Post by dmize on Jul 30, 2011 0:14:49 GMT -5
I have led a pretty much solitary life,did not date untill I was 19 married the first girl I dated 4 years later in 1990. I have a literal handful of TRUE friends,actually just enogh to have pallbeares at my funeral.
I remember vividly wondering if I would ever have children and thinking of how I would be THE GREATEST parent if it happened... well on February 6 1994 it came to pass.... My first son was born,he had a bowl movement "in transit" and was delivered purple and not breathing with a mouth full of his own crap,I saw what was going on and knew how bad things were,I just kept telling my wife how beautiful he was and how good of care the Doc was giving,UNTILL he FINALLY screamed.....I almost shit myself and passed out.
I have a BUNCH of pics..1st is me changing his first dirty diaper,I have pics of he and I clowning around,him just goofing around. Memories of him shooting a .223 at a cardboard deer target,then sitting on my lap at age 8 and whacking a doe at 123 yards!!!!!!!!!!!! with that rifle,the bullet perfectly dissected her heart,she ran 35 yards.I also remember me being proud that he was crying/upset that he realised that he had taken a life and understood the gravity of the situation. That fall he killed his first turkey with me and the next spring he killed his first gobbler. He shot his first deer with a bow RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, he was sitting on my lap at age 3 when he caught his first fish.
Long story short Randy is my FIRST TRULY BEST friend, his brother Jesse is second (yes his first deer,turkey,squirrel and rabbit was with me to).
Thursday was just like any day. I was pissed at Randy because he didnt push the button and dry the clothes and HE was pissed at me because I wore his pants to work because mine werent dry....................
5'oclock Thursday I get a call from deputy that my son has been in a wreck,he IS OK but what hospital does he go to?
We meet at hospital....my beautiful BIG tall and strong son tells me...Dad,Dont be mad that I am crying because I really hurt................................................
He has a compund fracture in right femure,pelvis broken in 6 places,broken bones in right side of faceand a badly broken nose.....................and he is upset because "he is cryin g" and doesnt want to UPSET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember vividly wondering if I would ever have children and thinking of how I would be THE GREATEST parent if it happened... well on February 6 1994 it came to pass.... My first son was born,he had a bowl movement "in transit" and was delivered purple and not breathing with a mouth full of his own crap,I saw what was going on and knew how bad things were,I just kept telling my wife how beautiful he was and how good of care the Doc was giving,UNTILL he FINALLY screamed.....I almost shit myself and passed out.
I have a BUNCH of pics..1st is me changing his first dirty diaper,I have pics of he and I clowning around,him just goofing around. Memories of him shooting a .223 at a cardboard deer target,then sitting on my lap at age 8 and whacking a doe at 123 yards!!!!!!!!!!!! with that rifle,the bullet perfectly dissected her heart,she ran 35 yards.I also remember me being proud that he was crying/upset that he realised that he had taken a life and understood the gravity of the situation. That fall he killed his first turkey with me and the next spring he killed his first gobbler. He shot his first deer with a bow RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, he was sitting on my lap at age 3 when he caught his first fish.
Long story short Randy is my FIRST TRULY BEST friend, his brother Jesse is second (yes his first deer,turkey,squirrel and rabbit was with me to).
Thursday was just like any day. I was pissed at Randy because he didnt push the button and dry the clothes and HE was pissed at me because I wore his pants to work because mine werent dry....................
5'oclock Thursday I get a call from deputy that my son has been in a wreck,he IS OK but what hospital does he go to?
We meet at hospital....my beautiful BIG tall and strong son tells me...Dad,Dont be mad that I am crying because I really hurt................................................
He has a compund fracture in right femure,pelvis broken in 6 places,broken bones in right side of faceand a badly broken nose.....................and he is upset because "he is cryin g" and doesnt want to UPSET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!