Hey guys, I can relate to most of you. cept for the guy with 13 hip surgeries, and other assorted maladies. keep the faith man and take care...
Short version..Sixteen and fell 20 honest feet form a tree hunting 'coon in central Penna.
Twent and got hit broadside at 55-60 MPH by a kid that fell asleep on his way home from school. I had a 60 Chevy.. He hit me so hard the motor was upside down under the hood, backseat in the trunk and the roof came to a point.. Broke my neck and slammed my spine sideways....Kinda hurt..
Then fell a lousy 8-12 feet working as a forest biologist in Montana..That finally did me in. They retired me after about 5 yrs trying to rehabilitate me..(I always thought I was a pretty good guy..)
Oh, almost forget..When I was sixteen walking down to visit a friend in Water Street I heard a car coming up behind me.. Not unusual on a busy highway. I moved closer to the guardrails and noticed another friend standing on his front porch..
I waved at him about the same time I saw his eyes widen ..
Suddenly I was hit by the unseen car and was vaulted up and over the guardrails ans down a steep back into his yard...
I lay there stunned for a minute and did a quick check and found that I seemed to be all in one piece..
I leapt to my feet and started up the bank, my mouth full of words I wasn't even allowed to think of much less say..
As I vaulted the guardrails, again, I noticed my friend was having some difficulty breathing.. he was shaking badly and I could have sworn there were tears of merriment running down his cheeks.. I figured after i dealt with this first, I could probably find a nice rock to bounce off his head , just to help him start breathing again...
As I jumped over the guardrails I saw to my everlasting astonishment, three Nuns in the car. I stood there gaping at them. I had heard about Nuns , but I had never seen one before..
I couldn't stop all the words just dying to get out, but I stopped them all except , "What the hell did you hit me for"?
There was a young black Nun in the back seat and a young white nun in the front and an old mean looking one driving..
"Oh dear, she stammered, are you all right"?
I said, NO YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR DAMN CAR."
I took a quick look down into my friends yard and saw I was probably too late to be of any service to him, he was surely in the throes of a major stroke, from the looks of him..
"Good" I thought darkly..
Back to the Nuns..
Well, they sure looked sorry and I was always taught to berespectful to others.
I growled, "I'm all right, just go ahead.."
With stricken backward looks they drove off slowly, soon rounding a curve, out of sight , but not out of mind..
I guess , looking back, it was the Lord trying to get my attention at a fairly young age..I'm sorry to say it took many more years before it really took..
Besides...If I could get my hands on a gun, I was going to be busy attending my friends funeral, cause he looked might he would live after all, but If he didn't quit laughing I was going to shoot him for sure. But, I just waved at him disgustedly, called him a name that I usually saved for meaner people and went on my way...
So, I am disabled, but I still have my sense of humor....usually... ;D
Oh, I just joined today, looks like a real nice place...
Take care all:
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