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by BrokenolMarine » Fri Mar 24, 2017 9:17 am
When I was a kid, I worked hard to earn my own spending money. I mowed lawns, with a cheap kmart mower I bought myself. Edged sidewalks, trimmed hedges, and painted outbuildings. I bought school clothes, maintained my bike and bought hotwheels and GI Joes. The real Joes, the 12" ones that dated my sisters Barbies after midnight.
When I went into the Corps, I boxed up my few possessions and put them in the attic. A large box with more than a hundred hit wheels, including limited editions still in the blister packs. Another large box with the Joes and all their vehicles. After bootcamp and A schools for Avionics, then the on the job training, I finally got my squadron assignment. Three years in one place. Rather than a new mustang, I bought a house.
Went home on leave, crawled in the corner of the attic and there was only a box of my books. My mom said, "Oh, one of my friends was over with her kids a few months ago, and I remembered seeing those boxes of your old toys, so I gave them to her for her boys. I knew you wouldn't mind..."
I often showed her the prices of original Joes selling at auction....
You can tell a lot about the character of a man...
by the way he treats those who can do nothing for him.
I don't look back at the things I can no longer do, I just look forward to the things I still can.