I used to love playing table shuffleboard. I had a coworker at the wholesale plumbing supply house we worked at that did also. We would stop at a bar on the way home which was not far from our office.We would play shuffleboard for thirty minutes to an hour. I was married and my friend Dwight was still single. He could stay out as long as he pleased. One morning Dwights mom called me to tell me that he had fallen asleep at the wheel and ran off the road. She said he ran off the road, went down an embankment, and then slammed into some trees. He had to be cut out but he was using his seat belt. She said he had several broken ribs as well as a broken leg. One arm was broken and his head was cut very bad. She told me the name of the hospital where he was patient. I asked her to call me if there was anything other than praying I could do for him. I promised her I would visit with him after lunch when she said the doctors were still doing test. That afternoon I went to the hospital. The nurse at patient information said that he was in a recovery room in intensive care. She said I could pay a short visit. When I walked in Dwights room, he looked awful.One leg was in traction and one arm was in a cast. His head was wrapped except for the eyeholes and his mouth wired shut. With his good arm Dwight picked up a pen and a tablet on a table next to him. He wrote about a page telling me all about what he remembered happening. Then he wrote a little more. I grabbed the tablet and took a seat and wrote as much as he did without looking up. When I did look up Dwight was frantically gesturing for me to hand him the tablet. He wrote, "I can hear you idiot! " Boy, did I feel dumb.
