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Originally Posted by pgardn
You come down here and visit your son, go east to San Antonio, and I swear to God I will take you fishing in the flats. Then we both can die happy.
GR. DTS. There is an interesting tidbit of genetic information about finding a risk taking gene. They think they have located an area that make some people much more likely to take on stuff I would not... I guess Im lacking that gene. Or maybe I have it and it will switch on after my daughter is older.
Its not like I sit behind my desk and cower. Hell, I pulled (with pliers) the barb off a sting ray a fellow teacher caught just last week. And then we (the ray and I) played together, kind of wrestled around once I knew he was harmless.
We took him back iced down to show the kids in this teacher's aquatic biology class. He showed them all the different parts, the removed barb, the kids loved it. I can imagine the conversations tomorrow. All those kids in that class love animals and such and you just know they watched the show.
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Pgardn,
I really love Texas. Alas, my son isn't living there anymore. He's in Indianapolis. But someday soon I'd love to go fishing with you. If I don't watch out for the crabs, at least I'll have tried. Are we taking bets on which one of us catches the bigger red?
And please, Pat, make yourself available next summer for a trip to Toga and some trout and bass with me. I want to show you just as good a time.
That's all I was trying to say. Life is what we make it, and I'd like it to be filled with good or die trying to make it so.
I just might have the genetic predispostion for risk taking...but I think it might be environmental.
My dad always said, "Without risk, there is no gain."
I say, gain is good. In fact, I live for it.
If I didn't, why would I keep breathing?