bitshird
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Monday my DR. put me in a walker, I was bummed out feeling sorry for my self, kind of Teed off at the world in general.
My son throws the very best 4th of July parties ever, but me feeling like "No body likes me everybody hates me I think I'll go eat some worms" I wasn't going to go, I was going to mope about in self pity.
My wife and Daughter convinced me that I had to go, if for no other reason than to see my Grandson.
I didn't take the stupid walker because there was too much traffic and a lot of gravel in the driveway.
As I hobbled towards his house there was a fellow in a Motorized wheel chair/scooter, He was the first person I spoke to,so as I was talking to him someone brought me a lawn chair, he told me how he'd been injured and I'm sitting there next to him listening to him tell me how he had become a quadriplegic and yet his outlook on life was a lot better than mine, I stayed with him most of the evening, by the time we headed for home, I had a different outlook.
The upshot of this is that we have been negotiating with a dealer that does nearly every major Woodturning Symposium around, things had gotten stalled and just one more thing to sob about.
OK fast forward to Thursday I got a call just before PT and the guy gave me his credit card info.
Then last night I got an inquiry from a Pen supplier that had had requests about taking on my tools, he placed a very nice order.
It all goes back to the homily that " I felt terrible for I had no shoes, then I met a man that had no feet."
This fellow Gregg had a far better outlook on life than I did and some of it rubbed off, I feel most fortunate to have met this person. Sad thing is he's only 36 years old, and will never enjoy walking or standing or hugging his grand kids,
I now realize what a lucky Ba$tard I really am.
Sorry if I bored any body, but I almost feel like Tom Cruise when he was jumping on Ophra's couch.
My son throws the very best 4th of July parties ever, but me feeling like "No body likes me everybody hates me I think I'll go eat some worms" I wasn't going to go, I was going to mope about in self pity.
My wife and Daughter convinced me that I had to go, if for no other reason than to see my Grandson.
I didn't take the stupid walker because there was too much traffic and a lot of gravel in the driveway.
As I hobbled towards his house there was a fellow in a Motorized wheel chair/scooter, He was the first person I spoke to,so as I was talking to him someone brought me a lawn chair, he told me how he'd been injured and I'm sitting there next to him listening to him tell me how he had become a quadriplegic and yet his outlook on life was a lot better than mine, I stayed with him most of the evening, by the time we headed for home, I had a different outlook.
The upshot of this is that we have been negotiating with a dealer that does nearly every major Woodturning Symposium around, things had gotten stalled and just one more thing to sob about.
OK fast forward to Thursday I got a call just before PT and the guy gave me his credit card info.
Then last night I got an inquiry from a Pen supplier that had had requests about taking on my tools, he placed a very nice order.
It all goes back to the homily that " I felt terrible for I had no shoes, then I met a man that had no feet."
This fellow Gregg had a far better outlook on life than I did and some of it rubbed off, I feel most fortunate to have met this person. Sad thing is he's only 36 years old, and will never enjoy walking or standing or hugging his grand kids,
I now realize what a lucky Ba$tard I really am.
Sorry if I bored any body, but I almost feel like Tom Cruise when he was jumping on Ophra's couch.
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