What you (and GGB) describe sounds pretty much the way my H feels about scuba diving. There is discipline there and risk and wonder and awe and peace. He gets antsy when he's been away from it too long.
When my H was young (17) he went through a bit of a bad time. His dad had had an A and it seemed like they were on the brink of a D (they're still together and very happy - so it can be done) his dog had just died, he'd split from his GF and her new BF had beaten him up for talking to her.
He was sitting in the dentist's chair and the dentist said "how are you?" and 17yo H just poured his whole heart out. The dentist just said something along the lines of "yeah life sucks sometimes". At that moment H decided - yeah *decided* he could never be happy again.
Do you think when you found out you couldn't fly anymore that you *decided* not to be happy again? You know - that life had let you down and there wasn't really any point trying anymore?
Fran
BTW: I didn't understand a word of Corri's last post either.
Last edited by haphazard; 09/22/0709:56 AM.
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