Here’ another strike story from a friend:

Three years after his achiles tendon rupture, an able
bodied Brooklynite reassured his hyper vigilant mother
with this email: "Breathe Easy. Sonny Boy made it to work, albeit
knucklewalking his frostbitten leg  stumps over the
last 3 miles of tundra while senior citizens in
spandex power walked past him dropping nickles in his
coffee cup."