The story of Grondy reminded me something... When I was still a biology student, I had to make some chemical synthesis which took me almost a month to complete. At its last stage I had to make pass the whole product by a large glass funnel filled with boiling water. The product was passing through very slowly, drop by drop, and suddenly I remarked with dismay that the funnel is not fixed to its support and that it starts to wobble! Iif I won't do something quickly, my precious product will be spilled out and I will have to start all from the very beginning! So I did the only thing I could still do: I grasped the wobbly funnel with my right hand. And then drops of boiling water started to drop, one by one, on my right forearm! I could of course yell and let it go, but that would mean that I will destroy the resut of a month's work! So i clenched my teeth and I continued to support the funnel with my hand.. and all that time drops of boiling water were falling one by one on my forearm! After VERY long five minutes all my precious product finally passed through and I could let go the *** funnel. But my victory was dearly bought: I had a burn which took over a month to be healed! Happily, I have no ugly scar, only a nice whiitish one, almost invisible. And I am rather proud of it - after all, I WAS rather steadfast!
Another accxident I had during that time happened when I jumped out of a tram and my right foot slipped and I broke one of its bones. I had to have a plaster cast during three weeks, but after that time the bones were still not healed and the doctor said I must have cast for still some weeks. And I was to be a leader of a holiday student group going to Greece! I was never in Greece before and I always dreamed to see it. So I decided I will go, and I simply bound my foot very tightly with many layers of cloth and put on my good old hiking shoes, ankle-high, made of very rigid leather. Nevertheless, my foot still hurt a lot, but I was able to walk, and I was glad I can see Greece! And then on the third day we came to the Mount Olympus... and, in spite of pain, I climbed up Olympus almost to its very summit! It was wonderful! And, best of all, from that day on my foot stopped to hurt and never ever gave me any pain again! So my foolhardiness must have pleased ancient Greek Gods, and they rewarded it!
nn[Edited on 11/12/2002 by Eryan]