A few weeks ago, our family was having dinner at our regular Sunday waterfront dining restaurant. Our waiter appeared to be pre-occupied, so I asked if he was feeling OK...
He said that his 35 year old girlfriend, a single mother with an eight year old, was having a tough time. A year before before, she had a double mastectomy for diagnosed breast cancer. She had been told that it had been successful surgery, but then was told that it had spread to some other lymph node sites, so she underwent intense chemotherapy, during which she experienced nausea and her hair loss, but she had remained in good spirits, to be nearly thru the regimen. A few months later she had been informed that it had spread to her bones and blood.
This week, I was sitting in a waiting room, while the third set of new tires was being installed in my three-year old, 65,000 mile vehicle. Two young men were sitting across from me and one was in a uniform. Questioned, I discovered that he was home from Afghanistan on a medical leave, and was about to return to a domestic air force base. He had jumped from a plane overseas and his parachute had tangled and did not open. He free fell with such speed that he couldn't execute his trained emergency shoulder roll", and had landed headfirst. He survived and after recovery time in a hospital, had been released. He returned to the States. One night he said from the experience gained from surviving eight concussions during his "extreme sports years", he knew that he wasn't better. He started bleeding thru his nose and ears and went to an emergency room to be diagnosed with internal brain bleeding. He had just been released from surgery from this. I thanked him for serving and asked how old he was? "Nineteen".
The July 2012 Summer Olympics from London have been wonderful to watch. I had never watched cycle distance road races before. It is amazing how much is involved in negotiating these courses, while riding sometimes in excess of 60 mile per hour in groups of cyclists with no separated distance. Near the end of the mens' 152-mile race, the favored winner came to a ninety degree road turn, and was unable to negotiate the turn, and crashed headfirst into the fence. Bleeding, he got back up, hopped on his cycle and finished the race. The sportscaster revealed that three months before this 39-year old had crashed and had broken his collarbone in four locations!
The July 2012 Summer Olympics from London have been wonderful to watch. I had never watched cycle distance road races before. It is amazing how much is involved in negotiating these courses, while riding sometimes in excess of 60 mile per hour in groups of cyclists with no separated distance. Near the end of the mens' 152-mile race, the favored winner came to a ninety degree road turn, and was unable to negotiate the turn, and crashed headfirst into the fence. Bleeding, he got back up, hopped on his cycle and finished the race. The sportscaster revealed that three months before this 39-year old had crashed and had broken his collarbone in four locations!