DorkyDad was giving DorkySon a bath last night, when suddenly I spotted something on his arm.
It looked like an old scar of some kind. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Hrm,” said DorkyDad, “I’m not sure. Probably one of the tree scars.”
Long before I met him, DorkyDad broke his neck. He was in the front yard of his best friend’s house, getting a case of beer out of the car, when lightening hit a tree nearby. A branch came crashing down, and fell on him, shattering the vertebrae in his neck. He was very lucky to live.
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