Holy smokes, we have some "broken" people here. I had some close calls in life and went through playing rugby with a broken nose at 17, broken arm at 44 and a torn calf muscle at 46, but that's it. I missed half a game with the broken arm and missed two games with the torn muscle.
I think at any age, we should be cautious and protect ourselves the best we can. The consequence of a bad decision or the laps of concentration in a risky activity can be real bad. And then you have the situations that is out of your control where another person's bad decision turns your live around.
The picture below is not meant to be mocking anybody. It is meant for those who still are healthy to keep your awareness high and be thankful that you can do things that others may struggle a bit with.
You can say that again. Bunch a broken geriatrics and semi-geriatrics. LOL.
Knock on wood so far in my life of 63 years I've had very few accidents and have never had any broken bones whatsoever. Just 3 incidents I can think of:
1. As a teenager while out with class on a drawing assignment I decided to show off my daredevil stunting abilities on my chopper bicycle going downhill (on grass) for the amusement of others. Bad idea. I decided to show them "No hands trick" while traversing the decline. Somewhere along the middle of the decline I let go of the hands on handles and put feet on handles to steer. ((((BAMMM)))....Next thing I knew I lost control, ended up on grass sliding along with bicycle just ahead. Long and short of it, bottom landed on brake lever and punctured my bottom. Yes I now had two holes. That was my first experience of having to get stitches but luckily no broken bones.
2. Again as teenager, racing around the block on bicycles. I was winning but wanted to take the edge around a corner blindly. As I swung around the corner low and behold I ran into a car coming in my direction (one of them old hard iron cars).....I was on the wrong side of the road of course. Anyway I slammed into the car hitting feet and whatever else and landed on bonnet. As a crowd soon emerged wondering if I was dead or alive they put me to sit down on the pavement. I literally saw stars. They asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I said no (afraid of hospitals) but I was still took.
Long and short of that one....Was laid up for a bit but still no broken bones. I think I have strong bones.
3. Somewhere in my 20s after a long Friday night lime in my then favourite watering hole/pub and after many beers I headed home (this about 2-3am now) from the city to home some miles away. Along the way I was between nodding off and awake, catching myself every so often but not wanting to pull off at the side of the road, just wanting to reach home. I was almost there.
.....Just about a few minutes away now (3-5 minutes) from reaching home via the highway I must have dozed off for a few seconds or so. The next thing I knew I abruptly woke up to the car shaking. Half the car I believe was off the road on the roughage which caused the shaking. Natural instinct I veered to the roadway to get back on, car lost control, skidded eventually smashing straight on dead centre onto a light-pole on the opposite side of the highway, landing plump into a deep gutter on the side there.
Luckily someone saw what happened, stopped and approached and following that a few others.
I was out of it for a bit but could hear voices asking again if he dead or alive. Car was a total wreck. I still have a picture of it. I was again took to the hospital bleeding profusely from my face but feeling numb. At the hospital they wouldn't let me look at my face. They thought it would be best not to have me look. Ended up getting about 16-20something stitches...Eyelid etc. That was a bit scary as I thought I may have lost an eye and I wouldn't look too good with one eye.
Again I was laid up for a bit but would you believe again no broken bones? I healed up famously quickly (somehow I seem to be able to recover from whatever quickly...maybe is tiger blood) and after just after a couple weeks (about 2-3 weeks I think) I was back out to work.
And there it is, my adventures.