Today’s Just Jot Janury prompt is, “limp.”
My dad walked with a limp. It started Korea when he got shot in the leg. They put a plastic artery in his leg – very innovative for the early 1950s. Then they shipped him around to major military hospitals for doctors to view the leg work.
Once his leg healed, he hardly noticed the old injury. He continued his military career, including a tour in Vietnam, until 1969. The leg didn’t slow him down until he got older. By the time he was 70, he walked with a cane most of the time, but he kept walking.
In 1993 he was in a major car accident which broke two vertebrae in his back and put him in the hospital for several weeks, then a wheelchair for a few months. He also wore a Frankenstein looking “halo.” It looked like this:
They had a ramp built to the back door which he used while he was in the wheelchair, but a year later, he rarely used the ramp.
Both of his legs were worn out by the time he was 80. The plastic artery prevented him from getting a knee replacement. His legs hurt at night, and he heard keeping a bar of ivory soap between his sheets might help. He said it seemed to. He had a walker, but preferred to use the cane. Climbing the three front steps to the front door was like climbing a mountain, but he only used the back ramp if he had groceries. Then he’d pull the groceries up in the big laundry basket on wheels they probably got a yard sale. But most of the time, he climbed the front steps, slowly to focus on balance, one step at a time.
Now, my dad is in heaven with mom. He doesn’t walk with a limp. He flies!
In case you didn’t know, my dad inspired the title of my blog,
“Anything is possible.”
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January 22, 2021 at 6:10 pm
January 22, 2021 at 8:39 pm
Thanks for reading, my friend. I’m glad you loved it.
January 22, 2021 at 6:39 pm
What a force of strength!
January 22, 2021 at 8:42 pm
He certainly was. I didn’t appreciate him nearly enough when I was young, but my appreciation and admiration for him has grown steadily as I research and write our family history.
January 23, 2021 at 6:01 am
He had a rough time. Vietnam was such a waste of health and life
January 23, 2021 at 10:22 am
I agree that it was a waste of health and life – so much suffering. My dad was haunted by it for the rest of his life. The more I read about Vietnam, the more I have come to be in respectful awe of those who served there, especially those on the front lines and the ones who tried to mend their broken pieces.
February 16, 2021 at 11:00 am
A beautiful connection with your Dad here, and it’s lovely to know he inspired your blog title.
February 16, 2021 at 8:05 pm
Thank you, Ka. The connection is so different since he died. I don’t see him clearly or smell his aftershave, but I feel his presence and teachings in deeper, more spiritual way.