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LadyEllen -> RE: Surgery (6/8/2009 2:31:08 PM)
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some more of the bright side T
my grandad, as was common at the time, left school young - although uncommon for the time at the age of 9; his dad (the nutter who fought the Zulus as a teen, the Boers as a man and who volunteered for WWI as an old man (rejected for some reason) couldnt support the family - wife, my grandad plus six daughters.
Anyway, he went to work at 9 as an apprentice and worked his whole life to age 65, saving and investing on the way - doing it all the "right way" and rising to become a properly qualified mechanical engineer.
One week before he was due to retire, he was called to fix a carpet loom. So, in he goes and starts fixing it. Then, some halfwit switches the line back on whilst he has this loom partially disassembled. The shuttle shoots at high speed, as it is wont to do - but unfortunately the bits that stop it and return it are no longer there. It rips through my grandad's stomach.
He very nearly dies, but they save him. But this is 1965 and medicine has only got so far and he has to wear a colostomy bag the rest of his life - 30 years of it.
If you only have to put up with it for a few weeks or months, youre a lucky guy.
And as my grandad always said, "you learn real quick who your friends are when this goes off in company"
Sweet dreams
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