| What are you kidding?? Its like any new experience in life. Take it for what it is, and make the best of it. Anything less is, well.. beta. And missing out.
I shattered my heel in Iceland a few years ago. (Note: After your skull+spine, and then your pelvis, your heel is THE WORST bone in the body to break. DONT BREAK THIS ONE.) I wont get into exact details, but lets just say it involved copious amounts of alcohol, some illegal stimulants that are bad for your game, a plastic light-saber, and jumping off the roof of one of the coolest bars in Reykjavik, right over the heads of everybody standing in line. Probably one of the stupidist things I have ever done in my life, but hey, drugs + alcohol = stupid.
Anyhow, I spent months in a cast, and was on crutches for over a year and a half. It took nearly three years before I could run normally again. I still have issues with it, tho Im pretty much back to normal. (really, DONT break your heel.)
I spent three weeks in acute, agonzing misery, stuck on a couch. I did not sleep for the first three days back from the hospital. I was in constant pain, I had fucked up a rather hard yet lucrative job doing concrete repair work on a dam way up in the mountains surrounded by glaciers, waterfalls, and an enormous ice covered volcano, and all I could think of was how shitty everything was and how bad I just wanted to go home. Yeah, it sucked.
But suddenly, right when I could sort of start hopping around the house, I rearranged my mindset. Why should I be miserable? I was only making everything worse. There was no reason I had to go home. Sure, I was going to lose some money, but I had already made a ton of cash, and now I had the rest of the summer to enjoy Iceland for what it really is.
So I hopped on out of the house, and made my way down town, and got a beer. Then the pain hit me, and I hobbled half way home before I nice old man picked me up in his car and drove me the rest of the way, even carrying my crutches as I clambered up five flights of stairs back to my couch.
But I was determined, and the next day, I did it again, only this time I stayed longer. Each day, I moved around, and within a week I was pretty much a constant sight downtown, hopping around with a giant cast, wearing a big army backpack and just crutching around town, taking it all in.
Eventually, I scored a road trip with two Icelandic musicians, and got to see more of the country than I ever would have had a chance for, had I been at work. They loved my spirit, and I was a total chick magnet, even compared to the steely-blue-eyed lead singer with the voice of an angel. Every town we went into, it was me who scored us a place to crash at night, just doing my thing, hopping around like my foot wasnt broken and chatting up every girl I saw.
By the end of the tour, I had ascended rocky trails to majestic waterfalls, shagged a girl in a hotspring, clambered out on a rock in the open North Atlantic to smoke a bowl, and danced partied in every town on the way out and back again. Those two guys made me famous when we got back to town, or rather, I made myself famous, and they just spread the word.
One of the things that really hit the women the whole time I was crippled, was my sheer tenacity and who-the-fuck-cares attitude as to being handicapped. I didnt care how far we had to walk, I was in on the trip, and besides that, I quickly found that I could double my stride with those crutches; people had to run to catch up to me. Girls found this INCREDIBLY sexy. Here was a real man, half animal, half good luck stopping him. Pure confidence. They told me as much when I was fucking them back in my little rented pad, my broken foot held carefully aloft the whole time.
Funniest thing, I ended up scoring one of the few true 10's I have ever met in my life... an absolutely stunning woman from Munchen, Germany, during this whole ordeal. She too, was intrigued at first by my supposed handicap, and then, by the fact that I was in no real way hindered by it after all. In fact, it was me who ended up saving her ass, and not the other way around, but thats another story.
Later back home in Denmark, I had a girl remark that I was "the gazelle of all cripples" after I dashed off on my crutches thru a crowded club to buy a round of drinks. Even more points for me, that the barman carried most of my order back to the table for me. For some people, that would have come off as handicapped and needy. In this situation, with my confidence (and the fact that I would have certainly managed on my own somehow), it was just pure social proof. People went out of their way to help me, sometimes I just smiled and said "no thanks, its really not needed," and other times, I was more than happy to be waited on and let others see it. Its all in the attitude.
In the end, I learned some valuable lessons. 1. Dont fucking jump off of roofs while drunk and stoned, you are NOT spiderman, and breaking bones sucks! 2. Being "crippled" is almost purely a mindset. Some people take it badly, and victimize themselves and feel sorry for themselves and generally suck, and then you have people born with no arms who drive around and dress and eat and play guitar with their FEET.
3. You can turn any disadvantage into an enormous opportunity, simply by adopting a massively confident and positive mindset, overcoming the adverserity through strength and perseverance, and by showing everybody else how successful this really is.
Hopefully you will be so lucky as to experience as much as I did, and to learn as much, as well. Oh yeah, and after doing essentially 10,000+ dip-thrusts everyday, my upper body was RIPPED!
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