On Face Book last week I posted this; “Duct tape is like ‘The Force’. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds our universe together.” I thought about it, and realized how true that statement was.
Now this article has nothing to do with the product that we all know and depend on, that wonderful stuff called Duct Tape, albeit my wife calls it “Duck Tape” but I’ve heard many Americans call it the same thing. But it’s my wife Maria Adobo Thompson (Mayang) who is the Duct Tape in my life. Or as I also posted; “The Wing-nut that holds society together”.
The reason I say this is because before I met her I was a happy bachelor zooming around the world having fun. With the attitude, “I was married for a few years in my early 20’s, and it was no fun.” Things and attitudes can change at the drop of a hat, when presented with the proper motivation. And Mayang was and still is my proper motivation.
How’d we meet? I had just gotten paid off a Merchant Ship in Japan, I was looking at two months vacation and no plan, but with 6 months pay available, I banked 60% of it, and the rest was in my pocket (Along with a few Credit Cards and 3 ATM cards just in case) While waiting in a hotel room at the Tokyo Airport, I checked my e-mail, and an old shipmate invited me to visit in Olongapo City for a few days, I called the desk and asked them to book me the next flight to the Philippines. I was thinking about Costa Rica, but hey, if the RP gets boring, the airport was still working and I’ll just fly.
I dropped by my friend’s house and met his wife Susan, and while having a few beers on his patio, a lady brought out two more cold SMB’s, I later found out she was his sister-in-law named Mayang. I was smitten!
Well in all the time that’s passed since that day and today, is where I learned an important lesson. This lady is special, and I told myself that she was the reason I wanted to be a different man or a better man. She became the duct tape in my life.
I’d observe the way the way she’d accomplish things, and they were the total opposite of the way I would have done it, and yet for some reason, I said nothing, and did nothing to interfere, as it always came out right. A few years later I found out by accident, just how smart I’d been. She took control of the building of our new house at the time, and brought it in under budget and the way “SHE” wanted it to be. Again I kept my mouth shut, and was most pleasantly surprised.
So since that fateful meeting at my friend’s house, there was a new Paul, that had replaced the old one. I still went back out on ships, but acted in a new way. I still liked to go out with the crew and have a few cocktails, but my running the street days had ceased. Had I not received that e-mail that day in Japan, I shudder to think where I’d be today. But wherever it might have been, I know I’d regret never having met my Mayang, my wing-nut, or that wonderful roll of duct tape that has given’ me the great life I have today. (She’s never duct taped my Beer Ref. closed!)
Watching our two girls grow up, and living the lives they choose for themselves. Each still protected by that roll of duct tape, that the three of us love. I hope that everyone finds their own duct tape in their life. It sure is fun to have. My wife might have me wrapped in duct tape, but I don’t want a pair of scissors anytime soon.
Viva the Philippine’s, and thank this country for my wife! (I promise something funny next week, as I know something odd will befall me by then) Remember Saint Valentine’s Day is a short time away, do not give your special lady duct tape, flowers are just fine.