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I started my summer out by breaking all the bones in my face, so I have the summer off of work and get to relax, hang out, travel around and visit friends until September, AND I'm getting paid for lost wages through car insurance

I gave a you're hot right back...right? 'Cause dayum

Whoa, serious?!? *Searches Posts*

But what fun is that? I guess I've got a thing for public humiliation ;)

A personal ad eh? Why not, I don't think I've broken the rules on here yet 20 year old single white male looking for an 18+ skygirl. If you like pirates, I've been recently inducted. Brown hair/eye, and an eye patch

So I have a question... Are there many (any?) one eyed skydivers? I've pretty much counted myself out of the sport because of the loss of my eye since I will never be able to judge distance as well as I could before. Also I don't think I could ever do relative work or jump a high traffic dropzone because of the loss of visability, I wouldn't want to slam into someone 'cause they were in my blind spot or anything like that. Edited to add: Nevermind, hey guess what, there's a disabilities forum

muaha muahahahaha muahahahahahahahah!!

Well I figure there're some positives to having one eye. 1. Peekaboo will only take one hand from now on 2. I can train my right eyelid to stay open when I sleep to keep people from sneeking up on me 3. I have a good reason to wear a pirate eye patch I'm sure I'll think of some more later hehe Thank you all for the vibes and prayers, I really appreciate it heh, I just realised that my avatar is of my missing eye

Eener is right, the steering column came to my face, I merely met it half way. I was wearing my seatbelt correctly, I had a purdy bruise diagonally across my chest, and across my waist. The force actually tore the seatbelt about 3/4 of an inch too. My car was an '87 grand am, pre-airbag era which is too bad, but at least she had a big front end, I could be dead, or legless otherwise

It's definately made me take a look at things a bit differently. I'm thinking about actually attending church in the near future, and I don't take anything for granted anymore. I can't help but wonder what it is that is so important for me to do in my life that God spared me. Must be something special :) We will see And the camera I've been drooling over is the Canon EOS 20D. I just started getting into photography this year, but I've only had access to a Sony Cybershot T-1. I was going to get the Canon EOS Rebel XT, but I wanted to get Canons best prosumer camera. Also I didn't like the fact that the XT is made of plastic. I figure I'll get a hell of a lot of mileage out of the 20D, and maybe some day down the road I'll be able to afford a Mark II or something

Hell yeah, in order to work on the bones in my face they cut my head open over the top of my head from ear to ear in a snake type fashion. Also, my nose isn't exactly perfect anymore. There isn't a whole lot of scarring directly on my face though, besides my left nostril, it was torn a bit

hehe, you're right...it's not smart to fuck with dump trucks. However...I DID total the thing I put a mack truck out of commission with my face, who'd have thought?

Thank you so much :) Ahh, here is the link to the news report http://www.katu.com/news/story.asp?ID=77543 And some more pictures of my car taken by my dad. http://home.comcast.net/~viper.ocs/files/joshwreck.zip

Hi everyone, it's been quite a while since I've been active on the forums. Not sure if anyone remembers me. I have a few friends here though, so I thought it was about time I posted the news. On June 1st I was in a pretty serious car accident. I was in a head on collision with a dump truck on my way to work. It was raining and as I approached a terribly constructed back-road corner my car lost traction and slid into the opposite lane. Upon impact I instantly blacked out. I awoke about 5 minutes before life flight showed up on scene, after they used the jaws of life to pull me from the wreckage. Throughout the whole ordeal I kept a pretty good attitude. I remember telling one of the EMT's to watch themselves when he said "Watch out, careful he's a big guy". My eyes were swollen shut so I couldn't see anything, but I shook as many hands as I could, EMT's and life flight personell, thanking them for their efforts. I was able to open my left eye soon after being admitted into ICU at OHSU in Portland. My nurse was a fox...I let her know As far as my injuries go, they're extremely mild compared to what SHOULD have happened. Everyone involved is totally amazed that I got out of that car alive. I sustained severe facial trama after face planting into the steering wheel. Most of the bones in the center of my face shattered, including my right eye socket. A bone fragment from my eye socket tore open my right eye. The damage was too much and the eye had to be removed. My face has been put back together with 8 titanium plates. My teeth are in tact for the most part. I had a permanent retainer on my lower front teeth that was ripped away after two of my lower front teeth were knocked back a bit. There are small chunks of tooth missing from where that retainer was attached. My rear lower right molar has the back quarter of it shattered off, and my upper jaw is lower on the right side than on the left by a small margin now. All in all I made out pretty good. No loss of limbs, paralyzation, brain damage, burns etc. A side effect of getting my face smashed in is loss of smell, but that's a hell of a small price to pay for a new chance at life. I should be dead, God spared me. He's got some kind of plan for me, that's obvious to me now. My family has been incredible in all of this. Most of my family members have been visiting me on a regular basis, and they are actually starting to donate money to my paypal account so that I can buy the dSLR digital camera I've been talking about. People at my dads work have contributed nearly $1700 toward both the camera, and the bills. It's been incredible. Well, I've got a delicious looking piece of cheesecake sitting on the table here that I'm going to attempt to eat. Much love to you all

I'm not dead set on lyrics yet, but right now I think it will be about a guy whos girl left him because "anywhere is better than here". So he heads to the bus station to buy a one way ticket to anywhere

He must have learned that from my ex-girlfriend. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I think i might have dated her as well Wow, she gets around

I really should not be awake right now, but I am. *sigh* I'm working on coming up with a new song on guitar. I have lyrics...possibly, but that will come later. I have a little sample of the song so far. A little background; I just started playing guitar January of '04, though I took a long absense from it over summer. This particular song I just started working on tonight Josh Hendricks - Anywhere.mp3

The Driplet photo was totally untouched, I'm not exactly sure what caused the haze

I'm addicted to www.deviantArt.com. It amazes me how much talent there is on that site. Anyone here have a gallery on there somewhere? Here's mine http://avredline.deviantart.com/gallery

Is that like a Space Shuttle dive? Been there, done that. *rolls eyes* someone had to say it

So build on the functionality?

I'm not going to argue against the ethics of this. Yes, it is sick and wrong for an adult to have sex with a child. However comparing it to a male gym teacher having sex with with a 13yo girl has slighty different reprecussions for the child. That might emotionally scar a young girl, chances are likely that a girl in that situation only would have sex with the guy to make him happy, for a feeling of acceptance. Now, a 13 year old boy would see it in a totally different light. He will likely never beat himself up about it, instead he will brag to his friends and have a story to tell for the rest of his life. "Oh you think that's cool? I scored with my english teacher when I was 13! Beat that." That's just how it is. It doesn't make it any more or less wrong, but I don't feel bad for the kid. I had a couple teachers that I would have slept with given the chance. The teacher however needs to be taken care of. The fact that she would sleep with a child is totally wrong.

Thank you both, it was really the most meaningful experience I've had in years. I got something from that hour that I can't quite place, but it's something that will always be with me. Cemetaries aren't at all scary like a lot of people think. It was a peaceful, calm experience. Especially just after sunset with the orange-red light and cool evening air. There're a few more local cemetaries that I'll be visiting soon.

The other day I noticed the sun getting ready to set, and I decided to go catch it. I tried to get to the hills in time, but I was too late. The sun was gone, all that remained was a slight colored haze not quite brilliant enough for a prize winning photo. I decided to drive out around the country since I was there, it really is beautiful. The road I was on took me through some dense trees which blocked the near entirety of the remaining sunlight. An occasional shard of light, albeit weak, would grace my windshield. My highbeams were on, there're a lot of deer out there. I'd almost hit one once. The trees fell back as I pulled out of the wooded tunnel, and I passed a familiar drive way. Cami Woodards house, my first "real" girlfriend from 8th grade. Wow, memories. I took a good look at the old catholic church through my open drivers side window as I rolled by. I didn't feel God. There was a small ungated cemetary across the road. Something made me stop. I'd never been to a cemetary, never looked at a grave stone up close. Walking through the yard at first I felt nothing. I stood infront of each stone and tried to imagine who the person was. People from the early 1800's were buried there. Husbands and wives. Daughters and sons. Samuel and Mary Clapshaw died 3 years apart. Married 56 years. Reading the inscriptions on these pieces of granite and marble brought a sense of love to my attention. "Harrison Gibson - Though lost to sight, To memory dear." Robert and Ruth Vincent carried the same middle initial, E. Robert died at 77, after fighting WWII, and a 54 year marriage. He passed in 2003. Ruth on the other hand had no date of death. Her name is inscribed on the same stone, with a birth date only. I found that touching. So much love, and so much longing to be together. I don't expect it to be long before her date of death appears on that stone. The couples buried together rarely lived more than 3-4 years after the first died. I observed many more co-burials. Couples that spent the majority of their lives with one another could not be broken by "...until death do us part..." I spent a good hour there, reading grave stones. Learning about life, and death. I didn't feel God here either. Instead I felt a sense of family, friendship. An overwhelming sense of Love. I felt the word Love deserving of capitalization. What I saw, what I felt in the cemetary that night could not be captured on any camera. While I knew none of the people buried there 6 feet below me, I felt a connection with them. I'll never be afraid of death, not if I have a wealth of friendship and love in my life. Not if I'll be remembered, and missed, when I'm gone.

235 / 232 / 180 / 3 Bodyfat: 28% I dropped 30lbs last year from late January to early March doing the slimfast thing, and lots of cardio. Since then I have gained 15lbs back. I'm dropping again though, especially now that I've got a puppy in the house that I need to take for jogs. I can't wait to get down to my goal. Sometimes though, it doesn't seem like it's even possible