There was a guy in my rehab hospital in '67 who had severe copper poisoning from a liver disorder. We steered clear of him because he grabbed one quad and tried to strangle him. He was pretty easy to dislike because he couldn't talk or communicate - just drool and grin. It was kind of like disliking a rabid dog because he had rabies. I find it hard to imagine us quads as a community hating someone because they are injured. If WE aren't sympathetic to our own, what hope is there for the general public to be compassionate? Even the ones who can walk, talk, and park in OUR spots. Dave In a message dated 2/3/2007 8:14:24 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
In a message dated 2/3/2007 7:25:44 P.M. Central Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: They moved him down the hall because his family wouldn't care for him properly, and all I can think of when he starts sputtering and blubbering threats at me is, BULLETHEAD! john c-5 1975 Compassion is an artform, whether a friend or a family member. TBIs, are known to change people's personalities or make them more pronounced. Recovery is rare, but sometime occurs. Now you know the meaning of Scrambling One's Medula....... Best Wishes W Dave _Visit My Home Page_ (http://www.users.qwest.net/~daveoc/index.html)
