Thursday, March 11, 2010


About two weeks after my accident, I had cabin fever and I just had to go somewhere other than to work, but I forgot JUST how bad I looked. Gerald took me to K-Mart because I wanted to buy bras which opened in front and slacks with elastic in the waist to make dressing and undressing easier.

I was on crutches, my face was still badly bruised and scarred. A little boy kept looking at me and I could tell that his mother was trying to keep him from saying something to me. Finally, he could not contain himself and he asked, "What happened to you?" I answered, "I was in the war!" The kid said, "Mommy, she was in the war." I said, "No, I wasn't in a war, I had an automobile accident." The kid said, "Why did you say you were in the war?' I said, "I find if you're funny--then it helps--I was being funny." He said, "But war isn't funny." Touche!

1 comment:

Mona Lisa said...

Out of the mouths of babes?