Ghost....This is a deep topic.
I scrolled by this one a few times because I don't think that I have anything worthy to contribute.
That hasn't stopped me before so **** it...
I served in the Army but was discharged on a medical before completing basic training so no...I never saw any military action.
I don't work in any Police, Fire, EMT or other type of service so I never have saved a life or taken one.
I have been in a few car accidents but never seriously hurt. I've seen an air bag deploy right before my eyes and walked away with only a headache. I've never lost control of a car at high speed. Never fallen from a great height, never been shot, never stabbed. I've never had to rescue a family member from an abusive situation.
It would be hard to call me a hero because I've never done anything that you'd typically call heroic.
I have had a yearning for many years to encounter a situation of importance and suddenly rise to the occasion.
I do simple stuff often.
Today I stopped in traffic to drag a broken pole from the roadway so nobody else would run over it.
I've stopped to help change tires. I stopped to help a buddy who fell asleep on the way home from work and rolled his truck. That guy had a LOT of tools and nails and everything was scattered across 6 lanes of the freeway.
One day I may have a great story where I saved someone.
Well said Kern - I feel the same as you. I am not a hero. I haven't served in the armed forces and I haven't saved people while risking life and limb. I have a deep and profound respect for our men and women who are or have served.
I do try to make the world a better place when I can and help people in need if I can. Even a smile and a friendly hello can change someone's day sometimes.
To my personal low. In 2001, I had pioneering hip surgery at the Hospital for Special Surgery in NY City. I was the first person in the USA to have this surgery; only a couple people in Switzerland had had it before I did. (My surgery had no nurses, as it was filled with other surgeons to learn and see what this doctor from Switzerland did. The surgery was filmed and photographed, and subsequently was presented throughout the USA in conferences.) Basically, they cut into my hip, popped the femur out of the socket and reshaped the bones - quite literally with what looked like a shiny Craftsman hammer and chisel! So from a healing perspective, it was much worse than a hip replacement, since all my own tissue went back in after it got beat up with hammers, chisels and saws!
Anyway, the surgery was late in the day on a Wednesday, and throughout the night I was in recovery. By Thursday morning, I was awake and the nurses told me I could push a button to inject pain killers. I didn't push the button. Later, they removed the IV drip and came with some strong pain killer pills to give me. I declined. I wasn't trying to be a hero, I simply told them my pain was manageable and I would ask for pain killers if I needed them. Well, shortly thereafter a physical therapist came to see me (I swear some of them are a bit sadistic!). She sat me up in the bed (remember this moves the femur in the hip socket), grabbed my legs, turned me sideways in the bed and let my feet drop down off the side of the bed. I quite literally passed out from the pain and fell sideways into the bed.
I was laying in bed in a quasi state of consciousness. Not quite unconscious but in a foggy, dark in-between world. While in this state, a big, heavy woman orderly shows up and roughly/ efficiently proceeds to bathe me with a sponge (including in all private areas). She also changed the sheets in the bed while I was laying in it by rolling me from one side to another. I was struggling to even stay conscious, and totally unable to do anything other than lay there and be subjected to this. Yes, she was just doing her job but I felt violated somehow. And it pissed me off that I was unable to even do anything about it. I thought: "I am getting the f*** out of here."
As soon as I regained full consciousness, I pushed the call button and requested the pain pills. The physical therapist came back at noon to check on me. I told her about going home the next day (Friday), and she laughed and said no way. I would be lucky to get out Sunday or Monday. I asked why and she said I had to pass a number of tests to get discharged. This included lots of physical things as well as, like RC's story, taking a dump. She said she would be back Friday morning and we would start on the exercises; I told her to be ready with everything. The rest of Thursday I did mini chin ups with a bar that was above my bed, trying to get my heart rate up. I took pain meds. Yes, I took a dump too. The next morning, I did ALL the physical tests. Walking with crutches up and down stairs, etc. I wanted the hell out of there and she reluctantly signed me off on all the exercises. My wife came late that afternoon and picked me up from the hospital and I went home. In retrospect, I went home too early and I suffered some from that. I had over a foot long incision that had been stapled shut. But I was home and in the care of my wonderful wife - not some cold, efficient orderly!
Anyway - I'm sure others have experienced way worse, but this is my little tale of woe...