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For as long as I can remember, my dad was in the home building industry. The Bureau of Labor Statics explains:

“Construction workers often work with potentially dangerous tools and equipment amidst a clutter of building materials; some work on temporary scaffolding or at great heights and in bad weather. Consequently, they are more prone to injuries than are workers in other jobs.”

My dad’s fall off 16′ of scaffolding just before Christmas 2001, when I was a senior in high school, was pretty bad. (Though the time he pulled a 3′ nail out of the meat of his thigh in front of me was kinda gross, and the numerous nerves he’s lost in some finger tips from the table saw, and the time he pulled his finger out of socket and it got all blue and nasty…ok, nuf of that I suppose.) From what I know, the ankle fractured and after one bad surgery and then another to correct it, he was left out of work for over a year. His foot would ache even 6 years later, but he was back on the ladders 6, sometimes 7 days a week (Did I mention he celebrated his 55th birthday this year? -though, no, you don’t look at day over 30, dad!… and ya’ll, I’m almost not exaggerating, I got good genes, lol!)

Friday morning my ol’ man took another fall, though not as high up, that did worse damage to his “good” leg. I won’t go into gory details, but suffice it to say it will be a long process, probably more than one surgery to reconstruct everything that is broken/fractured (he’s already gone through one surgery to “set” the leg).

Why am I writing about this? As you know, I almost never mention family members in my blog out of respect for their privacy. But I’m going to go out on a limb here (hope you don’t mind, fam!) because I would like to ask that any one who prays please make mention of this man if you think of it. He’s still got a family to support and if I know him, having to wait and rest and heal can be hard on him. He’s so tough and works so hard, almost too hard, and I just want nothing but comfort going his way. My dad raised me by himself, and when its all said and done, he’s really pretty much my hero. I and the rest of his family, my step-mother and siblings, are likewise concerned for him and could use any prayers/thoughts/vibes for healing and support and trust in God’s plan and all that good stuff, cool?

Thanks, pals.

This entry was posted on Saturday, December 8th, 2007 at 10:51 pm and is filed under Faith 'Flections, Relatives