Not everyone. But I guess you're right, enough.Everyone is afraid of what comes after Death...
Not everyone. But I guess you're right, enough.Everyone is afraid of what comes after Death...
too true! I broke my right shoulder blade. Heard it break when it happened, (felt it too!) Mom had company when I went inside and told her.
I broke my ankle when I was a senior in high school. My Dad was pushing me in a wheelchair in the hospital and my broken limb was sticking out in front of me as I sat. Dad ran me into the back of the elevator. There was yelling. He was convinced that I was over-reacting. When we got to radiology the tech was taking me back to the x-ray room in the same wheelchair and used my foot as a battering ram to open the swinging door. There was yelling. He was convinced that I was over-reacting. I have trust issues.too true! I broke my right shoulder blade. Heard it break when it happened, (felt it too!) Mom had company when I went inside and told her.
She said: "I'm sure you're fine!"
I again told her "I can't move my arm and I heard it break!"
The reply, "Well, then take yourself to the hospital and have it checked out."
So I did. Three on a tree shift. Cross over with left hand to shift, steer with knee.
Ex ray tech is home for dinner, so she is called back in to take pictures.
She shows me the pics, and says she is not qualified to "diagnose" but it sure looks broken. Clearly that bright white line traversing the blade.
Doc comes in and puts me into an immobilizer type thing to wear for 90 days.
I drive back home, tell mom "I told you I broke it!"
Her sympathetic reply? "Sorry 'bout that kid!"
I brought it up any chance I got, mom sent me to the hospital, alone, with a broken shoulder!!!!
Isn't that from Kill Bill?Cops being cops, I'm sure whoever's unit that is took a little hazing.
Yes.Isn't that from Kill Bill?
I think he looks like Charlie Brown.
Aim high...or low as the case may be!I hear you, no fear here either.
We're stuck in the mundane, yet we can't see past it for the jewels all around us.
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One day, everything you own will belong to someone else, or end up in the trash.
That's exactly what I'm worried about. Gun collection sold for pennies. 200+ rockets in a dumpster. And the list goes on.One day, everything you own will belong to someone else, or end up in the trash.