Mostly. The dog ate the chunk of meat he took. I was such a skinny little kid they could not do a graft. They called in a surgeon from Orlando to work on me. None of the Dr.s here had a strategy because of how much flesh was missing and how mangled the wound was. I was running so when he chomped down, So it tore my leg out of his mouth making for a nasty mess. I could feel a chunk of back thigh meat which was torn and dangling, bouncing off of my calf as I ran. Only flight or fight chemicals kept me from collapsing before I made it in the house.
100s of layered sutures working from the inside out. I think it took him 8hrs? Months before the scar tissue filled in the area where the flesh was missing. I was in a half cast a good while. My weird gate due to the injury was one of things that got me picked on and bullied. Karate and kickboxing rehabbed it and cured the muscle imbalances and weakness. In time I used that leg to kick bullies in the head. 💀
At 18, while at a college party, he came to the aid of a friend who was being beaten by several young thugs. The friend took off, and Sanders was kicked and punched and dumped into a garbage can. He was in a coma for three days and given Last Rites.
It really is true that "what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger". Hasn't happened to me though. Everytime I almost died, I've come out of it feeling weaker, becoming less and less of what I formerly was. Maybe I need a coma
Oh, I did read the OP but forgot it today. Pardon me. Anyway, I think you can understand my saying what I did if my idea of the thread is from the title (which IS kind of misleading).
PS I did relate my own near death experience about 2 pages in.
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