I have been very lucky
And it was all luck, because skill and grace had nothing to do with it- I have been lucky never to have harmed myself more than I have, a few fractured bones and some scars, sometimes from doing some pretty stupid things (“Why aren’t you dead?” from the ER doc) but most of the time I was in condition enough to drive myself to the ER or even stitch myself up. I never hurt myself badly enough to merit being hauled off on a backboard, and that is a very good thing.
On the other hand sometimes the casts or wraps or splints were pretty confining, and each time I park my hiney in the smallest room in the house, I thank my Creator that I can still do so myself without anyone’s assistance, and I hope that situation remains the same for the rest of the time I’m using this body, worn as it is.
My friend, you are wrong, luck has nothing to do with it. It is entirely Grace, although you are correct about it not being your grace. It’s our mutual friend the Jewish carpenter and His Father. (No, I don’t mean Norm Abram.)
You calls it one thing, I calls it another.
Never claimed to grace either. I’ve broken more bones than old evil kenivel. course I did not earn the moolah he did doing it, more the pity.
As to the other grace, that is free for the taking.
Makes dealing with the first a little more pleasant
Having recently “been there, done that”, I didn’t require assistance in the littlest room, but did end up in some contorted positions completing the transaction…
Glad that’s (ahem) behind me.
Og,
I just picked up a rifle from a gunsmith in Griffith. It wasn’t even touched in a year so I got tired of waiting and decided to try and find an actual working gunsmith to fix it. I live in northeast IL nearly near the IN the border. The rifle is a Krag 1898 with the rear sight screw broke off in the barrel. Any recommendations?
Jim
Been on a backboard twice. First time after a motorcycle wreck. Broken right hand, broken left ankle. Was rather difficult tryin to pee with my left hand while standing on one leg.
John: yes I first met you when you were dealing with that. I’m glad you came out the other side alright and now have a new ride! Still, the fact that you coudl sit and eat dinner like that with your leg all mangled up was impressive.
Having once driven myself to the doctor in a manual-tranny truck with both right arm and leg not working, I can sympathize.
Made the time had to drive with only the right arm out of service seem downright pleasant.