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WWAD NEWSLETTER.
Good morning! Hope you are off to a GREAT start!
Us? We're up to our same old nonsense.
This morning we are excited to share the conclusion of last week's episode (newsletter) and some eye-opening health rankings. Thank you for stopping by.
When we last checked in with our caped crusaders of calisthenics, they were sitting across the table from world-renowned
Mr. Brock Tuamaluga, CEO of Sign Flippers Inc., Their jaws agape as they took in the acrobatics of Mr. Brock's writing instrument. Things were absolutely fantastic right up until...
Right up until Mr. Brock lost control, his pen now flying off and catching me immediately above the right eye. Sure it hurt, but I felt bad for Mr. B. He is obviously ridiculously gifted; this had to be very embarrassing for him. I picked his pen off the floor, handing it back, I shared that I was confident that rarely happened to someone with his talents.
I was somewhat caught off guard as he did not appear terribly forgiving.
Kathryn continued our end of the discussion, as I applied pressure to stop the bleed.
He resumed flipping.
There it was again. Amazing pen stunts! Right up until he tried to flip it to his left hand. This time it flew off and caught me in the left shoulder. Surprisingly, this one hurt a little more. One of the pen's diamonds was the first part to strike me, and it struck one of the more sensitive regions of the clavicle. I screamed out but Kathryn reached over and put her hand over my mouth, afraid I would offend Mr. Tuamaluga. Liz was sweet to bring me an icepack as she noticed the blood stain on my shirt was expanding.As the pen made its way back to Peter, I moved a couple seats down, as I still could not sense much remorse. Liz and Kathryn were still mesmerized by all the spinning and flipping, but I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. It's hard for me to recall everything, but I do remember thinking, Why are all the errant flips finding their way to me?
The next one I never saw.
It may have been the clavicular pain and it may have been the blood dripping in my right eye, but initially I wasn't too concerned. Then, I looked at Kathryn and saw the expression on her, and Mr. Brock's face. His last errant toss had lodged in my neck, I was fortunate then it was just lateral to my right carotid artery and jugular vein (for those not in medicine, these are both relatively important vessels).
That was last I remember.
When I awoke, my wife Kristin, and two children were at my bedside.
Kristin was quickly trying to silence Charlie, my 11 year-old. Apparently he was asking if we could hire one of the sign flippers for his upcoming birthday party.
Kristin shared that Kathryn and Liz had just left, but they wanted me to know they secured the Sign Flipper deal for ten pilot cities. It had cost a little more that they had hoped, but they had left something for me.
On my hospital bed tray sat an autographed 8x10 glossy of Mr. Brock Tuamaluga, Founding CEO of Sign Flippers Inc.
"To My Buddy, Dave. Thanks for all the business, you are way TOO generous!"
*The science aficionados in the group have already figured out why there was a concerned look on Kathryn and Mr. Brock's face. For those of us less academically inclined, at a velocity greater than 53.2 mph (or the AIr-Speed Velocity of an Unladen Swallow), a gem-encrusted writing utensil, is able to pierce human skin and take hold ~2 cm deep into the sternocleidomastoid, or neck muscle. That may be enough to make even the heartiest among us a little queasy.
