So today is my fiftieth lap around the sun; some people say it’s a big thing. I’m not too sure about that, but I guess I’m happy I survived this long. In the time I have lived, I have had a few close calls; let me list them.
- 4-12 years old, I cracked my head open at least a half dozen times to the point of going to ER for stitches, one involved a hammer claw … this could explain a lot.
- Sometime in my youth, not sure what age, I was hit by a car walking out of my dad’s driveway. I walked away fine, though.
- When I was 20, I was hit by a ford F-150 doing about 55mph. I was on my bicycle, rear-ended. They say I flew about 100ft, and they found a piece of the plastic bumper in my underwear. Besides a broken tooth, horrible road rash, and some cuts and bruises, I survived particularly well.
- In my early twenties, a fell about fifty feet down a cliff wall dragging my fingers along it to slow myself down. I wasn’t injured besides bloody fingertips.
- About 18 years ago, I took a bullet in my lower back while serving in Iraq; I was walking around the next day.
Other than that, I seem to be doing OK with little wear or tear. I don’t know if I’ll make it another fifty years, but I think I’m definitely going to lay low compared to the first fifty.
As far as other folks, I have outlived my father, brother, and many dear friends who I loved very much; I’ll get to you all soon enough, be patient. I have things to do still.