Next time you go walking around barefoot in the water…
Terrifying. Nope; its gonna be a pool for me. I know it’s small- macro even, maybe. Still. Ugh
I say this every single time. Most kids understand that I’m being sarcastic. There are a few that have to wonder if I’m serious.
Need to print this.
Oh my goodness. Lol;-)
One sunny Thursday afternoon last October, Lyman Connor climbed on his bicycle and pedaled from his Roanoke, Va., home for a ride along the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway. He didn’t make it back that day.
Riding down one of the parkway’s steep hills at nearly 40 mph, a car suddenly braked in front of Connor. “The last thing I remember was going over the handlebars,” he says. “When I woke up in an intensive care unit, I had tubes coming out my body to sustain my breathing.”
Connor suffered nine skull fractures in the fall and broke his hip, jaw, clavicle and a number of ribs, one of which punctured a lung. He also lost sight in one of his eyes and his sense of taste.
After spending a week convalescing in the hospital, the 54-year-old Connor decided to go home. He was still badly hurting and in a cast when he stepped into the hospital elevator. Inside was a boy whose eyes were red from crying. “I tried to make him smile, pointed to myself, and told him it couldn’t be so bad,” Connor says.
But the boy lifted his arm and showed Connor a stump where his hand should have been.
Great, moving story. I hope he finds this boy, so I’m re-blogging now!
He can do no wrong
THAT CHEEKY EYEBROW RAISE.
I hate him
I Hate Him So Much
it’s the head wiggle that gets me