The Tigers have left the tournament.
An old friend and I spent an hour talking about her husband breaking his neck.
He should be working out, doing physical therapy. He's avoiding it like the plague.
He has been given a rare second chance.
He's blowing it.
I offered to come up next month.
It's likely you'll be reading my blogs from Massachusetts next month.
Could any of you sit on the sidelines and watch a friend do this to themselves?
Please don't tell me if you could.
He's a proud man. Once upon a time he played Division 1 football.
He was on the starting defensive squad.
God gave him many gifts.
It was a harsh setback for him to break his neck in a fall.
It was not a "Death Sentence".
He's a bit impaired by the injury. He's not crippled.
I told his wife, if needed, I'll be up the first part of April. I'm pretty sure I'll be up there.
If he does nothing, he'll be stuck with what mobility he has. He needs to get out. He needs to walk. He needs to lift weights. He needs to push himself. I'm no paragon of fitness but I'm willing to go there and work with him.
She thinks he's "hiding" behind the injury.
I'm willing to go there, hold his hand, and lead him out if I can.
That's what friends do.
Even at the risk of his wrath.
Let him yell.
I've been yelled at by some of the best.
I'm willing to risk a friendship for this.
Bet I win.
Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.
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