Goldenrod
I live for the CABE
I was riding with my bike club when we stopped for lunch. I met a wood working teaching (partner) from thirty-five years earlier. I asked him about a story I heard about himself and a burning car.
He was was driving behind car that was hit by a drunk. He told his son that he didn't have to help. He left and started to drag burning people from the car until it exploded. His son pulled him out. The rest of the occupants were burned up. The drunk was unhurt.
He was on crutches because of a useless foot. Unrelated to the accident, he got a rare disease (condition) that ate up the bones in his one foot so they moved around and made his foot into a stump.
Because of our summer work together, I built a wood shop in my basement and this has been my favorite hobby ever since. He never knew this. Chance meetings change lives.
He was was driving behind car that was hit by a drunk. He told his son that he didn't have to help. He left and started to drag burning people from the car until it exploded. His son pulled him out. The rest of the occupants were burned up. The drunk was unhurt.
He was on crutches because of a useless foot. Unrelated to the accident, he got a rare disease (condition) that ate up the bones in his one foot so they moved around and made his foot into a stump.
Because of our summer work together, I built a wood shop in my basement and this has been my favorite hobby ever since. He never knew this. Chance meetings change lives.
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