DocStram
Member
As many of you know, I recently made a post "Re-Introducing" myself as the new DocStram. As you can imagine, I took quite a beating from my friends here in IAP. Now that things have settled down and I'm back to being the "Old DocStram", I think I owe you all an explanation. This will take a few minutes to read, but ... stay with me here .....
About two weeks ago, I was out riding my motorcycle .... just tooling along thru the rural Georgia countryside. The wind was blowing thru my hair (OK, I had a helmet on), the sun was shining down on me, it was a crisp beautiful day. I was like really into the Zen of riding my bike. I mean, like, the whole Gestalt was there for me to feel one with the planet.
Then, just as I was rounding a curve ... out of nowhere .... much to my surprise and fright .... appeared an old pickup with a rebel flag mounted in it's bed. My pulse went off the chart. My heart was in my throat. Chills went thru my body. I could feel myself succumbing to the force of gravity as my bike started a long uncontrollable slide. My life began flashing thru my mind. Mrs. Mellinger, my first grade teacher. Wags, my childhood puppy. Well, you get my drift.
Then, as I headed into that slide ..... careening off the road .... there ahead of me .... now this is hard to believe .... but .. I swear I saw Oprah waiting for me ... with her arms open. And suddenly, I just knew everything was going to be OK. And it was. I don't know how ... but somehow I managed to slide the bike back up until it was upright and I slowed to a stop.
Well, as you can imagine. I was terribly shaken. That's when I came straight to IAP and decided to reinvent myself. I really thought it was all due to Oprah. And so, I had an epiphany that I was a new, kinder, gentler DocStram.
Now for the really interesting part. After writing the "Hi, I'm the New DocStram" .... I decided to head back out that two lane road to see if Oprah might still be there. You will never guess what I found. It wasn't Oprah after all. Much to my surprise, what I really saw was a huge pecan tree with a gigantic burl that was in the shape of Oprah's face. Those arms reaching out to me? Those were two branches.
Oprah had nothing to do with saving me. It was the sanctity of the burl that did it. And so ... that ended my little epiphany. Forget the make over.
That burl taught me that I am who I am! The regular, plain ol' DocStram!! [
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About two weeks ago, I was out riding my motorcycle .... just tooling along thru the rural Georgia countryside. The wind was blowing thru my hair (OK, I had a helmet on), the sun was shining down on me, it was a crisp beautiful day. I was like really into the Zen of riding my bike. I mean, like, the whole Gestalt was there for me to feel one with the planet.
Then, just as I was rounding a curve ... out of nowhere .... much to my surprise and fright .... appeared an old pickup with a rebel flag mounted in it's bed. My pulse went off the chart. My heart was in my throat. Chills went thru my body. I could feel myself succumbing to the force of gravity as my bike started a long uncontrollable slide. My life began flashing thru my mind. Mrs. Mellinger, my first grade teacher. Wags, my childhood puppy. Well, you get my drift.
Then, as I headed into that slide ..... careening off the road .... there ahead of me .... now this is hard to believe .... but .. I swear I saw Oprah waiting for me ... with her arms open. And suddenly, I just knew everything was going to be OK. And it was. I don't know how ... but somehow I managed to slide the bike back up until it was upright and I slowed to a stop.
Well, as you can imagine. I was terribly shaken. That's when I came straight to IAP and decided to reinvent myself. I really thought it was all due to Oprah. And so, I had an epiphany that I was a new, kinder, gentler DocStram.
Now for the really interesting part. After writing the "Hi, I'm the New DocStram" .... I decided to head back out that two lane road to see if Oprah might still be there. You will never guess what I found. It wasn't Oprah after all. Much to my surprise, what I really saw was a huge pecan tree with a gigantic burl that was in the shape of Oprah's face. Those arms reaching out to me? Those were two branches.
Oprah had nothing to do with saving me. It was the sanctity of the burl that did it. And so ... that ended my little epiphany. Forget the make over.
That burl taught me that I am who I am! The regular, plain ol' DocStram!! [
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