My dad once cut his arm with a chainsaw. He did all the gardening and tree cutting work in our yard. I had already moved to Florida so I wasn't there, but apparently he was up on a ladder with nobody else watching him, and he slipped or something...sliced his arm up good. Fortunately my mom was home so she helped him slow down the bleeding and get him to the ER. A couple of weeks later, my mom and I were having what I thought was a routine conversation on the phone...only after a few minutes of chit-chat did she say...
"Oh, and by the way, your dad cut his arm open with a chainsaw."

Guess that was a good way to soften the scare factor for me, eh??
(Dad still has a scar, but fortunately he didn't lose any function in his arm.)
"Oh, and by the way, your dad cut his arm open with a chainsaw."




Guess that was a good way to soften the scare factor for me, eh??

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