When my oldest brother was hit by a car, he was confined to his chair in the living room for weeks. There he sat with a shattered shin bone, in terrible pain, high on Dilaudid. His wife would bring him a load of freshly washed laundry every morning before she left for work. By the time she got back he would have it folded. It took him the whole day sometimes because he might be vomiting from the pain or pass out from the painkillers. But he did it because it was what he could do. For a while it was all he could do.
Now he's farming a thousand acres and owns a tractor trailer for hauling grain. Not being useful might be a temporary condition. People need to be aware of that...
Now he's farming a thousand acres and owns a tractor trailer for hauling grain. Not being useful might be a temporary condition. People need to be aware of that...
