bouncer
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I'm not sure if I worded the title correctly, however here's what I mean.
A few year's ago I was second jobing doing deliveries (driving) after work. I was always pushed for time and having to drive like crazy. Then one evening a little girl ran out in front of my car causing my to brake hard. By a miracle I missed her, however the first thought in my mind was that she looked just like my daughter !, then that night I had a dream I was driving down a particular road and my daughter ran out and I knocked her down. I was so badly shaken by the dream I gave up the job that night and went back to bouncing as my second job.
The last night in work I had a fight with a guy inside which followed out onto the street. When I got him down I held him with my knee on his shoulder, my left hand holding his hair and I was about to punch him out with a few right when suddenly I 'seen' (or imagined) my son Kevin lying there !. I got up and walked away, he of course followed me back to the door. But I only asked the other doorman to sort him and I walked back inside.
But I was still shaken from the thought of my son Kevin. And considered for a while in throwing in the towel !.
Maybe some of you married guys here with children can understand and explain this shite. Am I going soft ?, getting old (35) ? or learning some sense ?.
Regards
Bouncer
A few year's ago I was second jobing doing deliveries (driving) after work. I was always pushed for time and having to drive like crazy. Then one evening a little girl ran out in front of my car causing my to brake hard. By a miracle I missed her, however the first thought in my mind was that she looked just like my daughter !, then that night I had a dream I was driving down a particular road and my daughter ran out and I knocked her down. I was so badly shaken by the dream I gave up the job that night and went back to bouncing as my second job.
The last night in work I had a fight with a guy inside which followed out onto the street. When I got him down I held him with my knee on his shoulder, my left hand holding his hair and I was about to punch him out with a few right when suddenly I 'seen' (or imagined) my son Kevin lying there !. I got up and walked away, he of course followed me back to the door. But I only asked the other doorman to sort him and I walked back inside.
But I was still shaken from the thought of my son Kevin. And considered for a while in throwing in the towel !.
Maybe some of you married guys here with children can understand and explain this shite. Am I going soft ?, getting old (35) ? or learning some sense ?.
Regards
Bouncer

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