The UP side of being a quadruple amputee
The next time you are feeling overwhelmed, getting your unfair share of hard knocks, sick, injured, depressed, failing at your job, worried about the miriad perils of just being alive, consider the case of Mr. Douglas Davis, 36, of Fredonia Wisconsin. At the very tender age of 25, Mr. Davis lost not one arm, not one leg, but all four of his limbs to a blood infection. Not a car accident of his own causing. Not a heroic battlefield endeavour from which he could at least take a measure of pride and knowledge of beloved comrades saved. A random blood infection.
But at the 35th annual One-Armed Dove Hunt (I'm not making that up), outside Olney, Texas this summer, Mr. Davis had this to say about hunting on cold mornings since his accident: "I don't have to worry about my hands or feet getting cold."
This isn't to say that you and I don't have our problems, our worries, or even life threatening situations to deal with. But next time you are feeling overwhelmed remember a man who thinks of the UP side of not having any arms or legs.
But at the 35th annual One-Armed Dove Hunt (I'm not making that up), outside Olney, Texas this summer, Mr. Davis had this to say about hunting on cold mornings since his accident: "I don't have to worry about my hands or feet getting cold."
This isn't to say that you and I don't have our problems, our worries, or even life threatening situations to deal with. But next time you are feeling overwhelmed remember a man who thinks of the UP side of not having any arms or legs.
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2 Comments:
Is there no end to discovering how petty your personal problems are? How little you have to complain about? How so many who have suffered more achieve the ability to give thanks for every little blessing while you muddle through, head to the ground, mumbling complaints all the way?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Sure. But it's easy for THEM. They have horrendous injuries or hideous bad luck to confound and overcome. But I have my problems, too! Just because they don't look like much from there YOU are standing, doesn't mean that they are not debilitating and PAINFUL to ME. I could suffer in silence and good cheer, too, as long as I had people watching me, knowing I was doing it and admiring me for it. But it is hard to get any sympanthy when people can't tell you're hurting, you know?
They;re a bunch of showoffs, is what I think.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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