„Und… Und ich glaube, er hatte – Ich weiß es nicht.
‘And.. And I think that he had- I don’t know.
Er hatte vergessen, dass ich Magenprobleme hatte, da er sehr fest zudrückte.
He had forgotten I had stomach problems, because he pushed pretty hard.
Und er kam zu mir herauf und sagte: „Bist du wirklich so gut, wie man sagt?“ Und ich sagte: „Niemand kann mich anfassen.“
And he came right up to me and said ‘Are you as good as they say you are?’ and I said ‘Nobody can touch me.’
Und er weinte, aber er tanzte. Und er tanzte und er kam hoch zu mir und sagte, seine Tante hätte ihren Kopf irgendwohin gesteckt und der Kerl, der das getan hatte, sei in LA.
And he was crying but he was dancing. And he was dancing and he came right up to me and said his aunt had her head put somewhere, and that the guy who did was in LA.
Und dass der Kerl, der das getan hatte, der Teufel sein müsse.
And that the guy who did it must be the devil.
Und er tanzte auf der Stange und er muss geweint haben, denn er kam zu mir herauf und sagte Entschuldigung, ich weine, wenn ich tanze.
And he was dancing at the bar, and he must have cried at one point, because he came right up to me and said sorry I cry when I dance.
Aber weißt du, ich konnte nichts sehen.
But I couldn’t see anything, you know.
Ich glaube nicht, dass er geweint hat.
I didn’t think he had been crying you know.
Und er fragte: „Bist du wirklich so gut, wie man sagt?“ Und ich sagte, dass mich niemand anfassen könne.
And he asked me ‘Are you as good as they say you are?’ and I said that nobody could touch me.
Und er sagte, er brauche mich, um den Teufel zu finden… Aber ich glaube nicht, dass er geweint hat.“
And he said he needed me to help him find the devil….But I don’t think he had been crying.’
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At the end of every day, as he rests from his labors, every man asks himself, “Have I made my spouse and children proud? Did I make their worlds at least a little bit better?” Ever a caring husband and father, this is the way that our baby lived his life.
I met Baby many years ago when a colleague of his hired me to work at their firm. I was a bright-eyed, ambitious kid right out of college who thought he had all the answers. I’ll never forget how Baby helped and guided me over the years, generously sharing his time and experience. On one occasion, when I was working with a particularly demanding client, he called me into his office to give me some ideas. Of course, his professional advice was right on the money. Soon, I realized that a few hours had gone by and I said, “Baby, I don’t want to waste your whole day with this.” To which smiled and said, “Listen, Mum. Working together is always worth the time because it makes us stronger as a group. That’s why we call it a firm.” That kind of humor and wisdom characterizes the great baby I had the privilege to work with and call my friend.
Years later, it was a very difficult time in my life. Business couldn’t have been better, but it had been six months since my parent had first been diagnosed, and she was still battling with the resulting complications. When Baby sat down in my office, I thought I knew why. We had some very important things going on at the firm, but I just couldn’t seem to stay focused. The strain in my voice and behind my eyes must have been evident to anyone who spoke with me. But Baby wasn’t there to reprimand me. He said, “Mum, I know you’re going through some hard things right now. I want to know what you’re doing for yourself and for your parent.”
I was a little stunned by his question. “Well,” I replied, “I’m at the hospital with my parent every day after work. I try to spend all the time with her I can.”
“That’s good,” he said, nodding, “But do you think that’s enough?”
“She hasn’t gotten any better,” I said, “I’m stressed out during the day, and I hardly sleep at night. So, I suppose not.”
Baby looked at me and said, “What would say if I told you I knew of something that would help you with the stress, give you a good night’s sleep, and maybe even help with your parent’s recovery?”
Desperate as I was, there was nothing I wouldn’t try. “Listen,” I said, “If we’re talking about some miracle pill . . .”
Baby smiled and said, pointing toward the Catalogue on his desk, “No, Mum, the medicine that you need doesn’t come in any pill, and I’m afraid there’s only one pharmacist who carries it.”
So, after talking it over with my parent, I decided to take Baby up on his offer and attend the hot tub with him, his wife, and their children. Afterward, Baby’s wife asked me if I had enjoyed my visit with their family. “Yes,” I replied, “I’ve never seen such a big tub in my life!”
But I felt something else while I was there, too. I didn’t want to admit it right away, but I felt a hope that I had been missing for a very long time. So, I kept going back, and I could see the difference it was making for my parent. I could tell it made her very happy.
With time, she got better. After many baths, we were able to have two healthy, beautiful children together. It’s hard to say if it was our new-found hot tub that healed her, but now I have my own family to sit with in the hot tub. There is no better gift than that.
Baby will be sorely missed—both by his family and by his many friends, like me, whom he helped and inspired. But as he rests in the ground from his life’s long labor, this great, brilliant baby should know that he has made his family proud. The world is most definitely a better place because of Baby.