I'm always amazed at how lucky I am

[Wag]

Not just me but all of the nine younger brothers and sisters. Among the crew of us, there were only ever two or three runs to the ER with some very serious injuries.

As a small child, my grandfather, a very very athletic man, taught the four oldest of us how to tumble properly. We did enough of it over the years to get good enough to make it a natural thing. Occasionally, it has served me very well.

One of the most serious saves was when I was on a motorcycle on a race track in Deming, NM. I crashed at 120mph and came out of of with no serious injuries. I had all the leather and body armor, of course and wouldn't have done it any other way but no broken bones, either. I'm convinced that the tumbling routines we learned probably spared me the bone damage.

With all the crazy things I did as a kid with my brothers and friends trying to one-up each other, I'm truly amazed that I'm still alive and better yet, uninjured.

--Wag--

[popper]

Roses are different than cactus? Not Mom's that I got to trim as a kid! Blood bath then. And infection city.

[Minerat]

Seems to me growing up in the 50's and 60's was a suicide mission that most of us survived. The later "Here, hold my beer and watch this!" Was a daily occurrence for our 8 to 19 year old life span without the beer. I still have scars from many of those adventures.

[Texas by God]

After my latest near death occurrence, my much better half stated that “ I guess that God still doesn’t want you up there tearing up stuff yet.”
Accident prone and lucky so far!


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[MaryB]

"Why women live longer than men" LOL

[.429&H110]

I can still hear my Dad say
"Too soon old, too late smart"
on such occasions.

[super6]

My first mishap was raking leaves up to a 2 story garage and decided that would be a soft landing, Knocked the wind out of me, The second was climbing a tree and thinking it would hold me too the ground? fell 50 FT to the ground broke both my ankles. That was a long craw home.

[WRideout]

I was replacing the gas lines underneath my 70's vintage VW bus (I am from California). The genius engineers at VW had put bare 12V connections underneath, which I touched with my wrench causing a shower of sparks while gasoline was dripping from the gas line connections. No fire, but it did quicken my pulse.

Wayne

[fixit]

I love reading about different guy's misadventures.... Especially when our ladies are watching. I had one where I was doing some tree trimming and had shinnied out on a limb to where the friend wanted it cut, and my wife, who is afraid of heights, was watching in fear for my life. I knew what would happen when the limb dropped, and I think she knew, just not so much! At any rate, at the first pop from the limb, I killed the chainsaw and had fun with the ride.... I don't think my wife expected the limb that I had my legs wrapped around to bounce as much as it did, but she had a "he's going to die" look on her face! She didn't take too kindly to my reveling about either!

[slim1836]

I know how lucky I am every time I look at my wife.

You're just trying to score brownie points since she reads your posts.

Slim

[jonp]

Not just me but all of the nine younger brothers and sisters. Among the crew of us, there were only ever two or three runs to the ER with some very serious injuries.

As a small child, my grandfather, a very very athletic man, taught the four oldest of us how to tumble properly. We did enough of it over the years to get good enough to make it a natural thing. Occasionally, it has served me very well.

One of the most serious saves was when I was on a motorcycle on a race track in Deming, NM. I crashed at 120mph and came out of of with no serious injuries. I had all the leather and body armor, of course and wouldn't have done it any other way but no broken bones, either. I'm convinced that the tumbling routines we learned probably spared me the bone damage.

With all the crazy things I did as a kid with my brothers and friends trying to one-up each other, I'm truly amazed that I'm still alive and better yet, uninjured.

--Wag--

Learning how to execute a perfect PLF through many jumps in the Army saved me many injuries coming off of roofs.

[MaryB]

Learning how to execute a perfect PLF through many jumps in the Army saved me many injuries coming off of roofs.

I was 10 and helping dad paint the house. The ladder was this rickety wood thing I could barely lift... I was at the top painting under the eaves when a leg broke at the bottom. Dad hollered and said ride it down and jump right before it hits. The ladder sliding against the wall slowed it down so when I did jump it was no worse than being tackled playing football(we had epic girls vs boys matches at the farm with my cousins). Rode a ladder down 3 more times after that at the casino, we got the junk equipment maintenance threw out... until HR got tired of the injury reports! After that we got an indoor electric man lift that was narrow enough to drive through the casino.

[Recycled bullet]

I fell badly almost 20 feet out of a tree when I was 12 years old , though at the time I was very upset that I landed in a large blackberry bush. That bush is the reason I didn't break at least one of my legs that day. I wouldn't have been able to ride my bike home that day.

[Recycled bullet]

The other side of the tree was an asphalt paved path with gravel on it. I am glad I did not land on that side. The branches helped slow my descent.

[William Yanda]

I picked blackberries Saturday. This morning I picked another thorn out of my finger. Besides the fact that it is raining this morning, I remembered why I didn't go back for more.

[Winger Ed.]

This morning I picked another thorn out of my finger. .

Yeah. Like Pres. Clinton would say, I feel your pain.
My hands are scared up like an old alley cat, but I still tell people, "Gloves are for sissies".

[DocSavage]

I remember the rope swing that my uncle put up for my sister's and myself all went well until one sister missed the landing spot and ended up in a briar patch. Mother wanted to kill my uncle and cut down the swing and the tree it was attached to. I was blind as a bat as a kid and quite frankly amazed that at made it thru life with not any broken bones.

[Rapier]

A properly executed PLF does come in handy. Have hit the ground hard many times, bounced, got up and walked away. However, those dings and dents do pile up. Plus I do not bounce so good any more.
Worst one for me was in 65 a rookie dollar 19 pilot flipped the green light switch on, over a red smoke DZ, with 28 mph ground winds. That was not fun, three years later after many trips to the laundry, the uniform I was wearing still had red clay stain imbedded in it. The second thing that hit the ground that day was the very top of my helmet, the chute, lines and risers wrapped around my legs with the risers covering both shoulder releases plus cris crossed over the chest release, drug me feet first through the combat DZ, with vehicles, fences, creeks, gullies and bridges...and the big blackberry patch in the middle which is not a good thing to be drug through at 28 mph. I had thorns in places that thorns should not be.

[brassrat]

Never fell down but Mom caught me playing with gas and matches, apparently. She caught me when my hand went up in flames. Again lucky, I jammed it a snow pile with no problems.


Cheat death twice
My friends took me to the top of a gigantic ski area, and had me go down. First time on skis. Had to fall down numerous times to keep from smashing into people, plus all the wipeouts. I did learn to ski a few years later at a easier spot from the lesson.