Hero
Fitness Together
Port Jefferson, NY
February 23 2008
“Will I be a hero if I drop dead at my desk?”
He then packed up all his shit and left the office.
Ed quit and squeezed his hulking 295-pound body out the door.
Just the day before he had been:
CEO (Chief Executive Officer)
MP (Mr. President)
BB (Big Boss)
MM (Main Man)
TD (Top Dog)
BSD (Big Swinging Dick)
This day he was just Ed with a cardboard box, an overworked, sick body and
mind, huffing and puffing to his car parked in the best spot for the very last
time.
For the next two months Ed (no title) stayed home, went on a diet, walked on
his treadmill for miles and miles, thought about how he wanted to save his life,
and, after he saved it, wondered what he was going to do with it.
On the morning of the day that 50-year-old Ed packed up his shit, he went for a
medical check-up where his doctor told him that a heart attack or stroke was
imminent, unless he made some big changes chop-chop. The nurses gave him
a shot to bring his blood pressure down and to keep his heart from exploding
out of his chest, and sent him on his way with a book-load of prescriptions.
In six months Ed lost 70 pounds. Ed started a small consulting business from
his house. He got special meals delivered daily form a company called “The
Chef Diet”. Ed grew rosy cheeks and a friendly smile. He projected an aura of
peace and joy that only someone who has been given a rebirth can.
Ed’s picture is up on the wall at the Gym.
Ed was elected “Client of the Month” for his dedication and progress in his
health program.
I told Ed today that he is a Hero. He said that he is happy to get his fifteen
minutes of fame in his new little fish bowl world where the only pill he takes
now every day is a multi-vitamin. Then he smiled that rosy smile and got back
to walking briskly on the treadmill.
Port Jefferson, NY
February 23 2008
“Will I be a hero if I drop dead at my desk?”
He then packed up all his shit and left the office.
Ed quit and squeezed his hulking 295-pound body out the door.
Just the day before he had been:
CEO (Chief Executive Officer)
MP (Mr. President)
BB (Big Boss)
MM (Main Man)
TD (Top Dog)
BSD (Big Swinging Dick)
This day he was just Ed with a cardboard box, an overworked, sick body and
mind, huffing and puffing to his car parked in the best spot for the very last
time.
For the next two months Ed (no title) stayed home, went on a diet, walked on
his treadmill for miles and miles, thought about how he wanted to save his life,
and, after he saved it, wondered what he was going to do with it.
On the morning of the day that 50-year-old Ed packed up his shit, he went for a
medical check-up where his doctor told him that a heart attack or stroke was
imminent, unless he made some big changes chop-chop. The nurses gave him
a shot to bring his blood pressure down and to keep his heart from exploding
out of his chest, and sent him on his way with a book-load of prescriptions.
In six months Ed lost 70 pounds. Ed started a small consulting business from
his house. He got special meals delivered daily form a company called “The
Chef Diet”. Ed grew rosy cheeks and a friendly smile. He projected an aura of
peace and joy that only someone who has been given a rebirth can.
Ed’s picture is up on the wall at the Gym.
Ed was elected “Client of the Month” for his dedication and progress in his
health program.
I told Ed today that he is a Hero. He said that he is happy to get his fifteen
minutes of fame in his new little fish bowl world where the only pill he takes
now every day is a multi-vitamin. Then he smiled that rosy smile and got back
to walking briskly on the treadmill.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
