On a foggy December 13, 1977 (or 35 years, 11 months and 5 days ago) I became a paraplegic. My injuries were extensive and according to my Mother she had been told I was not expected to survive. After weeks in Good Sam’s Intensive Care Unit I had beaten that prognosis. Months later during my stint in rehab I was told my body had suffered such a toll from the trauma (No shit Sherlock) that I would be lucky to see my 50th birthday. That milestone was eclipsed more than 9 years ago. Monday marks another significant event; I have now outlived my Father’s time alive of 59 years, 1 month and 6 days. That has been my goal for the last 10 years or so… I guess it’s time to set another goal.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 05:16:37 +0000
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