I’ve also been “lucky enough” to have crashed in a jumbo jet (LAX, 1979), been struck by lightning (Korea, 1994) and nearly having to bail out of my glider as it was sucked into a thunderstorm and about to be ripped apart at 14,000 feet (Australia, 1976).
I laughed my ass off at this, Walter.
I lost my ultralight engine and crash landed about half a foot from a very large boulder in Victoria. I nearly died in a scuba accident, bleeding from a broken ear drum with hammerheads and bull sharks circling in an equipment failure at 130 feet down. I lost my main parachute on two separate occasions. A horse tried very hard to kick me to death after tossing me, and my foot got caught in the right stirrup. I nearly lost a shoulder, had my ribs kicked in, my teeth broken and my shoulder roundly stomped. I fell down 32 concrete stairs in Iceland, ass over teakettle, smashed my pelvis, my wrist and my elbow.
And I’ve had 21 concussions. Some of them were pretty bad.
And you and I are still standing.
Ever feel that that poor sot in the old Western when the bad guy sharpshooter fires at his feet to get him to dance? Sometimes I think that the Forces that be do that sometimes. I’ve got burn marks no my cowboy boots.
I love this paragraph. Honestly, people are afraid of their own shadows. At some point you realize that if it’s your turn, it’s your turn. You and I aren’t invincible. But the remarkable perspective that we have when it comes to managing everyday fear is a gift.
Yes. We are lucky. Beyond lucky. Blessed beyond blessed. One day our numbers will come due. Meanwhile, it’s all small stuff. I’m far less worried about the virus than the monumentally stupid things people do, like stock up on ammo.