Another David Story

I can't tell you how many times since David's accident that I have asked the question, why? I've written about it, on here and on Facebook. I've received many comments on the subject ranging from its Gods plan to just "things happen". There is still no definitive answer as to why he's lying in TIRR struggling with weaning off of a ventilator, and going through extensive rehabilitation, all caused by an accident. Myself, and many others know David well. We have all felt sorry for him, and for the condition he is currently in at some point. I know I struggle with it daily. I feel sorry for him, his immediate family and yes, I've even felt sorry for myself, because there's a chance that we might not ever get to do the same things that we've done in the past. But, do we really KNOW David?
I was asked to share this story with you by a good friend of David's. He asked that I tell this story and share with everyone just WHO David is, and just where Davids mind is.
Craig Lackey has been staying with David one or two nights a week since the accident. Craig, I can never repay you for your generosity, kindness and the love that you have shown for my brother. Last Thursday night Craig showed up a little later than usual at TIRR. When he arrived David was asleep, so he and Sharon sat and talked for a little while. When Sharon left David woke up and he and Craig talked for a little while. David asked Craig if he could do something. Craig said sure, and asked if he needed his face wiped off, suctioned, or what. David said "no, come closer". He then went on to tell Craig in a whisper, that he was upset about his roommate. Craig asked him why, thinking that he was bothering David somehow. No, David responded, he said that he was worried about the guy because not one person had come to visit him since he showed up last week.
If your not crying right now, know that I am. David is lying there damn near paralyzed. On a ventilator. Neck broke in two places. A huge Halo device restricting any movement of his neck, along with four screws screwed into his skull. Hasn't stood in a shower in six weeks. Hasn't gotten to go to work. He hasn't gotten to lie beside a warm beautiful female. He has to be fed. He has to have nurses clean him. He hasn't bellied up to a bar, and had drinks with his buddies. He hasn't gotten to pull up to Sonic and get the sweet tea that he loves. He didn't get to go to the NASCAR race that he had season tickets for.
But guess what? Do you think he's feeling sorry for himself? Nope. He's just being the guy that we all know and love. He's being David. The generous, kind, and loving person that has been a father figure to at least 7 kids that I know. Spending time with them playing games and taking them places. Giving them money for things that their parents didn't have the money to spend it on. He's been a generous friend to so many of us, most of the time never asking for ANYTHING in return. He's a dedicated family member, always showing his love for those closest to him.
Here he is, lying there with all the above mentioned going on in his head, and what is he doing? He's worried about the guy through the curtain. Someone that he doesn't even know. Someone that hasn't had anyone come see him in a week, and David's figuring out how to make the guy feel better, and telling Craig that he's worried about him.
David my brother, you are a blessing to know. You are an example of just how we should all be. I love you.
Wendell