My Father Fell

My father fell.

Yesterday morning at 9:30 my 58-year old father stepped out of his house, slipped on the ice and broke both of those bones in his left leg. Ouch!

Luckily he had his cell phone and called 911. He then layed on the ice for a half hour in the rain until the ambulance came.

He's home already.

Sounds bad, but this country at this time is a pretty cool place. Fall down, call for help, someone comes; home the next night watching dvds. Not too long ago he would have layed there and frooze to death. If found, the doctor's biggest decision would have been what saw to use to cut the leg off. Then infection would have gotten him. At the least, he would have been hobbled for the rest of his life, but that's ok because at 58 he'd already been way past the life expectancy of that time.

Not here; not now. Unfortunately, too much of the world is living in that earlier time. I'll leave it to the comments section to debate why that is. Hint: It has nothing to do with US greed.

Stay You.

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