Post by reaper on Aug 11, 2019 11:10:55 GMT -5
It wasnt that long ago I hated Sundays. For a rather good reason...but before I get into that let me just point out that NOW I love Sundays....
I was around ten years old and life was decently unfolding before my very own eyes. Not much to do except go to school and play with my friends in the back yard. Football during football season...baseball in baseball season and so on and so on...
Anyway it wasnt until I was told I would have to go to bible school on Saturdays that things changed....to get me ready to make my first communion...as was the norm for my catholic upbringing.
So I plowed along and didnt rebel or resist my grandparents wishes...I didnt know anybetter and was taught to respct my elders and not question their agenda or motives...so as I said...I went along........until I was volunteered to be an altar boy.
You know...the priests assistant. Hand him his cloth...the bible...the holy sacraments...the wine....which I really wouldnt have minded except....mass took place on Sunday morning at 10a.m.
As as you might be aware of thats when pro wrestling came on....as a kid I was a devout fan of the Von Erichs...the freebirds....sheepherders...junkyard dog...jake the snake...Dusty Rhodes....hell...even Rick Flair.
And because I had to play religous assistant to some overdressed guy spouting religous words that had no significance or value to me I missed out on many matches between my childhood heroes...I HATED Sundays....
Now that Ive grown up ive learned to cherish my sundays...its usually a day off from work...and even though sundays have 24 hours in them just like any other day of the week...they always seem sooo short...
I was around ten years old and life was decently unfolding before my very own eyes. Not much to do except go to school and play with my friends in the back yard. Football during football season...baseball in baseball season and so on and so on...
Anyway it wasnt until I was told I would have to go to bible school on Saturdays that things changed....to get me ready to make my first communion...as was the norm for my catholic upbringing.
So I plowed along and didnt rebel or resist my grandparents wishes...I didnt know anybetter and was taught to respct my elders and not question their agenda or motives...so as I said...I went along........until I was volunteered to be an altar boy.
You know...the priests assistant. Hand him his cloth...the bible...the holy sacraments...the wine....which I really wouldnt have minded except....mass took place on Sunday morning at 10a.m.
As as you might be aware of thats when pro wrestling came on....as a kid I was a devout fan of the Von Erichs...the freebirds....sheepherders...junkyard dog...jake the snake...Dusty Rhodes....hell...even Rick Flair.
And because I had to play religous assistant to some overdressed guy spouting religous words that had no significance or value to me I missed out on many matches between my childhood heroes...I HATED Sundays....
Now that Ive grown up ive learned to cherish my sundays...its usually a day off from work...and even though sundays have 24 hours in them just like any other day of the week...they always seem sooo short...
