He's like an uncle to me.
I don't always know what's best, but I don't want David to die.
Pray for him, if that's what you do.
I don't know how well thought out or written this is, but here you go.
A good family friend of ours, David Tate, was in a terrible motorcycle accident on Saturday, November 4th. He had been helping neighbors move and it had gotten pretty late when one of the neighbor's friends stopped by with a motorcycle. At 1 a.m. his wife, Silena, woke up and went outside to get David and he wasn't there. She asked the neighbors where he had gone and how long they had gone, but none of them were very credible sources since they had all been drinking a little. They told her that he had been gone for five minutes and had gone down to the store. She was pretty much furious with them for letting David go out on a bike at 1 a.m. after he had been drinking a little bit. She yelled at the neighbors for some time and then to make a point she said "Fine, I'll just go in the house and wait for the hospital to call me!" She started calling around and at 1:30 a.m. and she reached a hospital that had just gotten a man injured from a motorcycle accident who had no I.D. on him or anything. She went down immediately to find David there. He had torn his kneecap clear off, worn the skin off his leg down to the bone, crushed all the bones in that leg, and was said to have a broken neck. They told Silena that he would probably have to have his leg amputated and was risking becoming either paraplegic or quadriplegic. He was still lucky to be alive. On the motorcycle he had been wearing work boots, shorts, a charger jersey, and a helmet. He turned a corner and laid the bike down. Anyway, the next day came around and it had turned out that the loser who brought the bike over had stolen the bike. Luckily, David was not to blame for that. On Monday, David was said to have a 90% chance that his leg would be amputated and the paralysis was still up in the air. He had surgery on his leg and was recovering really well from it and the chance of him losing his leg dropped to 20%. They found out that his neck was not broken, but instead it was bruised and that paralysis had a chance of being temporary. With this, I gained a lot of hope. A few days passed and the doctors said that he had a 90% chance of being paralyzed from the neck down, which means that he would have to live using a ventilator. Everyone who knows David would know that he wouldn't want to live like that, so they decided that they would unhook his current ventilator and just let him go in peace. Well, last night they did so and he continued to breathe on his own. That was a miracle! You can't breathe on your own if you are paralyzed from the neck down. I felt as though that was a sign that he was going to get better. But they took all his food supply out of him and his antiobiotics and everything. Everyone is saying that he's not going to live and that he probably won't make it through the night. I don't understand how everyone can give up hope and just sit there and watch him die. If he was breathing on his own without a ventilator, then wouldn't you think you would continue to run antiobiotics through him to prevent an infection. Wouldn't you keep feeding him to make sure he didn't starve? I feel like everyone is looking for some huge miracle, but they can't see that he already is a miracle. He should not have survived that accident, and he did. They said he was for sure going to lose his leg and he didn't. His neck was supposed to be broken, instead it was only bruised. He was going to have to live using a respirator, they took him off of it and he continued to breathe on his own. Everyone keeps saying "Well, he wouldn't want to live as a quadriplegic, either." No one wants to live as a quadriplegic! But a lot of people would take that over death. I feel like David would choose to live. To make the best out of his situation. I feel like he's strong and he can make it, but not if he isn't given the proper care. I'm upset that everyone has lost hope.
If you knew David you would understand. He is so full of life. He is one of those people who would help someone else no matter the cost. He does have a tendency to get injured, but he always recovers. He's just an all around good man. He's one of those people that makes the world a little bit better.
One time, a man sliced David from his stomach to his back with a box cutter. He had to get 72 staples to fix that. You know what, though? The people that hijacked the planes in 911 used box cutters to take over. If David had been on that plane, he would have been able to say "Yeah, look at this. I've been there and done that." And he would have tried to save those peoples lives. He would have done it too. I know he would have.
You may not understand and that's okay. I just needed to type it out and get it out. A good man is worthy of recognition. He's 42 years old and I just don't think he's ready to go. Or I'm just not ready to see him go.
Pray for him, if that's what you do.
I don't know how well thought out or written this is, but here you go.
A good family friend of ours, David Tate, was in a terrible motorcycle accident on Saturday, November 4th. He had been helping neighbors move and it had gotten pretty late when one of the neighbor's friends stopped by with a motorcycle. At 1 a.m. his wife, Silena, woke up and went outside to get David and he wasn't there. She asked the neighbors where he had gone and how long they had gone, but none of them were very credible sources since they had all been drinking a little. They told her that he had been gone for five minutes and had gone down to the store. She was pretty much furious with them for letting David go out on a bike at 1 a.m. after he had been drinking a little bit. She yelled at the neighbors for some time and then to make a point she said "Fine, I'll just go in the house and wait for the hospital to call me!" She started calling around and at 1:30 a.m. and she reached a hospital that had just gotten a man injured from a motorcycle accident who had no I.D. on him or anything. She went down immediately to find David there. He had torn his kneecap clear off, worn the skin off his leg down to the bone, crushed all the bones in that leg, and was said to have a broken neck. They told Silena that he would probably have to have his leg amputated and was risking becoming either paraplegic or quadriplegic. He was still lucky to be alive. On the motorcycle he had been wearing work boots, shorts, a charger jersey, and a helmet. He turned a corner and laid the bike down. Anyway, the next day came around and it had turned out that the loser who brought the bike over had stolen the bike. Luckily, David was not to blame for that. On Monday, David was said to have a 90% chance that his leg would be amputated and the paralysis was still up in the air. He had surgery on his leg and was recovering really well from it and the chance of him losing his leg dropped to 20%. They found out that his neck was not broken, but instead it was bruised and that paralysis had a chance of being temporary. With this, I gained a lot of hope. A few days passed and the doctors said that he had a 90% chance of being paralyzed from the neck down, which means that he would have to live using a ventilator. Everyone who knows David would know that he wouldn't want to live like that, so they decided that they would unhook his current ventilator and just let him go in peace. Well, last night they did so and he continued to breathe on his own. That was a miracle! You can't breathe on your own if you are paralyzed from the neck down. I felt as though that was a sign that he was going to get better. But they took all his food supply out of him and his antiobiotics and everything. Everyone is saying that he's not going to live and that he probably won't make it through the night. I don't understand how everyone can give up hope and just sit there and watch him die. If he was breathing on his own without a ventilator, then wouldn't you think you would continue to run antiobiotics through him to prevent an infection. Wouldn't you keep feeding him to make sure he didn't starve? I feel like everyone is looking for some huge miracle, but they can't see that he already is a miracle. He should not have survived that accident, and he did. They said he was for sure going to lose his leg and he didn't. His neck was supposed to be broken, instead it was only bruised. He was going to have to live using a respirator, they took him off of it and he continued to breathe on his own. Everyone keeps saying "Well, he wouldn't want to live as a quadriplegic, either." No one wants to live as a quadriplegic! But a lot of people would take that over death. I feel like David would choose to live. To make the best out of his situation. I feel like he's strong and he can make it, but not if he isn't given the proper care. I'm upset that everyone has lost hope.
If you knew David you would understand. He is so full of life. He is one of those people who would help someone else no matter the cost. He does have a tendency to get injured, but he always recovers. He's just an all around good man. He's one of those people that makes the world a little bit better.
One time, a man sliced David from his stomach to his back with a box cutter. He had to get 72 staples to fix that. You know what, though? The people that hijacked the planes in 911 used box cutters to take over. If David had been on that plane, he would have been able to say "Yeah, look at this. I've been there and done that." And he would have tried to save those peoples lives. He would have done it too. I know he would have.
You may not understand and that's okay. I just needed to type it out and get it out. A good man is worthy of recognition. He's 42 years old and I just don't think he's ready to go. Or I'm just not ready to see him go.