steve, you might like this true story. Years ago I was in Arkansas duck hunting with some friends. One was a former NFL running back for the Vikings from '66 thru '72. One of his teammates, a place kicker, was there. With him came a young fellow who was a gynecologist, his son-in-law I think. A few years earlier he (the gynecologist) was on honeymoon with his bride on one of the islands (Jamaica, Haiti, Bermuda, ???). One day they were in their room at the hotel when someone began trying to open the door, which was locked. This guy was in front of the door and telling the guy on the other side to go away. Guy on other side shoots several rounds through the door, hitting new groom. He was from that point on paralyzed from the waist down and, indeed, was in a wheelchair when I met him. They put him in a War Eagle boat the next day, transported him to a blind, and he killed ducks from his swivel seat. He also had a great outlook on his condition. He told us concerning his being wheelchair bound, "It ain't so bad in my line of work (gyn). It gets me down to where my work is at eye level."
As I said earlier, you ain't beat until you give up.
SRH
