Go Play In Traffic
Have you ever been hit by a car?
And I have the brain damage scars to prove it.
When I got hit by a car, I was almost the same age as my youngest child is today.
And at the time, it didn’t seem like it was such a big deal.
Even now, I joke about how my mom told me to “go play in traffic” and I didn’t want to disobey, so…
But that isn’t really what happened.
What really happened isn’t very glamorous at all.
In fact, it might not be too far of a stretch to say it could make the dumb-move-hall-of-fame.
I was hit by an F-150 truck in 1976 on a road with exactly one truck on it.
The one that hit me.
And it was driven by a teenager.
I spent the better part of the next few years in-and-out of the hospital getting lots of plastic surgery done.
Before plastic surgery was cool.
Which can only mean one of two things:
- I move slow
- I am tougher than I look
But for now I think I will stick by my story where my mom told me to go play in traffic.
It is always fun to see the look on people’s face when I tell them that is what happened.