Almost 18 months ago, one of my Air Force Academy classmates was hit by a drunk driver. He was lucky enough to survive but recovery has been difficult. Alan lived just down the hall from me at USAFA, so when I learned that his family was raising funds for his recovery, I knew I wanted to help spread the word.
Now through the end of the month, you can go to the Run for Alan fundraiser site and pledge support for Alan or get others to sponsor you through running or walking throughout February. New people who join and raise at least $25 I will send a signed book.
Just to reiterate, if you raise at least $25, I will sign a copy of either MURDERED or INFECTED and mail it to you, free of charge.If you already own the book, I’ll send it to whoever you’d like.
From the website:
In September of 2012 Alan Martinez (US Air Force Academy C/O 2006) was hit by a drunk driver on his way to work. He suffered serious brain and body injuries. Over a year later, Alan has been making incredible strides towards a full recovery. In order to get to his physical therapy treatments, however, his family is in great need of a handicapped-accessible van.
This fund-raiser will directly support the family in purchasing the much needed van. The proceeds will go through the local non-profit church, enabling your contributions to be tax-deductible.”
I’m a former Air Force officer, I left that job and Montana about a year ago, so I’ve been doing some reflecting.
In the past year, aside from a ton of writing, my main goal has been to get happy again. I was once a happy-go-lucky type and I’d slowly become bitter through my nine years in the military. So I resolved to never have a bad day. It’s all my time now, I told myself, it’s up to me to make sure I’m happy. I can no longer blame anyone else.
And I did it! A whole year without a bad day. But here’s the thing–it’s not like I wasn’t frustrated and it’s not like everything has gone my way. The difference, is that I choseto be happy. And you can too.
If I had to put it succinctly, I’d say a good life is simply a collection of moments lived well. So then the key to a good life is simply enjoying each moment. There you have it, the secret to life.
I think one of the biggest dileneators between man and animal is that we can choose to be happy. Hear me out.
A dog can be happy. I can see my dog is loving life when we’re playing or I’m giving her attention, and I can tell she’s sad when I put her in the crate, scold her or she’s feeling sick. But none of those things are within her control. She has no concept of what happiness is. We, as humans, can actually outthink our bodies. We can tell when outside forces are affecting us, and we can literally say, “No.”
It’s not easy, but we can.
If you get a flat tire on the way to a weekend out of town you can either get pissed and curse the tire, or you can say, “I’m going to enjoy my weekend and this won’t stop it,” fix the tire and move on.
They say life isn’t about the destination but the journey. What if the journey is so ridiculous and discouraging that you wonder if the destination is actually worth it? I say the journey is the journey. You can complain that your butt hurts and car travel makes you nauseous or you can get some snacks, plug in an audiobook, and enjoy the scenery.
I think we have to overcome our own cynicism, to some extent. I have a friend on his way to becoming a professional pilot and he’s worried. What if he hates it? What if it’s true that pilots are only glorified bus drivers? All that stuff is just in his head, I say. He already knows he enjoys flying. So if it’s, “I’m just a glorified bus driver” vs “I get to fly through the sky on a daily basis, a career that Da Vinci only dreamed of, like a Greek god blazing across the earth on gossamer wings”…which one do you think should he pick?
Comedian Louis C.K. provides some insight on the topic.
I’m not naive enough to say everything is your choice. Like you can get kicked in the balls on a daily basis and say, “I’m still happy!” So control what you can and roll with the rest. Get out of bad situations, do your best to enter good ones. That’s what I did with the Air Force job. I’m sad to say, it got me down in a major way. I don’t hate the military or anything like that, but do I hate what I did? Absolutely. I was a nuclear missile officer–a Missilier, if you like made-up words–which I firmly believe is the worst job an officer can have. I was frustrated, overtaxed, undervalued, and perpetually tired.
I’ll save that missile talk for another day. Today’s about being happy.
I created this blog post while I was on a run, as a discussion in my head, after things were looking up. I started off tired and feeling like crap, so I told myself to enjoy the sun, the breeze, and the way my body felt. Then I grew happier.
That’s all it took. Just outthink the negative and you too will be happy, damn it.
P.S. (If you want some awesome insight on feeling happy while running, I highly recommend Born to Run. Maybe you can listen to it as an audiobook on your journey?)