Training Day
Perhaps it was the losing of his sight or maybe wanting to keep his knowledge from being lost, but either way, Peter seemed to enjoy me, his one student, to whom he could pass along all that he knew. There’d been others who had come to train but none lasted more than a few weeks. The harsh conditions were too much for all the others.
Nearly exhausted, hands on my knees, I stopped to take in one deep breath, but the stench (from the local pig farm) was overpowering, driving me to my knees … .
“Barton, why did you stop,” asked Peter.
“Because I’m tired, and my legs ache!”
By the two-year mark, I had lost 50 pounds and had been taken to the hospital twice for…
