Read this guy’s obituary here. Great googly-moogly!
Wow, just wow!
That was a man with a lot of perseverance! I don’t know that I would have tried as hard as he did to live life with all that happened to him.
He must have had some bad Karma…
Frank Grimes lives!
Ooop, no he doesn’t . . .
I know this sounds bad, but I don’t if I would have wanted to hang around this guy… I would be deathly afraid to get in a car with him, no matter who was driving… I don’t have a death wish…
Many lifetimes worth of spiritual trial compressed into one lifetime.
That’s a lot of learning for 54 yrs.
A Buddhist would tell you it’s not that he had bad karma from a passed life.
It’s just that he was on the short path to enlightenment.
It ain’t easy - but it gets you there in one lifetime!
It turns out that in previous lives he was Hitler, Ginghas Khan, and Nellie Olson. This life was just the kharmic retribution for Nellie.
I’m not going to bitch about bad luck anymore. I bet the insurance agencies locked the doors when they saw him coming.
I’ve always prided myself on not believing in luck (good or bad), but I can’t think of any other explanation for what happened to this poor man.
Nonsense. He’d be the perfect person to hang around with, since, if anything bad was going to happen, it’d happen to him!
(…And I’m goin’ to hell for a lot more than just that remark, believe me.)
He’s smiling in the photo. 
Wow, it truly is amazing that the guy survived so much and managed to recover from so many serious injuries. I’m really surprised he managed to hang on to the age of 54 (I also have to wonder how old his brother who died before him was…hopefully that guy’s luck wasn’t as bad as his poor brother’s).
That photo was taken by the camera of a speeding police cruiser. His “smile” is a grimace of pain.
Holy cow.
I’m never going to whine again.
Just maybe, on some distant planet, a race of miserable centipede-like beings are welcoming their great statesman Plydo back… from his brief, precious sabbatical… on Earth, “the pleasure planet”.
Well, that’s how Harlan Ellison reimagined human misery in his short story “Strange Wine”.
I am never complaining again.
Ok, not for probably the rest of the day, but I mean…wow.
You know he likes to be called Grimey.
How ironic he died on September 11, too. It’s truly inspiring how he came back from the brink all those times, though. It takes a rare type of stubbornness to insist on having a normal kind of life.
Well, with billions of people and billions of accidents, some are bound to cluster.
The Scrivener, thanks. I’ve been thinking about that story lately and haven’t been able to recall the title or the author.
I dunno about the irony, but I too am impressed with his stubborness. I think I would’ve given up out of frustration long before age 54.