Monday, April 01, 2013
Mike T, the young man who had the cerebral hemorrhage, has been friends with Michael for years. He has been in and out of our house and even has gone with us on vacation. He has known me for a long time and he knew me when I weighted 90 pounds more than I do today.
Through high school Mike T had gained a lot of weight and had been smoking weed. Since the boys graduated high school, I haven't seen as much of Mike T but he was by the house at Christmas. He was looking pretty good and had stopped smoking the dope. He told me that he was working out at the gym regularly, watching what he ate, and was taking better care of himself. He had a condition that resulted in high blood pressure and at age 20 was on meds for it. But he was trying to get it under control through exercise and diet.
I told him then how proud I was of him for his efforts.
Yesterday I went to visit him at the hospital. Really, honestly, to say good bye. His mother was torturing herself of what she could have done that she didn't. Then she told me about just how much work her son had been doing.
"And let me tell you this," she said, gently poking me in the arm, "he saw your turn around and decided he could do it too. You were his role model."
It was very humbling.