My buddy “Jawn” from my NASA days is one of those natural social networkers. I don’t mean on Facebook, I mean in real life, and throughout his whole life. Several of his friends are on a mailing list together; I know them all in Real Life myself, and they’re all great guys. One, Hy, sent out a joke to the group today about men and power tools.
Another, Dave, commented, “Actually, had a friend who was using a table saw and sliced a big gash in the meat below his thumb. Got the wound repaired and healed and went back to his project and did it again. His wife gave the saw away.”
That, in turn, spurred a memory from me. One of my first jobs out of high school was in a small manufacturing plant. I watched one of the guys using a utility knife to cut a slot in a long piece of rubber edging slip and RAM the knife into the meat of his hand by his thumb.
Since I was the only one there not bothered by blood (even though this was before my medic days), the boss had me take the guy to the ER. The guy much preferred that I take him than an ambulance, because an ambulance wouldn’t have stopped somewhere (“anywhere!”) so he could get a couple of 12-oz pop-top cans of pain killer.
The next week, when the guy returned to the job, he was doing the same task again. And he slipped again, and gashed himself again, and I took him to the ER again.
It was my first introduction to how stupid people could be. Not that he did this, but that he didn’t learn from it. Even for a week.
You never know what little event will have a profound impact on your life, or even spark an entire career. Not just my EMS/medical career, but it informs True, too.
Remember that when you have the choice to say something mean to a kid, or say something nice/helpful/encouraging.
Jawn (aka John) also posted a riddle today, from his 9-year-old granddaughter, Riley: “What keeps jazz musicians on Earth? Groovity!” See? It really does start young.