Yeah, I think I'm tough, heck, I had 2 heart surgeries this past summer, and could crack jokes right out of surgery. I drug tubes around for days after each one, feeling the pain every time I moved. I think I'm 10 foot tall and bullet-proof sometimes.
And then, I talked to my Uncle Gerald. He's 79 years old, a rancher. Works every day, no big deal. He calls to check up on me, and eventually tells me about his week. He was working cows with a couple 'kids', when a cow runs over him. He struggled to get up, had the guys get a knee brace out of his truck. His words- "I tried to use the brace, but my leg kept floppin' around, so I had the guys put a make-shift splint on it. Then we went back to work, spent hours working cows, finally finished and I went on to feed the 200 calves by the house."
After his daughter saw his leg, she made him go to the doctor the next day. No big deal, just a broken ankle and leg! The Urgent Care doctor sent him to a specialist about his knee. Well, he told him that the knee was shredded, there was no way to do surgery on it. After the Dr. heard the story, he told the office-"This guy is 79, has the body of a 50 year old, but acts like he's 30!
Quick question, wonder what it would have looked like if he'd quit working cows to go to the doctor? Wait, not gonna happen, he's a cowboy!
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