
Originally Posted by
Paul in NZ
Yup - thats about it, coated in sugar but about it....
btw - let me know if I can help ya out - courage is often tied up with friends eh?
We don't know how strong we are until we face the odds. I've nearly died five times, (so far...
), according to the Docs I'm not supposed to be alive. While friends and family have expressed amazement that I could be so cheerful and positive while in that situation, they needed to understand that a large part if it was their care, their concern and their unstinting support.
Being near death with the associated pain and sickness, not knowing if you will pull through, is a lonely place to be and being able to focus on those around you is a genuine life-saver. In ICU my family and friends were a constant and at night when they had to leave I counted on the closeness of the nurses to stay conscious and positive - they gave me strength and comfort.
For me, I couldn't quit, couldn't succumb because I didn't want to bereave my family, I fought to stay alive for them. Did it work? Would I have survived regardless? I don't really know, but I gained the strength to endure from those around me and, for me, from my faith.
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
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