Mr. Flopnuts |
07-31-2009 05:32 PM |
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Originally Posted by rtmike
(Post 5939096)
No bigge. I was highly intoxicated when we all went out on the sand dunes that fateful Thanksgiving day of '03. One buddy sprayed me with sand embarrassing me in front of my other friends so I chased after him to get him back. He went over a widow's peak with me right behind him. He crashed and my Banshee clipped his rear tire yanking my handlebars out of my hands so I landed face first on the bike breaking my spine shoving a piece of it into my spinal column.
It wasn't the ATV, my buddy or anyone else's fault except mine. I mentioned before we went out that I thought I had too much. But there's that crazy thing called peer pressure.
In the hospital they didn't think I could stop drinking & wanted me to go in for help. I suppose it's easy for folks that have the use of their legs to think that. For me it was a no brainer.
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That happens to some people, and they wither up and die. They just give up, and it's over. I don't blame them one oz. for it either, because I couldn't possibly begin to imagine what that life would be like.
But I don't get the impression that is the road you're on. And I commend you for it. Life is what it is, and it's usually not fair. Your perspective of it is the only thing that can/will get you through. You've got that going for you, and frankly sir, you're probably better off for it. And probably better off than a lot of folks walking around right now, feeling sorry for themself. I commend you.
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