Sometimes life throws you a major curveball, and all you can do is take it in the gut and smile big for the camera. Such was my weekend, filled with tragic curveballs that I never saw coming.
Go over to Cat and give her the biggest amount of support and positive vibes you can give. She lost a part of her this weekend that stands as some of the toughest parts in life to recover. Rest well Mr. Watkins, we all fought the good fight with you and wish you peace in the next world..
My pa made it through surgery with a metal rod in his left femur to match the rod in his right arm from a fall off a roof in the early 90s, and he is sporting more road rash than I've ever gotten on a motorcycke.
But, how bad ass is my dad? After being thrown from the golfcart at a high rate of speed, holding his leg together on the ground and told he'd have to provide the confusing route to find him in the woods, he whipped off his bandana, wrapped it around his left thigh to hold the broken femur in place, somehow managed his way back into the cart and instructed his his friend to drive him to the main gate of the preserves so paramedics could quickly locate him.
His rationale? When he worked the sugar cane fields in Puerto Rico as a child, he knew if someone was hurt, you got the person back to the main house or he/she faced certain major infection/death (most injuries were gunshot or machete related back in the day, and my dad is missing a toe to prove it). Now THAT is an old-skool badass.
Go over to Cat and give her the biggest amount of support and positive vibes you can give. She lost a part of her this weekend that stands as some of the toughest parts in life to recover. Rest well Mr. Watkins, we all fought the good fight with you and wish you peace in the next world..
My pa made it through surgery with a metal rod in his left femur to match the rod in his right arm from a fall off a roof in the early 90s, and he is sporting more road rash than I've ever gotten on a motorcycke.
But, how bad ass is my dad? After being thrown from the golfcart at a high rate of speed, holding his leg together on the ground and told he'd have to provide the confusing route to find him in the woods, he whipped off his bandana, wrapped it around his left thigh to hold the broken femur in place, somehow managed his way back into the cart and instructed his his friend to drive him to the main gate of the preserves so paramedics could quickly locate him.
His rationale? When he worked the sugar cane fields in Puerto Rico as a child, he knew if someone was hurt, you got the person back to the main house or he/she faced certain major infection/death (most injuries were gunshot or machete related back in the day, and my dad is missing a toe to prove it). Now THAT is an old-skool badass.
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i have the barrilito..kiss the girls for me.....when can we see each other...
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I remember seeing a movie a whil;e back that was based on real life experiences with the gang wars in chicago .. especially around cabrini. Im glad theyre tearing down a lot of those ghettos. its hard to imagine you being old enough to have experienced that kind of thing!