What Doesn’t Kill You…
I’ve had fifteen broken bones throughout my life. Some have been broken multiple times.
I was shot in the lower left leg with an arrow.
I underwent reconstructive surgery after a dog ripped off the lower right quadrant of my face.
Another dog severed my left wrist nearly a quarter of the way through.
I suffered a major head injury when a stack of steel containers fell on me while I was working on a commercial fishing boat in Alaska.
I’ve been bitten by brown recluse spiders three times.
I’ve been bitten by copperhead snakes four times.
I’ve had my front teeth knocked out and wired back into my mouth.
I was stabbed in the right femoral artery with a broken bottle.
I was struck full-on by a drunk driver as I was walking along the side of a road.
I’ve been knocked unconscious three times.
I’ve had at least five concussions.
I was severely burned on my right thigh with phosphoric acid.
I’ve had approximately 25% of the flesh of my left wrist destroyed by fire.
I impaled my right foot clear through on the blunt end of a large nail.
I impaled my left leg just below the knee on the blunt end of a property stake.
I was a passenger in a pickup truck that flipped five times down a steep embankment.
When I was a teenager, I was kidnapped while hitch-hiking by three guys who drove me to an abandoned park and tried to kill me.
Most folks would say I’m pretty unlucky.
I would say I’m pretty blessed.