So here is my WIMP story...
Was not going to post this but as it changed my view on life in a big way. I thought I'd share it.....
Ok, so I was jogging down the street when I tripped and cracked my knee on the sidewalk....
As I lay there curled up, clutching my knee, tears in my eyes and cursing loudly, I was aware of a car pulling up and stopping. He had obviously witnessed my fall..
I was aware of two strong arms helping me up (in a sort of Heimlich maneuver) and gently walking me backwards toward a bench seat.
All the time he was saying "its OK bud, I got you"
to which I would reply, thru clenched teeth and spittle "my f***ing knee!" and "oh my F** God, the pain!"
so he gets me to the bench, he has been walking backwards, kinda dragging me, with strong arms (I weigh 240) still trying to calm me with "you gonna be fine" and "I got you" again.....
and I'm like "I'll never F**ing walk again"... "jesus the PAIN!" (it was kind hurting real bad!)
So....
he finally sits me down, check my knee and says it not broken but one hell of a bruise!
And I eventually look up to see a young guy, maybe 25 years old, (I am 35) well built, and with a huge "Tom Cruise" like smile, and a glint in his eye that says "I can take on the world" and I calm down, stop my blubbering and thank him...
He says "no problem my friend" and bids me farewell and good luck with that huge smile and twinkling eyes.......
As he walked away on two titanium prosthetic legs, to his car with a bumper sticker that read "PROUD TO BE A VET - US MARINES"
have you ever felt truly, and I mean truly, ashamed?