YOU CANT HANDLE MAKIN A MILLI?

I caught this story yesterday about Michael Beasley. Its just pisses me off. You get this opportunity and you want to do drugs and you think life is so hard. Someone tell this damn kid he has an opportunity of a lifetime. Someone tell Mike Vick or Plexico to call this kid. He put out a message "life is not worth living." Are you kidding me! I'm so sick of this poor me bullshit from people!

Beasley is 20 years old, was taken high in the NBA draft two years ago. He made $4.2 million last season. And his salary will keep going up. What is there to be depressed about? You get anything you want. You play basketball nine months out of the year. Your very young and have a huge career ahead of you. You feel the need to check yourself into rehab, because you have a drug problem? That's fine. You and Lindsay can kick it. Just get better and don't whine about it.But then a tweet surfaces that says you dont feel like living. Its people like Beasley that really bug me. They say, "Life is to tough for me so I should end my life." "Why does the bad shit always happen to me?" COME ON!!! You sound like this girl I use to date! In the words of JD your a squallywag! Oh and let me give you a WAAHHHHH courtesy of Artie Lange and my boy Josh. You make millions! Grow up!

Get it together man. You have millions of dollars in the bank and you act like your on a team where the franchise is counting on you to win championships. I pretty sure they have Dwade for that. I don't hear him crying about how hard it is. I think you are just being a baby and need something to blame your problems on. Like I said grow up. I'm sick of these people in general, its not just athletes that think life is so bad either. You people who need to go out and party all night get wasted because life is so tough. PLEASE! Then you drive home endangering people who actually want to live. You all made your own bed. You choose your own path. Its nobodies fault but your own. You latch on to the wrong people and shut the right people out! You have no one to blame.

Now, Beasley wants to end his life. There has to be more to this, but I will always say life is never that bad to take your own. Your not going to get too much sympathy in this situation, one, because you make so much money, two you are 20 years old and play a professional sport.

I understand there are pressures. Try having a family and making your two week pay check in one year. My good friend does it and I never hear him complain. Shoot! I even complain and look like an idiot sometimes and I make way more then he does. Its going to get you nothing but a label of complainer. Your not going to want that label. I know you get everything handed to you and its hard to say no to people with there hand out but look where that got VICK.

In these athletes lives most come from tough back grounds, but you have to understand that when you have this opportunity you need to hold on to it. I think its all about who you surround yourself with. You can have the worst spouse, or the worst kids, or the worst parents but its your choice to be around negative people. If your dad was a dead beat, wouldn't you want to be better? If your sisters kids are horrible, wouldn't you want to teach your kids better? If your spouse was cheating, beating and didn't care, its your fault you keep going back. You make your own decisions. I'm sitting here writing this and these athletes and people who don't have bad lives but think their world is crashing around them. Try this you fuck'n Babies!

My good friend sitting two rows away from me at work is dealing with a major illness in his family. He comes to work every day with a smile on his face. Shoot! I cant even do that sometimes and I only have myself to think about. Makes you wonder. When you think you have it tough someone has it worse. I'm so sick of these people, whether its at work, on TV, or in sports. Get over it! I have to tell myself that sometimes. Life ain't that bad. Sure we have bumps in the road. Everyone does! You learn from it. It makes you stronger. Crying about it, or saying poor me, isn't going to help.

I think my boy should tell you his story. Maybe that will make guys like MIKE BEASLEY think about what they actually have!

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take it away buddy....

MY GREEN DAY FROM CANCER

With the last year of our life feeling like hell. Progression to stage IV cancer. Not sure what to feel, what to do. Looking under every rock, for what? A cure? Maybe just motivation or maybe just a distraction.


Now I’m told that I’m going to be a father, again. Wow! How amazing. It’s a girl. I’m going to have another little girl, how great is that! Things go great, of course they do. Katie is my wife the mother of my children. She is so strong and always makes the best decisions. My late mother looks down on her everyday. My mother, who of course was perfect, is taking notes on how well Katie operates. Here I am 30 years old, now with two beautiful little girls and an amazing wife, what an amazing life.

Then shortly after the baby came, Katie came to me and said she had a lump!

“A what,” I said. “You have a lump, that can’t be good?”

“No, I’m sure it ok.” She told me.

I know the baby is only weeks old, it must have something to do with that. Yeah I know we had a cancer scare a couple years ago, but they told us it was ok and we got to it early. They took some limp nodes out at that time to see if the cancer spread. The doctors tested them, and they told us we got it early. We were good. I thought to myself we need to get these check out.

“Okay Katie, you’re right let’s go get that lump checked, just to be safe,” I said to her.

I got a call from Katie at work. That went like this…

“THEY WHAT,” I said. “No! That doesn’t make sense, this can’t be true, and I’m coming home!”

That was some call, I was over an hour away from my wife and she is alone. I wasn’t able to breathe, how am I going to drive? How is she breathing without me? Dam it Ben! I tell myself, get in your car and drive home, she needs you. Wow! What a drive home with everything running through my head.

It was Cancer! Cancer in her limp node.

Hold on they (doctors) told us, two years ago that as long as it doesn’t spread to the limp nodes we would be ok! Now it’s in her limp nodes? Thought to myself this cant be good. This is what I’m saying in my head. Sorry, I got side tracked, my plan was not to give you a play-by-play just felt I needed to give you some background about this.

Here is the deal. My wife is beautiful. She grew up on the west coast, where she was subjected to sun and sunburns. Now, my wife as of last month has melanoma cancer that has spread to her lungs. Four surgeries, one clinical trial and many doctor visits later. We are still looking under every rock for what? The WHAT, was about to come.

We get a call from the Cancer Treatment Centers of America to tell us they have two tickets to a concert,

“How cool!” I said.

After all the bullshit I just told you, something great happens. Although it was on short notice and we had to scramble to find a baby sitter, but they asked us if we would like to go.

“Well,” I said turning to Katie and asked, “you just had half your lung removed within the last four five weeks, what do you think?” She said, “I’ll go.”

“Bad ass,” I said.

But I had second thoughts about her going out after what she has been through. We haven’t been out of the house except to see the doctor.

“You know you still have the infection from the surgery,” I said.

“Yeah, Yeah, Ben I know,” she said sarcastically.

We both thought when was the last time we actually did something? What most don’t realize that when someone is fighting cancer it’s a hurdle to do anything, even something that could be fun? And that is what we did.

What I saw next is hard to put into words, but I will try!

They gave us a suite above the rest. We could see it all. We saw teenagers with LIFE, I mean full of LIFE. They are watching their idols on stage full of life, living the dream. Not just seeing it, this fucking guy was letting them on stage, letting them sing.

Four weeks ago, I was starring at my wife in a hospital with tubes and any other kind of devices attached to her imaginable, just helping her to breathe. I’m a grown man holding back tears, why? I’m a 30-yr old man and I’m trying not to cry. I just kept looking, thinking about my wife, what was going on?

I wanted to know. What is my wife thinking? Is she having fun? Is she in pain? What was going on was we finally had LIFE! We had 30,000 puck rockers full of life with us.

I spent half my time watching this great performer and trying to put it into context for my wife. Does she think this is her last concert? Or one of many to come? No one can be sure but the only thing this concert did was give us hope and hope is all we have to LIVE. I can’t speak for my wife, but those smiles on her face showed me everything I needed, to know.

This was one of the best concerts of my life and I got to share the great experience with my wife. It gave us the inspiration to fight this tough battle and that someone like Greenday can give us hope to LIVE everyday like it’s our last.

Thank you Greenday. Thank you Cancer Treatment Centers of America, thank you for giving me my “GREENDAY” from cancer.

Sincerely,
Benji Ostrovsky