Never the same again?

Yesterday, as I was crutching my way out of the Racquet Club, following my daily workout, an older man (much more dated than me, for sure) saw me with my handicapped attire, smirked and said in a caustic tone of voice: “You’ll never be the same again!” How nice it is to run into folks with such a positive outlook on life… He went on to say that he had hurt himself years ago while skiing in Alta and he’d never go back again on a pair of skis. He valued his tennis too much to do such a folly. I told him that I could care less and let him ride away on his crummy bike while swearing to myself that I don’t plan to be the same again, simply a whole lot better, when I hit the slopes next season.