Among the many things my dad would say that I really didn't get was when he point at someone and say, "He's good timber!" I would look and think that he meant that guy was strong or tall or hard as wood or whatever a punk, spoiled, rich kid thinks when he's not really listening anyway.
Now I get it. He meant a certain kind of strong. A strength that only comes through experience, hard experience more specifically and I realize now it was one of his greatest compliments. "Good timber does not grow in ease. The farther the sky, the greater length; The more the storm, the more the strength."
My dad was good timber.
In weight lifting and in life there is a familiar mantra, "No pain no gain" I get it, but prefer my own philosophy of no pain no pain. I've always figured if it hurts you are doing it wrong and now I suffer from chronic pain and now realize that pain, struggle and storms are the things that help us grow. We learn to deal with the pain. We learn to struggle forward. We learn how to come in from the rain!
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