Ouch is right but you should have seen the look on all the faces of the people in the ER waiting room when we walked in. Priceless! She wasn't hurt and only my hand was, but the mess it made out of our faces, hair, and clothing sure got everyone's attention. And hey, I've been to the ER more times than I care to admit, but the VIP treatment on this trip because of the way we looked was awesome. Being the guy that would normally be what you see in the movies where I'm one of the poor fools waiting in the long line behind the velvet ropes at the night club, it was really cool to walk right up to the bouncer, get the cool rock star nod, ropes moved, and strut right in.Ouch....!
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Sure, it cost me a great career, but I've made a few bucks with my new parlor trick. Plus, who would ever mess with a guy that can put a cigarette out on his finger without even a flinch? The donor nerves didn't take as well as we hoped but if I ever decide to become a drinker, I will never have to buy my own drinks at the bar.

I've cut the story down quite a bit since I have to tell it a lot now. I don't really get into the details anymore about how it was a battery operated styrofoam little toy with an 8 inch prop, sitting on my counter, or how it happened indoors or anything like that. I figure, why bother everyone with all the details. People are busy and I don't want to take up too much of their time with the unimportant stuff. Now I just tell people I was hit by a plane that lost control, or that it happened in an accident when I rushed over to save my daughter's life by jumping in front of the oncoming, out of control plane. Sure, it makes me sound really Awesome and like a total hero, but it's not about that. I just don't want to bog them down in all the details.