AN OPEN LETTER TO MY BRAIN
By John Leon
Dear Brain:
Remember me? That left knee that used to be able to allow you to run and jump and do all the things that made you one of the best softball/baseball players in the area? Well, how do you like me now? After 3 other surgeries on both of us knees, now you’re looking at another one. This time, work got in the way and I just couldn’t handle the stress of carrying both of us around anymore.
For 21 years we (the knees) allowed you do just about anything you wanted on the fields, until you started abusing us. Oh, it may not have seemed like it at the time, but remember all of those slides into bases? All of those jumping and diving catches? All of those sprints into uncharted territories tracking down fly balls? Time to pay up boy!
So here you sit and we’re singing to you now aren’t we? 22 years of toting and carrying the mail added to the stress and now you’re looking at someone putting the knife to us once again so you can live a semi-normal life again. This is the thanks we get? Boy, how appreciative!
Oh, we know that being the athlete you were was a choice and we gladly went along for the ride, so after all is said and done, we’re not complaining. We had a chance to visit most, if not all, of the states on the east coast, saw some great sights and most of all were able to compete on a level that not many get to achieve.
We just wanted to let you know that we want to be right again and if this is the course we have to take to get your attention, then it has to be. We’re never going to be sprinting again and that’s fine with us, but it would be nice to be able to walk semi-normally again without having these damn cartilage, ligaments and tendons breaking down all the time. As Larry the Cable Guy says, “Git er done!”
So in conclusion, let us finalize this letter by saying it’s been a heck of a ride, now it’s time to begin doing something better with your life. Start by fixing us, get out of the Post Office, because we both know that it’s not going to last much longer anyway and begin the next phase of our life together.
You are a talented writer and make people sit up and take notice. It’s about time you enhanced that career, but fix us so that butt of yours doesn’t grow to the size of a 50 cent toll to get around it.
At least we’ll be able to keep you in a bit of shape and yes, we know that round is a shape but it doesn’t look good on us. Besides any extra poundage you add only makes our job tougher. Our job is tough enough already.
Remember, scars are only tattoos with better stories.
Sincerely,
Your knees
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