If you haven’t had a TBI from an IED while serving God and country, don’t even ask why it would be therapeutic recreation to teach an ultra-naive Catholic priest how to hit a target at far away sniper distances (with a lot of luck, perfect conditions, lots of patience and determination to enjoy the hilarity of it all). My friend said that he would step it back from the crazy distances as we worked through ammo, but only with ever diminishing targets, down to playing-card size, you know, so I could have a souvenir.
This guy’s not a sniper. Such over the top skill sets constituted just one box of many dozens he had to check off to attain his real occupation in the military. He’s the best of the best of the best.
And he has made miraculous progress with his TBI. He was so very far gone. For so very, very long. The Veterans Administration did him good. Thank God.
In the past, he’s been one of out top operators who taught me how to shoot a pistol. Now he wants to have some more fun with me, you know, because it’s kind of hilarious to teach a naive priest over-the-top skill sets. :-) You can’t know how much respect I have for this guy. He’s been down to North Carolina now a couple of times. This time, I will be making 1,200 miles up North to get to his ginormous prairie range. But that trip will double and triple for other visits.
The least I could do is special order a box of Creedmoor 6.5., pictured above, which came in just the other day. He shoots out of a setup just like this…
Just guessing, but methinks that part of the TBI therapy part must be getting outside and doing a zillion calculations in your head all at once about heat, humidity, distance, trajectories, wind, breathing, heartbeats. This guy has the more patience than most people in the world put together. That means that the frustrating moments of teaching the likes of me immediately turns into hilarity. And hilarity is great therapy for what ails you.
Writing this in convalescence of pneumonia is a good distraction for me. The doctor says that a couple of things a day while on the mend helps the mending.
Oh. Almost forgot. Saint Paul.
- “To the weak I became weak, to win over the weak. I have become all things to all, to save at least some. All this I do for the sake of the gospel, so that I too may have a share in it.” (1 Corinthians 9:22-23)
Oh. Almost forgot. Plot twist alert just in case people were asleep reading all this:
- Don’t you think it might be my sniper friend who is the one who has become weak to win over the weak, coming the closest I’ve seen anyone come close to laying down his life for his friends, the greatest love of all, so that, for instance, I myself might be the priest for Jesus’ Little Flock, bringing people into the life of the Sacraments?
The least I can do amidst all this valor of his is to offer him a moment of hilarity. It’s hilarious for me too. His laughter allows me the therapy of laughter, which is all the more hilarious for him.
So, I get it, probably the DOJ and BATFE will entitle me an extremist for having a picture of a gun and a picture of ammo in this post, and – ooooh! – because I mentioned the military, but to all that imbecilic idiocy of our deepening deep state self-entitled anti-American snowflakes, I say, take a breath, lean back, and laugh!