My cousin shot me in the leg with an arrow, my best freind did the same thing to me, but in the middle of my back. Fortunately, the bows were only about 15 lb. pull and the arrows bounced off. My best freind did it by accident. My cousin was a bully.
I ran over that same freinds head with a plastic tobogan when he failed to move out of the way. But you have to understand, he was laying in the bottom of the gravel pit and I had called down to make sure he was ok. he said he was. The hill was so steep that once you started, there was no stopping until you got to the bottom. Even if you lost it, you'd roll the rest of the way. He knew I was comming and watched the whole time. I didn't understand why he didn't move out of the way, or why he was mad at me when I ran hime over. He chased me for a while, but I was the faster runner, especially when I thought he was going to do me bodily harm. He got over it and we remained best freinds.
I also caught a friend by the ear while casting. I didn't know it until he hollered "Stop pulling! You got my ear!" It was the first time I'd ever seen a peirced ear on a guy.
Have no fear though. For every one I got, someone got me as well. I believe the same is true for nearly every adventurous, or normal male who grew up in the forests, fields, and rivers of U.P. Michigan.
I could go on and on and on with similar stories. Got hit by a car while riding a motorcycle, fell out of trees and off or three-story roofs, did a back flip over a kid who darted out while I was roller-skating backwards (never touched the kid and did a perfect back fall, avoiding injury). I tore numerous jackets while jumping off of playground swings, much to my mother's dismay. And I used to jump off of a twenty-foot cliff and roll out of it in the sand below, because I enjoyed the sensation fo free-fall. And then there are the times skiing behind cars on hard soled shoes, on icey roads, and jumping from snowmobiles into snow drifts, etc., etc., etc.
Why I never died, or got injured... And people wonder why I believe in my Heavenly Father. That's the only explanation I can think of.
I mean, have you ever been thrown over someone's shoulder and landed on a hardwood floor because you were too close to the edge of the mat? I did end up with a cracked rib, once, while in Judo. But that's the extent of injuries in a very exciting life. And don't ever let anyone talk you into a ride on an aluminum, flying saucer sled, attached by a twenty foot rope to an eighty mph+ snowmobile on crusty snow. I think I was too afraid to fall off of that one. That would have been very bad. It was very fast, thrilling, and utterly foolhardy.
All of that makes cutting my thumb seem kind of boring somehow.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North