Lucky vs unlucky: I felt lucky to play first string varsity football. Every guy who played on the team ended up with bad knees. At least one of us required double knee replacements. Bad luck buried in good luck. It wasnt the football, it was the exercises. Had a great trip out west and loved the overnight atop Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado. I had not seen the cliff dweller ruins so I signed up for the tour. We descended down the stairs to the base of the ruins and at the bottom, my right knee gave out. It was completely useless for walking up stairs. It would not fully recover when I got home so I started considering elective surgery. The cure came from dragging a 150 lb. deer I killed out of the woods. Whatever popped out going down the stairs in Colorado seems to have popped back in. Im back to normal. Bad luck with a trick knee led to the good luck of knowing what to do when it happens again. The doctor examined my chin and said, You are really Lucky. He was an Army doctor and I was in the Long Bien medical facility in 1968 Vietnam. He was admiring the stitches. I was blind in my left eye from shrapnel that flew in my face when one of the more than thirty bullets that hit my helicopter passed through the instrument panel of the helicopter gunship I was flying. I had been the first aircraft hit during a communist ambush. A round that passed through the instrument panel had glazed my forehead and destroyed my flight helmet, which now sits in an Army museum, I give up Doc. Why am I lucky? You will barely have a scar. Every morning when I shave, I say to myself, I am really lucky. I barely have a scar. I has lucky to meet this particular good humored doctor as well as the medic who sewed me up.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 18:36:53 +0000
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