“You're back on your feet…”
Dateline: West Point Lake, GA
Red hair and freckles,
he weighs almost nothing.
From the side, his backpack is twice as thick as his frame.
And yet, this 20-year-old child, is the strongest person I have met in a long time.
His name is Mike Jacobs.
With red hair and freckles, green eyes and white smile, he looked into my old tired blue and red eyes and told me, “I’m pretty content, with my life.”
“…with my life…”
Five words that slammed around inside my head.
Red hair and freckles.
Green eyes and white smile.
And a rare form of cancer that may take his life.
“…knock the dust from your jeans…”
All around us, as I sit and talk to Mike, all around us anglers are talking about a rough day on the water, as Mike tells me about his even rougher days on land.
“I have Signet Ring Cell Adenocarcinoma Colon Cancer.”
“When was that.”
I don’t look up into the green eyes and freckles, I’m trying to stretch out writing “Last Thanksgiving” until I can compose myself.
“By the time they did surgery, it had spread to my stomach; they said I had stage 3 cancer.”
I don’t write that.
“They took out 2 feet of my colon.”
I just look up at him. To be honest I have no idea what to say, no questions to ask. I have just met the kid and I just want to hug him…