What's the toughest decision you've ever made?
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This morning, it was Ethiopian Yergecheffe or Tanzanian Peaberry, but in life, I don't know that I've had to make a decision that really tore me up. What about you?
Intelligence is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
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Quitting drinking was the easiest but hardest to keep decision I ever made. Life's been good ever since.
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"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
I was just 18, missing my girlfriend (now, my wife), struggling terribly to pitch well, not officially making the cut and not sure what to do.
Several phone calls to my step dad and he just said I had to make the decision. The boats will always be there and they have flights to Kodiak all the time, so I can be home in a day and only I can make that decision.
The last thing he said before I went and bought the plane ticket home was that most guys never even get the chance, so to make it that far, he was proud of that.
I left the next day for Alaska.
Missy has asked me if I regretted leaving. Of course I do.
Too many "what could have beens".
But I'm also a realist. Would I have really made it that far? Probably not.
She thought at one time, it was her fault I came home. She was one of the deciding factors, but not why I eventually walked away.
Money, uncertainty and not having the experience pretty, much cover it.
The are several other times of tough decisions, but this is the one decision that affected the outcome of my life the way it is.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
The biggest decisions always came easy to me. You get clarity. It's the yergechef or peaberry schidt that drives me nuts... whatever they are. Hell, I can waste half an hour sniffing round my various humidors looking what to burn and come up doing something else instead.
At that time, my lack of success was do to my lack of heart in it.
As much as I loved pitching and playing baseball, I doubted myself terribly. And that affected my performance terribly. LOL!
When your gal is 1000 miles away from you and you doubt yourself, that can also transition into problems in the relationship.
Luckily, she stood by me every step of the way, even though her family hates me, cause I have this problem with speaking my mind. ROFL!
As for simple decisions, that's what momma is for.
I can't even decide what to have for dinner. Choosing a cigar takes forever and even worse if I get sidetracked.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
about eight years ago. Not looking forward to that day.
I wasn't thinking about putting down my dog. That was hard, but I knew it was right. She had seizures and no longer responded to meds. 2.5 hours of seizure after seizure one Saturday alone with the kids who were basically first grade and preschool aged (so no help) made it an easier decision. She was in pain. Easy decision but hard to do. Good comments, guys. Decision making is an interesting process.
I like Oliva and Quesada (including Regius) a lot. I will smoke anything, though.
2) Joining the Peace Corps
3) Putting down two of my wonderful cats, one from old age/stroke, the other from cancer.
2 come to mind.
Our lab, who was about 12 years old. He developed kidney problems and we kept taking him to the vet avoiding the thought that we would gave to put him down.
Finally, the vet told us, the best thing for him. Was either very costly surgery and might create him more discomfort or put him to sleep. And the bad thing was, he wasn't supposed to be part of the family, from my view when we got him.
He protected momma from coyotes, coons and possums on several occasions. He became my buddy and momma's baby.
I could leave a piece of venison jerky on his paw for hours and he wouldn't touch it for hours. He'd drool all over, but he wouldn't touch it until you said ok.
The other animal that was tough on us, was our 30 lb Siamese. He killed possums, rats, moles, coons and chased off anything that entered our yard, along with the lab. They were a team. They slept next to each other, played together and grew up together. After the lab went down, he went downhill fast and one day, he crawled into the cubby of my desk and refuse to come out for 3 days.
The vet told us that he was sick and had hung on for the lab.
2 of the best animals we'd ever had having to be put down with in months, was tough. Both urns sit side by side now.
Normally, I'm not a feeling type of person, but even 10 years later, I still miss those 2 dopeys crashing thru the house.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
Turns out with info gathered after, it was long over due.