If I may add my near death experience, which happened when i was 13.
My dad asked me to get him some tobacco, now i could have gone to the corner shop which was 100 yards away, but seeing my brothers and me were doing our turn of the evening dishes, i decided to take the bike and go to the furtherest shop, so when i came back the dishes would be done.
Well i didn't come home for 13 months, while riding home a drunk in a car flatten me, tore the leg off below the knee, serious head injuries, plus many cuts and bruises.
The bones in the leg became infected and i spent 13 months in hospital, then two years in plaster and then had to learn how to walk again.
So i you ever meet me and see me limping along you now know why.
I did make a full recovery but now at my age, some of the leg joints don't do as they should, and the strange thing about it i suffer more in summer, the winter cold has no effect on the joints at all
My wife tells me lovingly of coarse, that she always thought me strange, and it is probably that I'm a (Dutch, Clog Wog), ment in the nicest way.
Leon
