| Hell, Chas, you're not fat - you're crippled! I've been following your story for a couple years now and it's one that makes me feel like a lucky person. In '91 I fell 2 stories onto the concrete and broke everything but my dick (and it didn't work no more 'cause I was hurtin' so bad!). Both my knees were busted up pretty good, my foot was crushed and had a couple bones stickin' through the skin, my face was all smashed up and I lost a few teeth, a rotator cuff was completely severed, I cracked my head, and my neck was broke. (I HATE it when that happens!). I was 5'11", 225 lbs, 32" waist at the time. After 5 years of surgery and rehab and a whole lot of titanium I went back to work. I was (and still am) 5' 11", 190 lbs, 33" waist and embarrassed about the way I looked. I was probably the only one around that didn't realize what I had accomplished (and hadn't for years until I heard YOUR story). I've followed your plight for a couple years now and have paid close attention to your frustration, depression, and the moods that go along with it. Trust me, I can understand your position and I (more than most people) can see how you got there. If I didn't use up every ounce of luck allotted to me for my lifetime I would be sitting in a wheelchair right beside you! (At least you saved some for the mega-millions.). BYW, some black girl at SSI told me there was nothing wrong with me and turned me down! |
