+2A Little Story My background is that I had a very bad road accident in 2001 which resulted in my brain being very damaged (I was told that every part of the outside of the brain had been damaged). The Hospital was not expecting me to survive, and then that I would never get out of bed, and then that I would never be able to walk or use my hands and legs, and then that I would never be able to walk or work. Well luckily I am here, I can walk and use all my limbs. I was unconscious for 6-weeks and when I woke up I had no memory at all of anything. I was not able to speak, read, write, move,,,As far as I was concerned, then, the hospital was were everybody lived. Thankfully that has improved a great deal, I can read, write, walk, look after myself. I don't drive, initially the doctors cancelled my driving licence as they felt that with my head injuries I was very likely to pass out in stress full situations. Since then the Doctors who treated me have said they do not see anything to suggest that I have that problem so 'why am I not driving?' I never enjoyed driving so I haven't approached DVLA to re-new the licence. Before the accident I had an Honurs Degree in Electircal and Electronic Engineering was and IT Manager and Consultant for Europe which does not mean anything anymore and I would never wish to return to that industry (If I could!). I had a memory come to me after I had gone home, which was about the accident and my dying. Initially I felt that, at that stage, I knew that I had a damaged brain and that I thought that it could make the brain provide all sorts of nonsense, so, initially I didn’t believe it. I remembered that I had dyed 3 times. In the first and third I could remember that what I sore was very black – I couldn’t see anything anywhere just black and I was standing still with no were to go. I now that this may be totally wrong but I think that this may be a type of ‘hell’. You are in one place not being able to move, not seeing anything, not hearing anything; spending eternity in that manner I could imagine that could well turn out to be hell! On the second time, I remember going to heaven. What I can remember was that it was very white and I felt very peaceful and comfortable – ‘there seemed to be no problems anywhere or with anything just comfortable it felt ‘natural?’. There was a gentleman standing in front of me and not letting me move any further. There did not seem any trouble or any problem but he just stood there. He wasn’t saying anything. The one thought that came to me when I sore him, was that, in my mind, he did not appear to be a person that lived in our world (Earth). His face seemed different than anything I could imagine would have been in our world. A little way after him, there was a person who I felt was Jesus (I seemed to now that he is the man I was speaking to!). He appeared to be looking in a set of pages. He seemed to be going through them and checking names. Then he came to one and he read my name, and then continued looking through the page. He seemed to find what he was looking for because then he said “in my plan you are not meant to be here for some time. In the plan it says that you are going to be helping people during that time”. At this point, I turn around and walked away. The next thing I remember is waking in a hospital bed and then falling asleep almost immediately. In the brief time that I was awake, I had a quick check on myself and I found that I could remember everything and then regarded my stay in hospital as a brief interval in getting better and then going back to work!
+1many people have very short tiny legged dogs the rest of the body of the dog is normal but their legs are tiny! how come that?? is that a natural species of dog or created by human? it is ok to do so?
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+7Two thumbs up for any female who is comfy in her own skin. No makeup, mousse, gel or spray. Doesn't matter if you don't shave your legs or pits.. Ha!
What are your thoughts about parents who slap their son's legs and thighs when dressed in short trousers.By the way, my father slapped my legs while I remained in short trousers until I left school at 18. Have you ever had your legs slapped? It is very painful and I always cried like a baby. Daddy would make me stand on a chair and raise the legs of my short trousers in turn and either apply his hand or a leather strap making the backs of my thighs very red and sore. The redness would last for one or two hours after the slapping so others could see that I was punished this way.
+17They always say when you get old, first thing to go are your legs, or eyesight. In my opinion this isn't true, first thing to go is parallel parking! amirite.
0Skinny people: it sucks when you drop something and try to catch it with your legs, but it just falls through. Amirite?
+2If you're a male, at some point in your past you hid your thing between your legs so you would look like a girl in the mirror.