I now have glasses that corrects my seeing 2 instead of 1 red dot, and eliminates the ghosting of cross hairs. The astigmatism in my dominate eye changed dramatically. Unfortunately I've not had the opportunity to hit the range since. I still want to tune the barrel of the cut down Ishapore, recheck the grouping from the K31, and try different loadings through the newly converted 6.5 Grendal.
But that's only part of why this post.
A former coworker and shooting buddy sent me the following. It touched my heart.
I’ve been meaning to say something to you for a long time, and I’m finally at a place where I can say it straight (read sober)..
When we worked together, you spent a lot of time trying to teach me things I didn’t really understand back then. I was drawing pictures, getting things done, but I didn’t fully grasp what you were showing me. You were patient with me anyway, and you gave me more of your time and trust than I probably deserved at the time.
Somewhere along the way, years later, it finally clicked. I could actually see what you had been trying to teach me. Not just how to draw something, but how it works, how it holds together, how one thing affects another. Once I saw it, it changed the way I think. One day I saw an image in my mind, yep, tolerance stack ups…”well, I’ll be damned, is it really that easy”?
I wrote something a while back, and I realized recently that a lot of it came from what you tried to teach me. I’m including it here. It’s my way of saying—I got it. It just took me a while.
There’s also something else I need to say. I didn’t treat you the way I should have. You stuck your neck out for me, and I showed up in a way that made you look bad. And the last time we spoke, I was out of line. That’s on me.
The truth is, you were a better friend to me than I was to you, and I wanted you to know that.
I don’t expect anything from you. I just needed to say it, and to thank you for what you gave me. It mattered more than I ever let on.