jedstivers":jyn7r7gg said:
Ryder":2e6hrlwu said:
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Ouachita":nw9kwo21 said:One percenters heh??
I wasn't supposed to live past age 4. I was a "blue baby". I made it!
I think having 6 children is likely a one percent achievement.
I'm certain that having 6 children with zero overnights in a hospital counts, not including birth (now ages 14 to 27).
A barrel roll and 2 forced landings, off field, with the only known pilot to ditch 3 times in the ocean and still alive, Earl Covel.
I was flying right seat when we had a fuel starvation event at less than 500 ft AGL. I became a copilot instantly, and we found a field to land in. The Columbia MO newspaper had a picture of me on top the plane, pouring fuel in from a 5 gallon container loaned to us by the farmer. We took off on Candid Camera.
My career path, coupled with my location, has presented me opportunity to meet many remarkable people, famous and infamous. I'm not convinced this latter fact is anything more than interesting at best, embarrassing at worst, but certainly less than 1% have a midnight photograph of Barry Seal's Learstar (modified Lockheed Lodestar, often called a Lear Lodestar) belching flames out the exhaust, hanging on the office wall.
I've been in 47 of the 57 states
I've also been mugged on Beal Street, Memphis, USA. All they got was my hotel key, because the hotties from Senatobia Mississippi that convinced us to take them downtown had already taken our wallets.
I've unintentionally circumnavigated Pilot Mountain 3 times (as witnessed by another hunter over a daylight to dark period). He saved my life. I had become hypothermic. That is an interesting sensation to recall.
Back to my kids, and family health in general; we have been very blessed. None of us (8 total) have taken nor needed antibiotics for 20 years, and the only medical visits have been routine checkups or broken bones/stitches. Most of those doctor visits were me. I was an adrenaline junkie.
On sewing, I did let my best friend sew me up. We were at least 24 hours from a medical facility. Early twenties, ten foot tall, bulletproof. A 4-wheeler had landed on me, and although the bleeding at first appeared the most serious issue, broken ribs and shock quickly became something my friend had to deal with. I'm still here, again.
I held my Dads hand as he drew his last breath. This was an event I had never previously considered participating in. In hindsight, judging from the others in the room, and talking about this with others in days that followed, I'm guessing this is a difficult thing to do especially for those of us not actively engaged in a profession that witness such things often.
I was struck by lightning in Irving Texas. I ran out the front door to chase down the dog and bring in. Mom was screaming at me to get back in. Then it happened. It was like a Pink Floyd tune; comfortably numb, and I could see her lips moving, but couldn't hear the words. Between the lightning or the whipping, I should have died, but instead I'm fairly certain I saw the dark side of the moon.
A year later we lived in Houston. A gang of young men chased me and my younger brother down, held a knife to my throat, and demanded my wallet. I don't recall what or why, but as I went for my wallet, my hand instead went for his knife. I ended up with the knife, surrounded by some wide white-eyed hoodlums who scattered. I think that was the day I became my little brothers hero. I know it was the day Dad decided to move back to Mena Arkansas.
Otherwise I've had a very normal life and praise God everyday. I love life, and no matter our experience, I don't think it'd be reasonable to compare one life to another. We all have value.
I thought so too. Very impressive. I'll bet Ouachita drinks Dos Equis. https://youtu.be/L-4zfsy6rsMBigfoot":33ago2cs said:Ouachita":33ago2cs said:One percenters heh??
I wasn't supposed to live past age 4. I was a "blue baby". I made it!
I think having 6 children is likely a one percent achievement.
I'm certain that having 6 children with zero overnights in a hospital counts, not including birth (now ages 14 to 27).
A barrel roll and 2 forced landings, off field, with the only known pilot to ditch 3 times in the ocean and still alive, Earl Covel.
I was flying right seat when we had a fuel starvation event at less than 500 ft AGL. I became a copilot instantly, and we found a field to land in. The Columbia MO newspaper had a picture of me on top the plane, pouring fuel in from a 5 gallon container loaned to us by the farmer. We took off on Candid Camera.
My career path, coupled with my location, has presented me opportunity to meet many remarkable people, famous and infamous. I'm not convinced this latter fact is anything more than interesting at best, embarrassing at worst, but certainly less than 1% have a midnight photograph of Barry Seal's Learstar (modified Lockheed Lodestar, often called a Lear Lodestar) belching flames out the exhaust, hanging on the office wall.
I've been in 47 of the 57 states
I've also been mugged on Beal Street, Memphis, USA. All they got was my hotel key, because the hotties from Senatobia Mississippi that convinced us to take them downtown had already taken our wallets.
I've unintentionally circumnavigated Pilot Mountain 3 times (as witnessed by another hunter over a daylight to dark period). He saved my life. I had become hypothermic. That is an interesting sensation to recall.
Back to my kids, and family health in general; we have been very blessed. None of us (8 total) have taken nor needed antibiotics for 20 years, and the only medical visits have been routine checkups or broken bones/stitches. Most of those doctor visits were me. I was an adrenaline junkie.
On sewing, I did let my best friend sew me up. We were at least 24 hours from a medical facility. Early twenties, ten foot tall, bulletproof. A 4-wheeler had landed on me, and although the bleeding at first appeared the most serious issue, broken ribs and shock quickly became something my friend had to deal with. I'm still here, again.
I held my Dads hand as he drew his last breath. This was an event I had never previously considered participating in. In hindsight, judging from the others in the room, and talking about this with others in days that followed, I'm guessing this is a difficult thing to do especially for those of us not actively engaged in a profession that witness such things often.
I was struck by lightning in Irving Texas. I ran out the front door to chase down the dog and bring in. Mom was screaming at me to get back in. Then it happened. It was like a Pink Floyd tune; comfortably numb, and I could see her lips moving, but couldn't hear the words. Between the lightning or the whipping, I should have died, but instead I'm fairly certain I saw the dark side of the moon.
A year later we lived in Houston. A gang of young men chased me and my younger brother down, held a knife to my throat, and demanded my wallet. I don't recall what or why, but as I went for my wallet, my hand instead went for his knife. I ended up with the knife, surrounded by some wide white-eyed hoodlums who scattered. I think that was the day I became my little brothers hero. I know it was the day Dad decided to move back to Mena Arkansas.
Otherwise I've had a very normal life and praise God everyday. I love life, and no matter our experience, I don't think it'd be reasonable to compare one life to another. We all have value.
Wow. That's impressive.
I knew it!Ouachita":q69qg4qf said:
