Worst spanking I got as a kid was after I ran out into a road and almost got hit by a car. My mom whooped my ass. Right there in front of the whole congregation shaking my dad's hand after the service. But I never did that again.
I went to high school with an amazing guy who had one arm, both his legs and other arm he lost in an accident playing on a railroad. He got around on a skateboard, pushing it with his arm. He was a great friend, but he thought it was funny to swim beneath me in the neighborhood pool and yank me underwater with that one good (strong) arm.
I honestly don't know what happened to him. That was the rumor. I may have asked him but I don't remember. I lived in that house for one year in the 9th grade during my mom's short-lived second marriage. He was a really good friend of mine, lived across the street & we just walked in and out of each other's houses. (Or rolled in his case). I once walked into his room unannounced and he was standing over 6 feet tall, trying on some new prosthetics. At the time he didn't like them. I often think of him and wonder how he is.
That's a sweet thought. I really liked Facebook when it first came out, bc I had moved away from my hometown but often wondered about people. My hs class is still very active as a group, and we all keep up. I love it.
There was a guy who lived in my apartment complex years ago. He walked to work, probably thinking he was cool by walking on the train tracks which passed right through the center of the small downtown area. This was a very active track, and it was in a blow-zone (city ordinance that all trains had to blow their horn the entire time they were passing through). The trains passed right beside our apartment complex, blowing their horns (literally every 10 minutes), so there's no way this guy didn't know it was an active track. He apparently had headphones in, and somehow managed to get hit by a train, despite the loud noise and vibration of the track. He lived, but then multiple local businesses started fundraisers to raise money for his hospital and living expenses. They even made up a logo for him. Our apartment complex actually put out flyers asking people to donate to help pay his rent. I really couldn't muster up any sympathy for him. Everyone just glossed over the fact that there is no way to not hear or feel that train coming, even with headphones in, and he was an absolute idiot to be anywhere near the tracks. Sometimes I wonder if he just did it to get attention.
Worst spanking I got as a kid was after I ran out into a road and almost got hit by a car. My mom whooped my ass. Right there in front of the whole congregation shaking my dad's hand after the service. But I never did that again.
I went to high school with an amazing guy who had one arm, both his legs and other arm he lost in an accident playing on a railroad. He got around on a skateboard, pushing it with his arm. He was a great friend, but he thought it was funny to swim beneath me in the neighborhood pool and yank me underwater with that one good (strong) arm.
That's pretty amazing that he still got around! What kind of person would not get out of the way of a train, though?
I honestly don't know what happened to him. That was the rumor. I may have asked him but I don't remember. I lived in that house for one year in the 9th grade during my mom's short-lived second marriage. He was a really good friend of mine, lived across the street & we just walked in and out of each other's houses. (Or rolled in his case). I once walked into his room unannounced and he was standing over 6 feet tall, trying on some new prosthetics. At the time he didn't like them. I often think of him and wonder how he is.
That's a sweet thought. I really liked Facebook when it first came out, bc I had moved away from my hometown but often wondered about people. My hs class is still very active as a group, and we all keep up. I love it.
There was a guy who lived in my apartment complex years ago. He walked to work, probably thinking he was cool by walking on the train tracks which passed right through the center of the small downtown area. This was a very active track, and it was in a blow-zone (city ordinance that all trains had to blow their horn the entire time they were passing through). The trains passed right beside our apartment complex, blowing their horns (literally every 10 minutes), so there's no way this guy didn't know it was an active track. He apparently had headphones in, and somehow managed to get hit by a train, despite the loud noise and vibration of the track. He lived, but then multiple local businesses started fundraisers to raise money for his hospital and living expenses. They even made up a logo for him. Our apartment complex actually put out flyers asking people to donate to help pay his rent. I really couldn't muster up any sympathy for him. Everyone just glossed over the fact that there is no way to not hear or feel that train coming, even with headphones in, and he was an absolute idiot to be anywhere near the tracks. Sometimes I wonder if he just did it to get attention.
I don't blame you one bit. I wouldn't have donated either. Stupid people are just sometimes too stupid to survive in the wild.