Reading a couple of stories about disabled military personnel reminded me of this.
Several year ago, my father had knee replacement surgery. He was about 84 at the time.
Besides my father, I know two other people who have had knee replacement. To say that the post surgery physical therapy is painful, is an understatement.
As you can imagine, my father was doing his PTall bubbling and smiling whining and compalining. Finally someone came up to my father and told him to STFU and that he should consider himself luck. The man was a Marine who had lost his leg to a land mine.
According to my mother, the physical therapist said that she had never seen such a change in attitude. My father became the most obedient and obliging patient she had seen.
So what is your story of perspective?
Several year ago, my father had knee replacement surgery. He was about 84 at the time.
Besides my father, I know two other people who have had knee replacement. To say that the post surgery physical therapy is painful, is an understatement.
As you can imagine, my father was doing his PT
According to my mother, the physical therapist said that she had never seen such a change in attitude. My father became the most obedient and obliging patient she had seen.
So what is your story of perspective?
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