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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Because after all, what else is a blog for, right?

ITEM ONE
[In a monotone, robotic voice] You will not be exterrrrrrrminated!

ITEM TWO
Noooooooo... really? What a motherf**king shocker.

ITEM THREE
I was listening to about 2 mintues of the second hour of today's Diane Rehm Show. The guest was Susan Edsall, author of Into the Blue: A Father's Flight and a Daughter's Return.
After Susan Edsall's pilot father suffered a devastating stroke, she was told he would never fly again. But she realized the best way to help him recover was to get him back in the air.
She made a comment early on about how the doctors had said how her father would be lucky if he managed to learn to play cards again, let alone fly.

It got me thinking. I don't want to belittle the man's story, or the similar stories of many others. Stories of people who succeed where I would probably fail. But my mind turned to the doctors in these stories. Ever notice that they're often painted -- unintentionally, I'm sure -- as these cynical people, gleefully dispensing prognoses of doom. "What? Walk again (stiffled snicker)? Guess again, Chrissy. You'll be lucky if you can ever move your big toe, let alone make it onto a wire for one last flight there, Supes. Yeah, I'm gonna tug on your cape, too. What're you going to do about it?"

Just showing some sympathy for people who sometimes get a bad rap.

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