Nearly Death, sort of
When i was 12 my father was an account manager for a catering firm who had contracts for ships and oilrigs. One of the ships galleys he had to oversee was on one of the two largest ocean going tugs in the world, at that time, which had just berthed in Leith.
For a jolly, we left the house dead early on saturday morning and he took me on board and i got to meet some of the crew & see the ship.
He then promissed to take me back through to Leith the next day to see the tug leave but he never appeared that Sunday morning. I was pissed off but thought "well that's Dad for you".
It wasn't until the police phoned to say he had been hit by a lorry when he crossed the motorway central reservation after hitting black ice. He was in intensive care (for weeks)and the car was a right off but it was the passenger side which took the brunt of the impact.
Looking back now, if he hadn't been a lazy bastard and thought "I can't be arsed picking up my son and hier and spend quality time with him" , I would be, in all probability, dead.
Although back than I didnt think of anything other than blagging the icecream from his hospital meals.
He still suffers from his injuries.
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Tue 30 Nov 2004, 21:43, Reply)