Tougher than you

We’re transporting a 9-year-old who was riding his bicycle when a car hit him square.

“Hey, buddy, I have to put a needle in your arm.”

“Nooooo!”

“I have to.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes, it is. It’s going to hurt a little, but it’s not as bad as the chunk of leg you’re missing. That hurts, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t want a needle.”

“I know, but I have to. I want you to keep your arm still. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“If you move, I might miss and I’ll have to do it a second time. But if you hold still, I’ll only have to do it once, OK?”

“OK. Let’s get it over with.”

And with that, he’s got a 16-gauge in his arm.

All you bad-ass gangbangers who, without fail, cry wail for their mommas when you get shot: you can borrow this kid’s nuts the next time we meet.

3 thoughts on “Tougher than you”

  1. Sounds as if his stoicism develops and he will be better able to handle life’s curves and cliffs. Good. We need a bunch more like him in both genders.

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