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At the risk of sounding like an over-priced self-improvement guru, I’ve got to nail home to the CF community and the world that CF is no longer the disease it once was. I will not be held back from any of my dreams other than beating John Elway in a quarterback contest and being an ace fighter pilot. I’ll let those to pass by on account of my size, anyway.
I’ve done a lot of surfing today to find new CFer blogs to add to my new color-coded blogroll. I found a lot of happy-go-lucky attitudes. I found a lot of misery. I found a lot of despair.
What I found the most of all was hope.
Hope of a better life than our collective CFer parents were told when we were born. I want you to watch this. All of it. This is your life, too.
When I graduated from high school, I didn’t know what I wanted to do or who I wanted to be. Looking back 13 years later, I can’t help but wonder how much of my subconscious didn’t think I’d be around. I know I wasn’t expected to live to be 18 and that family was surprised when 30 hit the birthday cake. I want to be sure that anyone who is 18 now has full expectations of being whatever they want within their physical limitations.
I’ve had some very physical jobs in my day, as you can guess from the opening photo, but there were still things that were out of my reach, but there is no reason why each and every one of us can’t be an author, motivational speaker, or inventor. There are hundreds of non-impact, sit on your butt careers out there, and I’ve taken one and I’m running to the end zone faster than Forrest Gump.
I will personally thump anyone on the head or take out the back of the knees of anyone who feels sorry for me for having CF. That’s my right to feel down when I want to feel down, not yours. Take a pity day per year to clear your system. Take one per month, if you must, but move on with your life the next morning.
Fatboy, you’ve got an attitude!
You’re darn right, I’ve got an attitude, and a few choice words stronger, too! How do you think I fended off hundreds of infections? By rolling over and letting nature take its course?! I will race you up that hill, kick your butt doing it, and then post-trash talk the whole way down after I catch my breath. That’s how Fatboy rolls and that’s how he’s always rolled. Five years of baseball, a year of football, a year of track, five years of band (including bass drum 5 miles for the Detroit Thanksgiving Day Parade and countless practices from minus 10 to 120 degrees), five years of choir that included a Superior rating at State, collegiate intermural flag football, and city league softball and indoor soccer.
Fatboy is not a victim. He is a conquerer. He is a caged animal that is ready to come out and run like the old days. Beautiful misses those pythons and strong hands in that first photo when I was throwing 40lb concrete cylinders around like Legos, anyway. 
Go forth and do the same. I can’t wait to see how these girls do on America’s got Talent. I’ve never watched the show, but I will be now.
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CF Fatboy is a small business owner flourishing in Tampa, FL. He and Beautiful have been married for 5 years and are doing everything they can to ensure they have a long life together.
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