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Who is Chris Maxcer?
I’m a guy.
I’ve had it easy. I’ve had it hard.
For me, the shit hit the fan well before the recession, and I’ve been cleaning up the mess for years. As a learning experience, getting bitch slapped left and right helps reduce fear. Yeah, it hurts. But what are you gonna do? Flinch?
The bottom line is, you’re damn lucky. I know I am. I can count at least a dozen mishaps over the course of my life that have been inches away from killing me or rendering me disabled. Falls from cliffs, death by culverts, narrowly missed car wrecks, a .223 misfire, trees, bears, white water. And yet, I’m still standing, still playing basketball, still taking painkillers no more powerful than Ibuprofen.
I’m not stuck in a rocky, barren country that fosters evil, fear, anger, futility, and pointless death. I’m lucky.
Sure, I’ve made mistakes and missed major, life-altering opportunities. But I’d never go back to change it. Why? I look around. I see the people who are important to me. I see my luck. Would I trade my debt and lawn without a fence for a bank account full of big numbers and a condo on the beach?
No freakin’ way. Too risky. Different roads lead to different destinations. Who knows what kind of highway pileup could have changed everything. The woman you would not have met. Look into the eyes of your loved ones. You can find joy there if you look, if you make it. Raw. Pure. Joy. Finding that, protecting that — that’s part of being a man, too. That’s part of our job description. And damn, the job description is a long one, by the way. Being a man is hard, constant work. Like most jobs, though, you can get better at it, make it easier, funner, more rewarding.
What I do know is, _constant forward effort_ will take you places. A man can only hunker down for so long. You gotta get on it.
So that’s what I’m doing. And this is who I am, and a hint of who I want to be.
Come along.
–Chris Maxcer

Who is Chris Maxcer?

ChrisMaxcer-200x220I’m a guy.

I’ve had it easy. I’ve had it hard.

For me, the shit hit the fan well before the recession, and I’ve been cleaning up the mess for years. As a learning experience, getting bitch slapped left and right helps reduce fear. Yeah, it hurts. But what are you gonna do? Flinch?

The bottom line is, you’re damn lucky. I know I am. I can count at least a dozen mishaps over the course of my life that have been inches away from killing me or rendering me disabled. Falls from cliffs, death by culverts, narrowly missed car wrecks, a .223 misfire, trees, bears, white water. And yet, I’m still standing, still playing basketball, still taking painkillers no more powerful than ibuprofen.

I’m not stuck in a rocky, barren country that fosters evil, fear, anger, futility, and pointless death.

I’m lucky.

Odds are, you’re lucky too.

Sure, I’ve made mistakes and missed major, life-altering opportunities. But I’d never go back to change anything. Why? I look around. I see the people who are important to me. I see my luck. Would I trade my debt and lawn without a fence for a bank account full of big numbers and a condo on the beach?

No freakin’ way. Too risky. Different roads lead to different destinations. Who knows what kind of highway pileup could have changed everything. The woman you would not have met. Look into the eyes of your loved ones. You can find joy there if you look, if you make it. Raw. Pure. Joy. Finding that, protecting that — that’s part of being a man. That’s part of our job description. And damn, the job description is a long one, by the way. Being a man is hard, constant work. Like most jobs, though, you can get better at it, make it easier, funner, more rewarding.

I do know this: constant forward effort will take you places. A man can only hunker down for so long. You gotta get on it.

So that’s what I’m doing. And this is who I am, and a hint of who I want to be.

Come along.

–Chris Maxcer

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