why i'm thankful
novemeber 22, 1996 i lay on the football playing field of a high school with both kneecaps busted from a cheap shot by an opposing player. billed as the "real army navy" game it was a pick-up game of flag football, the navy against the army from our respective offices. i was a Marine, (only cap u will see from me, uragh!) so i was on the side of the navy.
hadn't warmed up, it was about 45 degrees and i was playing defensive back covering a receiver. i jumped up to block a pass and he took me out at the ankles. when i landed on top of him i knew i landed wrong and thought i would get a "boot top" fracture like joe theismann. tried to flip around and snap. or more like a double snap and i'm on the ground, legs looking like ragged andy.
fast forward to the hospital where they said i had ruptured both knee caps that would require surgery the next day. fast forward to two years of rehab and learning to walk again. couldn't ride my harley, horses or my girlfriend. (guess thats why i lost her) lol
today, just call me zipper knees. kinda like a c section scar for the knees. but i can walk! can't run worth a damn but i can walk. those two years, alone, made me realise how precious the gift of mobility is, something we take for granted. take the time out to (insert violins) enjoy your ability to move, the breast you think you need to fix. there are women who don't have them, if they were lucky. enjoy that walk, there are guys and gals coming back from iraq that will have prosthesis. that tummy you want tucked, there is famine across the globe.
as you gourmandise today, stop and thank somebody...whoever, that you can. that you got what ya got and say a word for those that aint got what you got. (end with flag waving, any flag. our flag, your flag, my flag, any damn flag, 'k?)
novemeber 22, 1996 i lay on the football playing field of a high school with both kneecaps busted from a cheap shot by an opposing player. billed as the "real army navy" game it was a pick-up game of flag football, the navy against the army from our respective offices. i was a Marine, (only cap u will see from me, uragh!) so i was on the side of the navy.
hadn't warmed up, it was about 45 degrees and i was playing defensive back covering a receiver. i jumped up to block a pass and he took me out at the ankles. when i landed on top of him i knew i landed wrong and thought i would get a "boot top" fracture like joe theismann. tried to flip around and snap. or more like a double snap and i'm on the ground, legs looking like ragged andy.
fast forward to the hospital where they said i had ruptured both knee caps that would require surgery the next day. fast forward to two years of rehab and learning to walk again. couldn't ride my harley, horses or my girlfriend. (guess thats why i lost her) lol
today, just call me zipper knees. kinda like a c section scar for the knees. but i can walk! can't run worth a damn but i can walk. those two years, alone, made me realise how precious the gift of mobility is, something we take for granted. take the time out to (insert violins) enjoy your ability to move, the breast you think you need to fix. there are women who don't have them, if they were lucky. enjoy that walk, there are guys and gals coming back from iraq that will have prosthesis. that tummy you want tucked, there is famine across the globe.
as you gourmandise today, stop and thank somebody...whoever, that you can. that you got what ya got and say a word for those that aint got what you got. (end with flag waving, any flag. our flag, your flag, my flag, any damn flag, 'k?)
layka:
Thank you for your comment on my rejected set...was very important for me!
