So a fellow warrior brother Marine (yes, I was Navy but a squid of a different nature) contacted me a few days ago...his tank had gone downhill but much work on it lately to deter intense to the max PTSD therapy.
He lives in my neighborhood and I fish and dog sit for him and his wife a couple of weeks a year.
Anyway, he is a good reefer and man and knows his stuff. He asked how my tank was and if I had any BTA's for sale... (silly question...sale...NO) He just left my home with 3 healthy BTA on a 15-year-old piece of pest free, filled with pods, baby brittles, sponge and goodies LR to get on track. Did I like that piece? I did, but I love my brothers and sisters more.
I said all this to say please slow down, listen and help when possible because we can all put up a happy front sometimes when in fact we need the support. Please send positive vibes, thoughts, prayers...whatever you believe in for the brother who just left my house...he needs support.
I am a bit selfish though...if I take care of a tank for a couple of weeks or as today my charge is a 12 pack of Diet Mountain Dew. :)
Thank all of Y'all for taking time to read this rant/request.