01 February 2014

Simple Guy: a guest post by the Caregiver

Lyrics from Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man."
Mike Moonis, the Caregiver, is one awesome husband. Today, I offer a view from where he sits. You can follow him on Twitter 
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I’m just a simple guy. 
I like meat and potatoes, even if it’s just a hot dog and French fries.  I don’t like to think too much. If too many thoughts get in my head at one time, I get mixed up and I have to cull out some ideas just to get a handle on things. I think a lot of guys fall into this category. NOT ALL.
Some intellectual types, some well versed fellows and the worldly traveler dudes appear to be able to sip on a glass of 20-year-old scotch and debate the ins and outs of the literary works of 18th century authors like Jonathan Swift or Samuel Johnson (yeah, I had to Google them). 
Not me. I only want to know if anyone can beat Hank Aaron or Babe Ruth’s home run record (without having an asterisk next to their name). 
On the other hand, most of the women I have the pleasure of interacting with on a daily basis DO NOT fall into the “simple mind” category.
For example, my wife, (yes, Chemo Brain herself) finds it amusing to sit there while I’m trying to relax (getting a hockey score or two) and pelt my ears with heavy question after heavy question.
"Did you know what happened to Helen in school today?” 
“Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appointment at 12:30. Can you take me?”
“When you’re not busy, could you read this article I saw on Facebook about what you get when you pour molten aluminum into an ant hill?”
These are all solid questions, which I should hear and spend the appropriate amount of time contemplating (well maybe not the ant hill one, but it was interesting).
but not all at once.
Not in the amount of time it takes for my coat to leave my shoulders and hit the floor. Oh yeah, I went there. We simple guys need time to process our thoughts. Time to order our thoughts into some semblance of importance and, only then, take one individually and process each subject to its end. 
But, Chemo Brain is firing off questions faster than a Gatling gun. Cranking off thought after thought until my brain is riddled with meaningful questions. Now her thoughts are mixed up with my own questions. 
“Who is going to play 3rd base for the Yankees next year?”  
"Are Tim and Tickle going to get their MASH to the STILL in time?” 
“I wonder how long it’s gonna take for her to call me out for the coat on the floor thing?”
There seems to be no hope for me. Simple Guys need simple instructions to make it through the day. The Bible is a complex read, yet, once you break it down into smaller chunks, things become crystal clear. Narrowing down your focus to simple truths will bring all your questions to a simple and manageable result. 
“So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong.”  1Kings 3:9A
“Blessed are the poor in spirit … Blessed are those who mourn … Blessed are the meek … Blessed are those who hunger … Blessed are the merciful … Blessed are the pure in heart  … Blessed are the peacemakers  … Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness  … Blessed are you when people insult you  … Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”  Matthew 5:3-12
Simple, right?

1 comment:

  1. 3 things here: I heard Mike's voice "reading" this aloud in my head-the neat thing is, it worked. It was truly HIS natural voice, in printed form…which leads to #2…Mike can write! How did we not know this?? And three…who IS going to play third base for the Yankees???