Before I broke my hand, I signed on to supervise tonight’s school dance. This was before the broken hand, before the broken spirit (thank you kindly frosty workplace, as yesterday’s slips of the tongue revealed), before the broken heart, before the broken sleep last night (and many more before that night), before the broken pain threshold (fucking hurts in the bones). I wanted to bail. I thought all afternoon about an out, about sixty-two outs.
And then, I thought about a model. I thought about WWGD = What Would Gibbs Do. He would keep his word. Ultimately, I want to keep my word.
As has been made clear throughout this chronicle, there is a code by which I live. These rules are fundamental parts of the ME version of me. The best models, I have taken pieces of them. The best ideas, I have developed elements from them. The me version of me is a mosaic of these all. Specific to this character though, these are the Gibbs-ean pieces of me:
Rule 1: Never screw over your partner.
Be the best of you, not the worst of them. Treat others as you wish to be treated. The Golden Rule.
Rule 3: Never be unreachable.
The code of the Don. It’s why I sleep with my phone beside my pillow.
Rule 4: The best way to keep a secret? Keep it to yourself. Second best? Tell one other person – if you must. There is no third best.
I know my one. I love my wife, my best friend, my confidant.
Rule 5: You don’t waste good.
Give your all, give your best. Do all the good you possible can do. Bring the love and care as best you can. Be 100% in. You do risk getting hurt, but the other way, you will waste good, waste life.
Rule 8: Never take anything for granted.
Rule 10: Never get personally involved in a case.
Rule 12: Never date a co-worker.
Ok, broke those two – but I said it was a mosaic of Gibbs and more, not a carbon copy. And hell, he breaks the first rule constantly and as for the second, the NCIS series isn’t done yet!
Rule 14: Bend the line, don’t break it.
Don’t go so far or yell so loud that you become the problem, your message gets lost. It does you and the cause a disservice.
Rule 15: Always work as a team.
Teamwork in family, work, marriage, even when you have to be the best of you as opposed to the worst of them.
Rule 18: It’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
When in doubt, act like you’re supposed to be there. When that doesn’t work, barrel through (case in point, 2011 Medical Tent incident in Penticton = importance of losing a swimmer supersedes grumpy-ass nurse).
Rule 23: Never mess with a Marine’s coffee… if you want to live.
Same goes for tea (I’m thinking of you Tim Hortons double-double instead of double milk – yes, two years later I still remember this).
Rule 42: Never accept an apology from someone who just sucker punched you.
“I’m sorry” needs to matter.
Rule 45: Clean up the mess that you make.
Take responsibility for your actions.
Rule 51: Sometimes you’re wrong.
A hard lesson for me to learn. It took me dropping to 135lbs and spending two weeks in a Mental hospital to come to this, to grow to this. But I wouldn’t be here, be in this now, be on this path had I not.
The Unspoken Rule (as revealed by Mike Franks): You do what you have to do for family.
So I will be a man of (or victim to) my word, because that’s the me version of me, because that’s the person that I want to be, because that’s what Gibbs would do.