………damn Sandra Buttock—erm, i mean Bullock, nice ass.
Hi, I’m Troy McClure. You may remember me from such films as: “You’re Reading This In Your Head Using My Voice” and “I Just Made You Laugh…I Hope…Part 2”.
DAMNIT!!
Now don’t get me wrong, it was something I knew would come along with the job description. I knew I would see some crazy shit, considering the hospital is the only level 1 trauma center in pretty much the immediate bay area. Gunshot and stab wounds are not uncommon around here, and I actually found the thought of watching someone’s innards and blood everywhere as quite exciting and “real” in a sense. And it’s not like I haven’t seen someone die in a hospital before (though it was just an elderly man at the end of his road). But today was different, basically because that could have easily been me on that table.
As I witnessed these world-class surgeons trying to revive this young man’s life from the ED to the OR, doing everything from CPR to opening him up, I realized that this guy had a life, a family, maybe a girlfriend, hobbies, struggles, beliefs, maybe a religion, appointments, things he never got to do, people he never got to say goodbye to. Was he somehow thinking to his subconscious self if he was gonna make it out alive? You think about it, and being a motorcyclist getting T-boned by a dumbass driver, you don’t get much time to think about your life. Everything turns black in a millisecond, and next thing you know, you’re dead.
I could easily get hit by a reckless car driver tomorrow, or just be at the wrong place at the wrong time and get stabbed. This event made me think about God and how He/She plays a part in all this, if God does at all. Shit fucking happens, and as cliche as it sounds, it’s true that life IS precious. Don’t get me wrong, I found everything about this case fascinating, but I do admit that this event caught me a bit offguard. What a crazy world this is.
So appreciate what you have - your family and friends, love, great memories and moments, your mom or dad who works 60+ hours a week, those finals weeks where studying with friends really means not studying while with friends, good music, football, the food on your plate, and the little things that make life worth it. So maybe, just maybe, you can take all this with you when you’re gone. :]
I love you, tiniks :))))
TINIWHAT? TINKLANG! bitch.
heck yesss!!! :D
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holy crap! i didn’t know you guys did this! this is awesome. definitely proud of you guys, and i’m sure it’s a great tribute to the older alumni. well done. DAMN.
DONATE MONEY AND I’LL TATTOO WHATEVER ON ME!
I’m raising money for Third World orphanages. For every $10 you donate, your name gets entered into a drawing. Your name gets picked, you choose any tattoo for me to get. I get tattoo, kids get help, you get the glory of knowing there is a human out there with a tattoo of your face on it. Everyone’s happy. DONATE, read awful tattoo submissions and submit your own HERE!
* REBLOG - FOR EVERY REBLOG UP TO 3,000 MY DAD WILL DONATE $2
GUILT TRIP ALERT: $10 will give a classroom of kids education for one day or buy you two drinks at Starbucks.
I love 80’s hits…I also love 80 shits…so this site is a win/win for me.
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GOOD GRIEF! Not the ‘stache of all ‘staches!
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on a different note: cant Hardly wait for this weekend!!! YESSSSSSS
ALL THIS TIME I’ve been sleepin’ with HITLER????? =[ hahah
