One of the things that I was told a long time ago was that in our lives, we all play the role of the hero. Regardless of how we turn out, we are the main characters in our lives. One of the things I did in my life was putting others first. When we were younger, I was there for my friend, Matt. There were many times I had to back him up just because he was just a smooth talker. I'm not saying that Matt couldn't fend for himself. He was always very fit and could stand up for himself. It was just that many of his foes were not honorable enough to come into a situation by themselves.
Missy, my late wife, was the focus of my life for years. I worked my keister off to make sure she was taken care of. She was massively supportive of my drive, especially when Matt came by to discuss his idea for our company. It was this drive that had the side effect that she neglected to tell me about her cancer until it was almost too late. Sadly, she wasn't responsive to the chemo. I lost her soon after.
Marcie became the most important part of my story when she started checking on me while her husband was in his final weeks. Every day while she was with him, she would take time to come to my house next door and check on me while I grieved. It was during the month after I lost Missy that she lost her husband, Mitch. There was a period after where we backed each other up before the events I wrote in the first story about us.
Since then, we've accomplished many things together. Besides our relationship, where we'll be celebrating our second wedding anniversary soon, we have also helped my assistant with her nuptials as well as some of the party ideas Matt has come up with. Even with my accident while walking along a trail, we have accomplished so much together.
What amazes me about Marcie though is that she is so driven. When one puts a goal in front of my little hottie, she has a difficult time stopping until it is finished. When Aubrey, my assistant, talked about redecorating, Marcie was there. There were even moments she would persuade me to help although I was clueless about what to do. Marcie was also my main cheerleader and advocate during my injury. I have mentioned these in previous stories, but she still impresses me when she does.
There was this one time where she wanted to paint our guest room. Full disclosure, I was never a good painter. I remember trying to offer Marcie that we could have a professional do it, but she was having none of it. I then remembered driving with her to the local paint store. As we were looking at color swatches, a couple of the employees were trying to get my attention. It was when Marcie pointed to a color that one stepped up.
"Is that the color you'd like?" he asked.
I noticed he was looking at me before Marcie spoke up.
"I would. How many gallons do you think we'd need?"
"Ma'am, that depends on the dimensions of the area you are painting."
