Never got laid

recently lost my shit at my wife in front of my kids. Ample F bombs included.

Wow, I'm surprised. Reading your politics threads you strike me as a gentle kindhearted person.

After meeting him a few times, I am surprised.

After meeting him a few times, I am surprised.

Worst day of my life, hands down.

Fall of 2000, we're harvesting corn, and I am running wagons back and forth from the field to unload. I like to use the antique tractors for jobs like this, just to keep them working. (Who am I kidding, all my shit is antique, even me) Both my boys are helping out, riding along. I use our smallest old John Deere to take an empty gravity wagon to the field, and come back with no full one, so both boys are standing on the tractor tongue. Stuff I did growing up all the time. My youngest starts fo fall off- its about a foot to the ground, no snow, soft grass, he's bundled up in a work coat, but he doesn't want to fall, so he kinda pivots around on one foot. Well, his coat gets snagged by the tire, which pulls him through between the tire and the fender and whips him down between the front and rear tire of the moving tractor. I slam on the brakes, and stop before I crush his head with the rear tire, but when he came through, his legs were whipped around, and he hit his shin on an angle iron holding up a step. At first, he stared at me and I at him, and all was okay, then he stood up. Screaming and crying, I couldn't calm him down. Carry him to the car and drive to the ER. Sure enough, broke his tibia, more of a dent than a break as four-year-old's bones are still very soft. Full-leg cast and wheelchair. He soon gets a walking cast and does really well, even swims over Christmas at the in-law's in AZ. By soccer season, he's running full tilt, and can't remember which leg he broke. He ended up being one of the fastest kids he played with in any sport, no ill effects.

While we are in AZ, of course everyone asks about the cute kid running on his cast, and I'm still pretty emotional about nearly killing my own son. Guy at the pool tells me that he did just that, ran his son over with a loader tractor and crushed him. I almost lost it. Having to call my wife and tell her was the worst.

I haven't told too many people what happened, it actually is tough to recount nearly 20 years later. To think what we could have missed out on...

Worst day of my life, hands down.

Fall of 2000, we're harvesting corn, and I am running wagons back and forth from the field to unload. I like to use the antique tractors for jobs like this, just to keep them working. (Who am I kidding, all my shit is antique, even me) Both my boys are helping out, riding along. I use our smallest old John Deere to take an empty gravity wagon to the field, and come back with no full one, so both boys are standing on the tractor tongue. Stuff I did growing up all the time. My youngest starts fo fall off- its about a foot to the ground, no snow, soft grass, he's bundled up in a work coat, but he doesn't want to fall, so he kinda pivots around on one foot. Well, his coat gets snagged by the tire, which pulls him through between the tire and the fender and whips him down between the front and rear tire of the moving tractor. I slam on the brakes, and stop before I crush his head with the rear tire, but when he came through, his legs were whipped around, and he hit his shin on an angle iron holding up a step. At first, he stared at me and I at him, and all was okay, then he stood up. Screaming and crying, I couldn't calm him down. Carry him to the car and drive to the ER. Sure enough, broke his tibia, more of a dent than a break as four-year-old's bones are still very soft. Full-leg cast and wheelchair. He soon gets a walking cast and does really well, even swims over Christmas at the in-law's in AZ. By soccer season, he's running full tilt, and can't remember which leg he broke. He ended up being one of the fastest kids he played with in any sport, no ill effects.

While we are in AZ, of course everyone asks about the cute kid running on his cast, and I'm still pretty emotional about nearly killing my own son. Guy at the pool tells me that he did just that, ran his son over with a loader tractor and crushed him. I almost lost it. Having to call my wife and tell her was the worst.

I was working on a farm one time and we went to another farm to pick up one thing or another. My boss told me that that farmer's kid was killed when he got caught in one of those olde tyme hay elevators and got torn apart. And then he pointed to the elevator where it happened. Yikes!

K, that is gut wrenching.

I bought ice cream from Culver’s for my wife and I and ate it in front of my stepson when I knew he would want some.