When I walk through a store, or anywhere else, I’m always saying “Hi!” or “Hello!” or “Hey!” with a friendly nod of the head as I pass people with whom I’ve had obvious eye contact. I want to set them at ease if I can. I know they mean no offense, they’re just startled, or awestruck, or amazed at how there can be a person who is so much taller and larger than everyone else. I know some people find it disturbing, and some even frightened by my size, which is a shame because I’m just a person like anyone else. I’m just a dude named Timothy. How can you be afraid of a Timmy? (haha) I know there are people who use the word “freak” in regards to me. There have been bar fights between a person(or two) who have referred to me as a freak and other persons coming to my defense. I try to humorously describe myself as having “Non-celebrity Celebrity Status.” I’m not a movie, or TV star, not a pro-athlete, but I draw similar attention from the general public, including people taking my picture. Some people assume I’m a pro-basketball player.
I carried my buddy, Mike, on my back, Hodor style, when he got hurt falling over a hillside when we were hiking through woods. His worse injury was his lower leg and ankle, and we determined the easiest, quickest, way to get him the 1.5 miles home was for me to carry him like that while our buddy, Rich, carried our stuff. (His ankle was only sprained.)
If I seem down it’s because it’s so wearisome that I can’t go anywhere, do anything without everyone in public gasping and remarking, “Oh My G-d, Look how tall that guy is!?” - “Holy Sh-t! How tall is that guy!?” - “Jes-s Chr-st, Look at the size of that guy!?” and etc. I hear a lot of foul language like that. (haha) Then there is the questions, but at least those people are talking to me.
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