My friend who shattered his vertebra is getting better every day. His voice has pretty much returned and he is moving better, but it is difficult to watch him operate his phone and computer. I still haven't had that heart or the courage to ask him, or his family what his long term prognosis might be.
I never never seen him be anything but old usual self and that has been a tremendous comfort to me. I envy his courage, but I always fear that I might find him sad; I don't know what I could say if he was ever depressed. He never did anything to deserve this, all he did was carpool with his friend home for Christmas.
On the positive side his wedding is coming up, and I still need to foxy box my friend. That came about, because he can't decide between me and my other best friend to be his best man. I know my opponent intends to wear something along the lines of gold hot pants and a matching sports bra which means I might have to one up him by squeezing into a one piece. I strongly suspect that like MAD and the Butter Battle Book, there will be no true winners.
I never never seen him be anything but old usual self and that has been a tremendous comfort to me. I envy his courage, but I always fear that I might find him sad; I don't know what I could say if he was ever depressed. He never did anything to deserve this, all he did was carpool with his friend home for Christmas.
On the positive side his wedding is coming up, and I still need to foxy box my friend. That came about, because he can't decide between me and my other best friend to be his best man. I know my opponent intends to wear something along the lines of gold hot pants and a matching sports bra which means I might have to one up him by squeezing into a one piece. I strongly suspect that like MAD and the Butter Battle Book, there will be no true winners.