submitted by Teddy Bear
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| Mick |
After years together, the “love of his life” went their separate ways. It was buried inside and became this big, deep hole of ache. His grief became a burden, an anchor. Second Life became a constant reminder of his loving memories together. Out of frustrations, out of desperation, out of disappointments, out of pain and the vicissitudes of his second life, he was concluding that his virtual world was not worth living.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life goes on. We’re built to move on.
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| Mick Training Teddy on C-3 |
“Are you the Surfing instructor”
The old surfer looked at his new student and grumbled, “Barbie Dolls Can’t Surf”
“I want to learn to be a surfer”
“Surfing is not a beauty pageant, it’s art. Using your surfboard to paint to the Wave”, he barked.
Training his new prodigy rekindled the emotions of why he fell in love with surfing in the first place. Fun waves, warm sunshine, good company – isn’t that what surfing is all about?
Suddenly, he got his stoke back…
In his new enlightened state, the pioneer, with a tremendous amount of pride, began to pass on the history to the younger generation of surfers.
On the shore, the “Lombardi of surfing coaches” instructs his student:
“What in the Hell is going on out there?”
“Paint that wave like Rembrandt! You look more like Picasso during his crazy period”
“Will you quit your spinning! Right now, I could be at strip club putting lindens in G-strings”
Captain of the most dysfunctional team is SLSA, the surfing legend has weathered his team through nuclear war, terrorist attacks, and two hurricanes. He is riding the best he has in years; with incredible style.
This month’s SLSA competition, Team Surf Crazy HP Pro at Solace, is a tribute to the “Old Man of the Sea”
[Editor’s Note: This is a somewhat fictionalized account of real events in Second Life. Some names have been withheld to protect the innocent. Well, maybe not so innocent.]
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