The Old Man and the See

Michael Daigle

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• Biography
• Old man
• Autobiography
• Mike

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669875284
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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THE OLD MAN AND THE SEE
A biography by Mike, inspired by Lizzie
Michael Daigle

 
Copyright © 2023 by Michael Daigle.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023908121
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-7524-6

Softcover
978-1-6698-7527-7

eBook
978-1-6698-7528-4
 
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Rev. date: 04/29/2023
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgment
Foreword
 
Chapter 1 The Vision
Chapter 2 Growing Up
Chapter 3 Traditions
Chapter 4 Transformation
Chapter 5 Live and Learn
Chapter 6 The Thinker
Chapter 7 Lessons Learned
Chapter 8 Life Goes On
Chapter 9 Thoughts About High School
Chapter 10 Military Basic Training
Chapter 11 Preparing for War
Chapter 12 Vietnam
Chapter 13 Lots to Think About
Chapter 14 Living Outside Your Box
Chapter 15 Mature at 21
Chapter 16 Cajun Livin and Lovin
Chapter 17 From Radio to TV, and Fire On The Ocean
Chapter 18 From Top to Bottom
Chapter 19 The Mental Transition
Chapter 20 Sunny South Florida
Chapter 21 Slippery Slopes to Level Ground
Chapter 22 Big Turning point
Chapter 23 Growth Mental, Physical, Spiritual
Chapter 24 The Veil Is Lifted
Chapter 25 A Parent’s Worst Nightmare, and Healing
Chapter 26 Open Mind, Open Heart
Chapter 27 We Are Consciousness
Chapter 28 Wrap It Up
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
I have been blessed along my journey. I have climbed a few mountains and recovered in a few shadowed valleys. I have witnessed life, death, and much in between. But I have made a soft landing after three quarters of a century.
Hoping to have no regrets when I transition, there is a lot of kindness, compassion, and love still to come.
Thankfully, I will not leave thinking, “I should have spent more time at the office”!
After raising seven kids, and having them raise me, I have been gifted with fourteen amazing grandchildren. In the last few years I have had the time and insights to understand my life has been one of contrasts, learning, living, and loving.
I am still mentally and physically in the game. Put me in coach! My wife, Susan, might roll her eyes at this one!
Thanks to everyone, especially my family, who supported my efforts to express my personal perspective on life, how to live it, and what comes next.
I hope you enjoy, “The Old Man and The See”!
FOREWORD
At my high school, we have the opportunity to do a semester-long project about anything of our choosing. The idea is that the project would give us the freedom to take the initiative over what we want to learn about and still get college credit for it. I immediately knew that I wanted to write a book.
I mentioned the plan to write a book to my mother, and she told me that her father, my Papa, had voiced that he wanted to write a biography at some point. In my opinion, Papa is one of the most interesting people I have ever met, so it was a no-brainer that I should ask him if he wanted to write a book. Without considering the beast I was about to unleash, I texted Papa. I was delighted when I got the text back saying that he loved the idea. After many warnings that he did not live a “PG” life (and me reassuring him that I’m not living one either), he began writing.
I assumed that this process would take months, if not, years. No more than two weeks later, Papa emailed me a document that already had 31 pages. Within two months, he sent me an email with the finished book. My first time reading it felt like reading gospel. The level of detail and strong narrative in his writing made me feel like I was watching a movie. This insight into my grandpa’s life fascinated me to no end.
Here’s the thing: Papa and I started getting close when I was about twelve or thirteen. Once he realized that I saw life in a similar way to him, he took me under his wing. We bonded over the fact that we both felt the need to grow up at a young age and we had the same crass sense of humor that drove our relatives crazy.
During the following years, Papa taught me many important things, like how to bark like a dog and ‘properly’ pour wine. We also had many heart-to-heart conversations about the things we were struggling with in our lives at the time. It is nice to know that I always have someone in my corner with Papa. He has an enviable way with words that always convey his messages to me clearly. My face never fails to light up when I see a text from him pop up on my screen, even more so when the text ends up being a ridiculously long paragraph about mindfulness and meditation. I swear, Papa and I could lead meditations together. Or have a podcast. However, the podcast would have to be rated ‘R’ for ‘really inappropriate and is probably not suitable for any demographic that has a weak stomach’.
All jokes aside, I love my Papa and I am so proud of him for going along with my crazy idea and making my dream a reality in a better way than I could have imagined. Papa, you are my inspiration for how I want to live my life and love those around me. Thank you. I love you.


CHAPTER ONE
The Vision

Old Man and the Sea
I wake up in the morning and look over my toes. I see the Atlantic Ocean in all its splendor. I see the sun coming up, gently pushing the colors over the water. Surely, I must have died and gone to heaven. I move slowly, savoring each moment, being careful to never take it for granted. The world is very quiet. It gives me pause to reflect on the writing, “Enjoying a good cup of tea” by Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist Monk.
“You must completely be awake in the present to enjoy the tea. Only in the awareness of the present can your hands feel the pleasant warmth of the cup. Only in the present can you savor the aroma, taste the sweetness, appreciate the delicacy. If you are ruminating about the past or worrying about the future, you will completely miss the experience of enjoying the cup of tea. You will look down and the tea will be gone. Life is like that. If you are not fully in the present, you will look around and it will be gone. You will have missed the feel, the aroma, the delicacy and beauty of life. The past is finished. Learn from it and let it go. The future is not even here yet. Plan for it, but do not waste your time worrying about it. Worrying is worthless. When you stop ruminating about what has happened, when you stop worrying about what might never happen, then you will be in the present moment. Then you will begin to experience joy in life.” I have also learned that by age 7, you have been pretty much programmed for life. As an infant you are receiving vibrations from your parents and as you grow, you watch, listen, and learn from your parents. By age 7 your life is well programmed. I read a statement recently, “Show me the first seven years and I will show you the man”.
Well, it took me three quarters of a century to understand this experience, and things are in order, but where did it all begin? I hit the ground crying January 21, 1947, a 9.1 lb. Cajun baby. My dad and mom, Bert Daigle and Ruth Lejeune, lived in a small home in downtown Iota, population 400, if the census were taken on a Sunday afternoon when everyone was visiting. It was a modest two-bedroom home on a nice corner lot with a large oak tree. Two sides of the house were gravel roads.
One of my first jobs as a little tyke was to spray the gravel roads with the hose to help with the dust that cars stirred up. Only Main Street had a paved road. We were not rich but were in the upper end of living standards in town. Dad was part owner and manager of a John Deere dealership. Mom would send me off with him when he visited his farm customers in the rice fields. We ate rice for lunch and dinner most nights. I spent a lot of time with Dad making his sales and service calls.
I also spent a lot of time at the library. Mom would drop my sister Sandra and I off once a week and I would return a book or two and check out a couple of more. I read a lot of books, especially in the summertime when school was out. Most of the books I liked were outdoor adventures, stories of the pioneers, the Indians, or men like Davy Crockett. I dreamed about living in those days of our founding fathers and wanted to grow up and be a forest ranger.
Our best entertainment was Iota’s movie theater and the portable skating rink. Yes, we actually had a movie theater that opened on weekends. A ticket was .50 cents. Our home was only a block from main street, so we always walked to the theater, many times barefoot. One Sunday I was running across main street to the theater and fell on the asphalt. I managed to tear off the toenail of my second toe, left foot. Today, I still have no toenail on that toe, but I did make it to the movie. The skating rink was another awe inspired event. Looking back, it was a sad, rundown, rink, but in those days it was the cat’s meow to us. I can only remember good times, going round and round and round, the por