[ SHOWGSD-L ] 1999 GVX CH Winsome's Fettucini v Cypress- Memorial
- From: <efarrow1@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <uwish@xxxxxxxxxx>, <showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 21:07:53 -0500
With great sadness, I will be doing the memorial for Angel. If you wish to
particpate , please send your donation to me before Feb. 10th.
Esther Farrow
8892 Thakeham Pl N
Cordova TN, 38016
>
> From: Barbara Galasso <uwish@xxxxxxxxxx>
> Date: 2006/01/18 Wed PM 08:12:06 EST
> To: showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
> Subject: [ SHOWGSD-L ] COACH (long)
>
> I'm resending this because people are writing me saying they can't pull
> it up as an attachment, so I'm sending it in it's regular format.
> COACH
>
>
> BY
>
> BARBARA J. GALASSO
> The hallways are alive with activity as the doctors and nurses rush to
> do their duties. People come and go to pay their respects to the ill.
> Announcements are made over the intercom calling Dr. Dunmore to come to
> floor 3. Patients are pushed in wheel chairs to their next CAT scan
> appointment. And so the day resumes as all the days before at the North
> side City Hospital.
>
> The sun tries to sneak its head through the cloudy grey morning sky with
> not too much success. The quiet peace of morning is interrupted by the
> shrieking sounds of the ambulance rushing down the street to the back
> entrance leading to the emergency room. People who live in this
> neighborhood are all too familiar with this unnerving sound of doom as
> they peek out their windows more from habit than curiosity. They've
> seen enough to satisfy their curiosity in the past, but today they bring
> a young boy in.
>
> "Doctor, our son, how is our son?" the father anxiously asks as his wife
> clings to him for support. The doctor looks tired as he comes out of
> the operating room. "Well the good news is that your son made it
> through the operation just fine", he tells the grieving, but relieved
> parents. The mother almost collapses from exhaustion. "Yes, do sit
> down", the doctor tells them. "You've been through a great deal of
> stress." "It seems when your son, was hit by that car on his way to
> football practice, it threw him and he landed on his back. He has
> extensive damage to his vertebrae, severed nerves in his legs, a broken
> collar bone and a dislocated hip. The mother lets out a gasp and begins
> to cry.
>
> "What's the prognosis, Dr. James?" the father asks. "Well I'll tell you
> Mr. & Mrs. Cromie, Johnny's not going to be able to play football for a
> very long time, if at all." He's going to need extensive physical
> therapy." "Oh no," Mr. Cromie says. "Football is his life." Mrs.
> Cromie breathes a sigh of relief just happy that her son is alive.
>
> The first few days pass and Johnny is heavily sedated because of the
> pain he sustained from the accident. When he wakes, it's decided that
> the father will be the one to tell Johnny about the seriousness of his
> injuries. The mother sits quietly by his bedside and the doctor stands
> in the far corner of the room over by the window. Dr. James is rather
> thankful for the noise that the radiator is making today as it drowns
> out some of the words that are spoken between father and son. But it's
> not nearly loud enough when the father tells his son, "Johnny, you may
> never be able to play football again." A loud hysterical shriek can be
> heard coming from Room 56. Dr. James then decides he needs to step in.
> He tells Johnny there is a 50/50 change he can resume his life with
> physical therapy. "And what are my chances of every playing football
> again?" he cries. "That my son, I can't guarantee you. Johnny yells
> at all of them to get out of the room and leave him alone. He decides
> to suffer his grief by himself as only a 15 year old boy can do. He
> sobs aloud, and even with his door shut, his broken heart is shared by
> those who walk past his room.
>
> For the next few days, Johnny refuses all food and is forced to be fed
> by IV again. He pulls the needle out from his already very black and
> blue hand. The nurses keep reporting his uncooperative behavior to the
> doctor. They send a physical therapist in by the name of Mr. Hardy to
> talk to him. He tells him that in another two weeks, they will begin
> their work. "What's the use?" Johnny screams. "I'm a cripple". "Don't
> play with me". You know I don't stand a chance in hell." He rips off
> his blankets and says, "Just look at these legs." "Where the hell do
> you think I'm going with these?" He tries to reassure the boy that it's
> his attitude that needs fixing, not his legs. "You want to get well,"
> he asks him? Then change your attitude. I'm not here to tell you son
> that you're ever going to play football again, but if you have a
> defeatist attitude, that's exactly where you will remain.....defeated!"
>
> The next day as Johnny lays staring at the TV screen, a small knock is
> heard tapping at his door. "Might as well come in," he shouts out.
> Everyone else does." Just then the door is pushed open and a young girl
> Johnny's age comes in led by a big German Shepherd Dog carrying a
> magazine in his mouth. "Hey," he screams. "What's that dog doing in my
> room, and who are you?" he demands. "Hi Johnny, my name is Cindy and
> this here is Spike," she tells him. "He's a therapy dog and he just
> loves to pay visits to see all the people in the hospital," she tells him.
>
> Spike with his tail wagging and a glisten in his eye, goes over to the
> bed where Johnny is watching him with a scroll on his face. The dog
> gently places the magazine on the bed and looks Johnny straight in the
> face and lets out a friendly bark. "Get that beast out of here," he
> sarcastically tells her. "I don't need a flea bitten dog in my room.
> Can't you see I have enough problems already? Now take him and yourself
> and get out of here."
>
>
>
> As the last sentence comes out of his mouth, the physical therapist
> comes back into the room. "Remember what I told you about your attitude
> son?" he reminds him. "It's all in your head, it's all in your head,"
> he repeats himself. You want to get better? Then change that head of
> yours." "This dog will be part of your rehabilitation. He will be
> helping you to walk again. That's if you decide that you want to walk
> again. Or you can lay there and feel sorry for yourself and never walk
> again. It's your choose. 50/50 chance? How about putting the odds in
> your favor son?" With that, Spike comes over and nudges Johnny's hand
> looking for a pat on the head. Johnny's first inclination is to pull
> his hand away, but he catches the eye of Mr. Hardy, and thinks better of
> it, and gingerly pats the dog on the head instead.
>
> The next day a wheel chair delivers Johnny to the physical therapy
> room. Mr. Hardy is waiting for him. "Good morning Johnny'" he says to
> him. "Glad to have you with us today. Let me tell you son, this is
> going to be tedious, repetitious, and painful work, day in and day out.
> There will be only one day of rest in between and that will be Sunday,
> and that's the day you pray for relief from me. I'm here to drive you
> and to push you, and I push hard," he tells the boy. "I want you to
> think of me as your coach just like you had a coach for your football
> workouts. Well this is going to be your physical therapy workouts."
> Johnny interrupts him. "Where's that big dog Spike fit into all of
> this?" he asks him. He tells him, "He's going to be your legs, your
> brain, and your direction. He will wear a harness that you will hold
> onto and he will lead you until we feel that you're strong enough to
> stand and walk on your own." We already know you're up for the
> challenge because you showed up here today for your first try out.
> Football practice is in session son. So let's get to work shall we?"
>
> The days and weeks pass by slowly with set backs and failures. Johnny
> gets more and more discouraged. But Mr. Hardy pushes him even harder.
> They put him in the water therapy tank and then take him out and massage
> his legs. They stand him up and have him hold onto the walking bars on
> the side of the mat. "Come on boy, move those legs," Mr. Hardy shouts
> out to him. His legs never budge.
>
>
>
> Mr. & Mrs. Cromie feel Mr. Hardy is driving their son too hard and
> complain about it to Dr. Dunmore. Dr. Dunmore has a talk with him about
> it. Mr. Hardy tells him, "Sir, this boy's got a physical problem. We
> all know that. But I need to re-train his thinking again. I must get
> him out of this "I can't do it anymore attitude. I know what I'm doing
> here sir." Dr. Dunmore say's "alright Mr. Hardy. I trust you. You're
> the best in the business. If this boy is to walk again, you're the man
> for the job." Mr. Hardy corrects him and says, "Sorry to disagree with
> you Dr. Dunmore, I won't be the reason Johnny walks again. It's all up
> to him. It's in his hands. He has to have the will to want to walk
> again. I can only give him the tools to do it with."
>
> One day Spike is lying on the floor when Johnny comes in for his
> physical therapy session. Something is different today. Normally
> soothing, relaxing music is playing. Today is different. Today Johnny
> hears an old rock and roll song blaring over the speakers. It's music
> from his parent's generation but he recognizes it because it used to
> play in the locker rooms before a football game. He hears the familiar
> pulsating beat of CCR singing but for some reason, he can't quite
> remember the words today. Spike decides to get up from his resting
> place and goes and pushes the boy in the behind. "Hey, watch it before
> you make me fall, he yells at the dog. Mr. Hardy watches silently from
> a distance. Spike nudges him again and this time, takes a little nip at
> him. "What's the matter with this crazy dog, Mr. Hardy?" He asks him.
> Mr. Hardy just shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "I don't know." Spike
> goes behind a chair and Johnny sees he's picking something up and when
> he turns around, he sees he has a football in his mouth. "Hey, be
> careful with that, or you'll puncture it with your big teeth, Johnny
> says angrily.
>
> Spike drops the ball about two feet in front of Johnny and starts to
> bark at him. Then the dog goes to the boy and starts to pull on his
> pajamas. "Hey, Mr. Hardy this dumb dog is going to make me fall," he
> protests. Mr. Hardy says, "Looks to me like he wants you to play with
> him," he says and continues to do his paper work. Spike barks at Johnny
> again and pulls at his pajamas even harder this time. "If I could only
> get my hands on you," Johnny says. He can feel his face flush with
> anger. Spike picks up the ball again and stands there looking Johnny
> straight in the face with that never ending wag of a tail of his
> challenging him to try to take the ball from him.
>
> Johnny tries with all his might and feels himself start to fall.
> Naturally his physical therapy aides are there with him through this
> whole ordeal. He shrugs off their help, and he concentrates with all
> his might as the dog continues to stare at him with that confounded
> football in his mouth. Johnny is mumbling something to himself now.
> Again he tries to move his legs. The aides are watching as they witness
> a small half of an inch movement of his legs pushing him forward. They
> look over to Mr. Hardy, and he stops them from saying anything by
> raising is hand in the air and the other he brings to his lips
> indicating for them not to say a word. Johnny pays no attention to them
> as he focuses on Spike with the ball in his mouth. Another half inch
> he propels his body forward. And then another half inch. And then
> another. He is now one foot away from the dog. The dog walks up to him
> and drops the ball at his feet. As Johnny starts to collapse, his aides
> catch him. With that he turns to look at Mr. Hardy who gives him a
> wink and a "high five" as he hears the final lyric to the song he was
> trying to identify earlier..............."Put me in coach, I'm ready to
> play........today."
>
>
>
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