Sometimes the people who come into our lives change us dramatically for the better simply because of who they are and who they choose to be. Ton is one of those people.
I’ve never met Ton in real life, and I have no idea what his real name is. I would have very much liked to have met him ~ not to be one of his many conquests! lol! But just to know him. It would have been cool to be his sister or cousin. But, alas, we do not get to choose our family. But we do get to choose our friends, and I consider Ton a friend.
Since I do not know who he is in real life, I do not know why we haven’t seen him since the end of June. I thought it appropriate, though, to share what I do know. And I thought it appropriate to have a post in his honor.
LOL I recently got my expiration date; trying to live on my bike and get in the last couple of dream rides while I can
Legit Blax. It ain’t being scared shitless that’s the problem. It’s not doing something because of the fear. Though sometimes that is the smart play.
As for the rest, it ain’t a big deal. Been on borrowed time for about 17 years now. Getting a time line focuses the attention, makes things real in away hearing it the 1st time didn’t. Take away is, keep living and I reckon bikes are my security blanket
I don’t read Rollo’s site and didn’t know about these comments until our Liz wrote this comment at Ton’s site:
April 21, 2017 at 1:32 pm
What brings me here (again) is the latest entry at Rollo’s re: Ton mentioned an “expiration date”
Say it ain’t so.
I don’t even want to ask because the superstitious Italian in me believes in magical thinking…
that words might cause something to happen.
So maybe you shouldn’t answer.
Or answer in good time.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and yours, always.
-Grace and peace,
Yup it’s legit. I have always know it would be an issue and all. Little sooner then planned but we have planned for it from the start
I’m counting on the docs being wrong like they have many, many times in the past but for near on two decades I lived like my breathing wasn’t an issue.
It’s the tooling around with the little 02 machine I am going to like the least but at some point, some dude is going to have to live the rest of his life knowing he got his ass kicked by an old many with an oxygen tank
As I said, I do not know Ton in real life, but the impact he’s made on mine is profound, and I am deeply grateful to know him virtually from afar.
I hope he’s still riding the roads on his bike, messin’ with his girls, playing with his two young boys, mentoring his oldest son and his daughter, and enjoying his grandbabies. And while I lament not ever having had the opportunity to meet him, I am thankful that I’ll get to meet him someday on the other side.
Ton has left a lot of wisdom out here in the virtual world, including on his own blog, SFC Ton’s Blog. I haven’t always agreed with him 🙂 , but I have always respected him.
I thought it would be great to have a place where we can share the wisdom and comments he’s made over time that we remember . . . have a place to come back to and absorb, once again, his wisdom.
While searching Rollo’s site for the comment Liz referred to, I ran across a couple of other comments I thought worth re-sharing. Here’s one about male friendship and leadership:
I think most men lack true friends because they don’t have that series of shared extreme hardship experience that create masculine bonds. This lack of masculine friendship is another down side to civilized life
Trust? An honest man, who can find? I trust my rifle, my training, the Ranger next to me and my Pit Bull. Again, how do you trust a man who hasn’t gone through some serious shit with you?
Killing and fucking? It is the nature of things. When I was a kid, I was #1 in the stack. Didn’t want to do anything else, wasn’t good for much else either. As I grew in experience, running a team better use of my experience. When you’re young you don’t know how to lead, somewhere around 30 you can lead some and are still damn good on point, but good leadership counts for more. Those door kickers and team leaders both need training and mentoring and they can’t train or mentor themselves, which is what you do as you grow in experience, understanding and hopefully wisdom.
When I read a man who says he don’t fear anything I have to wonder what has been thrown his way.
Has he a the real possibility of his child dying of the doctors dont know what? Had a race bike go down at high speed? Have his parachute fail? Look down and see his legs shredded? Been water boarded etc etc.
No fear has to one of the dumbest things ever put on a bumper sticker.
Women care more about babies then men?
Bullfuckingshit.#1) Abortion would be illegal if only men voted #2) women abuse childern, their own biological childern way more often then men #3) divorce stats show its women breaking up babies
I don’t know Ame.. I know this is no longer a Godly nation, a White man’s nation or federated republic. It’s a nation that celebrates perversion, godlesness and child murder. I know the deep state and shot callers are increasingly frogein born and hostile to God and Whites and I know the US military has never failed to fire on American civilians.
What other men do with that intell is on them but my family is done. 5 generations of combat vets, 4 generations of SpecOp combat vets and I made the decision this govermnet and most of the people are no longer worth or lives, limbs, blood and souls. What kind of shitty nation has a war every fucking generation? Probably hasn’t been worth it since the 1940’s. Most def not since the 1960’s. Which pretty much pisses on my father, my oldest son and myself.
The other side has their own plan trying to win their own fight at your expense and it’s unrealistic to think you’ll win every round but you can always win the next round. Or maybe the best you can manage is winning the next fight. Sometimes you knock so,e fucker out in the 1st round. Other times You get caught by supirse and it’s your knees buckling in the 1st round. You get knocked down, you do your best to come back swinging smarter and harder. Sometimes you fight hard as hell for 15 rounds and the best you can manage is loosing. Don’t rightly matter because if you fight hard and loose folks will still pay to see you fight again and you’re still in the money.
Divroced against your will, so to speak,? Well you probably can’t win that round but you can win the next round and the next fight.
Or you can loose a couple of rounds then lay down and die. Just don’t expect anyone to respect that shit.
Where ever you are, Ton, you are greatly missed. Thank you for leaving nuggets of wisdom all over cyber space. We are better people for having known you, even if only virtually and from afar.
And . . . if Ton were to ever read this post, I’d hope he’d comment, “Ame, Legit, Darlin’!”