of Diabetes Awareness Week brought about by The American Diabetes Association every March. A short one, only a hundred and twenty miles but because I had asked the help of a sponsor the man from the ADA, who was helping coordinate on his own time, had to call off the walk the day before because the sponsor had not come through with the promised money and was not returning calls. I later found out my sponsor had a reputation for this habit in other fund-raising events where the loss of one sponsor would not stop the presses to remove his logo from a t-shirt. I wanted to go on my own. I had the time slotted and had a loan from my father that I could pay over time. Instead I mailed the check back to my father and have wondered for all these years what adventure I had missed. Without that experience, and all the things that occurred from then to now, I would not be here today in the State I am in. A happy man who appreciates the goodn' woulda' shoulda' coulda'.