Sunday, April 11, 2021



Well, at 5:29 PM, on a windy and sunny Sunday late afternoon, how are y'all? The rain most of the day yesterday was fun. The result was no weekend hike for me.

Life, Such As It Is, Update

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had her spring break week, of paid time off from work (4/5 – 9). She endured. The front porch flower bed area is, at least, cleaned out. She did other stuff, but not too much around here. She does the best that she can.

I am still drudging along, in my work-at-home, Monday through Wednesday, and at office, Thursday and Friday, routine. I survived. Monday was our usual every-four-week chiropractic appointment. I wonder if I'm enduring another setback, in a countless number of setbacks, to go forward. This one involves my left shoulder. I will know, in a few weeks. I endure.

4/8/2021, Thursday, was Holocaust Remembrance Day. Did you remember? I did. "Band of Brothers" was on TV last evening. That was fitting. I will not get into the historical details now. You are able to research all the factual details. It happened – despite what the fake propaganda claims.

4/9/2021, Friday, was my next-to-eldest brother's birthday anniversary. (I am the eldest of four sons, of Earl and Betty Ferrell.) I called him, after work. We talked for a while. His family and he are doing well enough. I know other details, which I will not post here.

4/10/2021, Saturday, would have been the birthday of my mother-in-law, Phyllis Ann House Gordon (4/10/1941 – 4/30/2017). Almost four years have passed, since she went Home. I remembered. “Maw” Gordon, as I called her, was a good mother-in-law. My wife and her Gordon family endured well enough. It gets a little easier, as time passes. I wonder what my mother-in-law and my mother (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell), along with so many others, are doing now. I know that they are having more joy at Home than we are here – on this speck of dust. Hey, Lord, when will you call “everyone out of the pool?” We, well most of us, whom I know, are ready to go Home, to join so many others! We will wait, since you aren't coming back today – well, unless you do in a few more hours.

Yesterday, ironically, we received a postal letter, regarding the speed bump plan. About eight months ago, in the warm weather, a neighbor instigated an effort by Knox County, to install two speed bumps in our little subdivision. (They call them speed humps, which is a euphemistic expression.) Months went by. I assumed that the petition phase had stopped the insanity. It, apparently, did not.

Today, I took a little time. I finished a letter to Knox County, which I started yesterday. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman bought the extra envelopes and stamps that I needed. We have 22 neighbors, in this quiet and peaceful subdivision. Tomorrow, I will have, with flag up, in our mailbox, 23 postal letters. One goes to Knox County. The other 22 go to our neighbors. (I could, of course, hand deliver to our neighbors, but the post office needs the money.)

Well, we'll see what happens. I may win. I may lose. Our subdivision does NOT need the speed bumps! Either way, I AM STANDING – against the bureaucratic insanity, which a neighbor, who went overboard, inspired last year.


This is a brief update only. I have another article, on “Corona Myopia,” etc., in my mind. Supper, however, is almost ready. It's 6:15 PM. Let's eat!

Monday, April 05, 2021




With apology to William Shakespeare (from “Hamlet,” spoken by Hamlet, written about 1599 - 1601), I decided upon the title for this article. I'll start with a little “life, such as it is,” update.

Life, Such As It Is, Update

My truck decided that he needed a new battery on Saturday. I got him one, after using the battery charger a few minutes. I hauled trash first, before getting the battery. I always keep the engine running while hauling trash. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had already been out, visited her family, before her Dollar General and IGA errands. The car gets the next battery very soon.

Today, 4/5/2021, started Mrs. Appalachian Irishman's week-long, spring break, paid vacation. She might get some work done around the house and yard. I still work at home Monday through Wednesday and at office Thursday and Friday, as the insanity continues. Mainly, we had our every-four-week chiropractic adjustments today! I think my adjustment will help my left shoulder “whatevers” that have bothered me, since 3/29/2021.

I apologize for my digression! Let's get back to the subject at hand!

Fact Check of “Farcebook” Fact Check

Should one be shot or not be shot? The peer pressure is on! Everyone, from birth to the day before death, needs to get the new cold virus shot! That's the trend, in the socialist media.

I have a real life friend, who is also a “Farcebook” friend. On Good Friday, my friend re-posted a link to the following 3/14/2021 article. The main website is The Truth About Vaccines. The specific article is: Vaccine vs Virus: Fatalities Skyrocket as COVID Vaccines Increase, by Ty Bollinger, on The Truth About Vaccines, 3/14/2021. “Farcebook” had, initially, labeled my friend's re-post as not verified. (I saw it that way first.) Afterward, “Farcebook” dropped the not verified tag. “Farcebook,” apparently, corrected its error. They still do not like truth that gets in the way of their agenda.

I decided to dig, to fact check “Farcebook.” I found that “Farcebook” was right, to correct its initial error. My friend's re-post is correct. The following is the proof that I found, on 4/3/2021.

The proof is straight from the USSA Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). Their CDC Wonder information takes some work to get what you find. I did the work. I have the 288-page landscape PDF downloaded on my computer. The basics are:

These results are for 1,911 total events.
Query Criteria:
Date Died: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021
Date of Onset: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021
Date Report Completed: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021
Date Report Received: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021
Date Vaccinated: Dec. 2020 to Mar. 2021
State / Territory: The United States
Vaccine Products: COVID19 VACCINE (COVID19)
Suggested Citation:
United States Department of Health and Human Services (DHHS), Public Health Service (PHS), Centers for Disease Control (CDC) / Food and Drug Administration (FDA), Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) 1990 - 3/26/2021, CDC WONDER On-line Database. Accessed at on Apr 3, 2021 3:39:10 PM

The CDC facts are that, from 12/2020 through 3/26/2021, 1,911 people died after having taken the new cold virus shot. The 288-page landscape PDF that I have parses out details. You can find the same details as I did. I did not read all 288 pages. I didn't want to take the time.

USSA cumulative total, as of 3/31/2021: the CDC COVID Data Tracker verifies the following new cold virus shot data:

Total doses: 158,662,022.
People who have had one dose: 102,502,483.
People who have full (2) doses: 58,362,945.

1,911 divided by 102,502,483 means that 0.001864345% of people, who had one dose, died due to the dose. The various types of shots are safe enough. The variance between 3/26/2021 to 3/31/2021 is only five days.

(Note only: the re-post that I cited above is based on VAERS data, on 3/14/2021, from the same CDC website that I checked, on 4/3/2021. The death total that I saw, on 4/3/2021, was higher than the 3/14/2021 article.)

My fact check of the initial, then removed, “Farcebook” fact check is confirmed. “Farcebook” removed their error correctly. “Farcebook” had to accept CDC VAERS data.

The Question

The question remains: to be shot or not to be shot? First, the risk is low, but the risk exists.

Another source (UPDATE: CDC Reports 1,637 Deaths Following COVID-19 Vaccinations, on The Epoch Times, by Celia Farber, 3/6/2021, updated 3/10/2021) has data from the CDC that compares the new cold virus shot fatality rate to the influenza shot fatality rate. They did some number crunching that I will not do again. You can read their number crunching. It is a good article that includes quite a bit of data and percentages.

An influenza shot could and has killed, in low percentages. (I have taken influenza shots over the last several years. I didn't take one at my last annual physical. My doctor and friend agreed that I did not need to do so.)

A new cold virus shot could and has killed, in slightly higher percentages than the influenza shot. The risk is low. I know folks, who have had their new cold virus shot (or shots). Aside from feeling a little puny, everyone I know has survived.

Second, the new cold virus cannot be forced upon a person – yet. We still have some freedom, in the USSA, don't we?

Finally, the answer, for me, is that I freely choose to not be shot. Am I a second class citizen of the USSA?

USSA New Cold Virus Passport

Yes, I am, or I will be soon. The socialists are driving the new cold virus passport agenda. If you want to be fairly free, you will need a new cold virus passport that verifies that you have had your shot (or shots). I found three articles, as proof. I list them, by title only, with each link. Each link has several details.

Coming Soon — Vaccine Passports Will Determine Where You Can Go and What You Can Do. The article was published on 3/29/2021.

The Biden administration is developing a national coronavirus 'vaccine-passport' program for Americans. The article was published on 3/29/2021.

Think Global Vaccine Passports Are Scary? Wait Until You See What’s Next. The article was published on 1/6/2021. (The socialists have been working on this a while.)


Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has had her two-round new cold virus series of shots. She felt sickly a day or two after the second shot. She has not grown that third ear – yet. She is a USSA first class citizen. She has her new cold virus shot card. That is her passport.

I will remain a second class citizen. Any government agency or business that refuses my reason for being there -- due to not having a cold virus passport -- will feel the educated and eloquent wrath of my glib Irish tongue. I can imagine, eventually, going to dine out together. The restaurant may refuse me, since I will be a second class citizen. My wife and I will eat there anyway – if they want to make some money. My logic and glib Irish tongue will win.

The USSA Socialists are forcing their control very quickly. The new cold virus passport is another tool that they are using to control the sheep. I have bull-headed herd immunity against their efforts. I STAND. Join me? Many of my readers STAND. Other readers may need to grow a backbone. I hope they do.

Thanks, friend, for re-posting an informative post. It inspired this article.

Sunday, April 04, 2021

HE IS RISEN! (published 4-4-2021)


I wonder if, by God's providence, my “bionic” left shoulder “whatevers,” which started on 3/29/2021, kept me from doing much today. I do not know. God did not tell me.

By faith, however, I have written. I hope that you will be inspired.

Faith by Sight

A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Then Jesus told him,
“Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:26-29, NIV)

The inspired apostle John recorded the details, centuries ago, for us. His inspired words are still alive today. The scene was after Jesus had risen from the dead and had been seen by many, except Thomas. Thomas went quickly from doubt to belief, by seeing Jesus, in his resurrected body. The evidence was overwhelming. He could doubt no longer.

Life on Mars

The motivation for the title of this segment, “Life on Mars,” is from a dear relative, who had written a deep and meaningful poetic thought by that title. The stylistically well-crafted words involve the hypothetical situation of a person -- having been frozen in state and transported to Mars – who was awaiting to be thawed, to meet her Maker. “Resurrection has come” is one line.

The poetic words conclude, “Frozen people sent to Mars; frozen planet life in jars.” We are temporal life in jars (i.e., everlasting souls in physical bodies). The soul (i.e., who we are, really) is everlasting. Eventually, we get out of our “jars,” and we “float to Mars” (i.e., we go HOME, to meet our Maker)! If we are ready, we have a pleasant and welcoming meeting. If we are not ready, the meeting will be unpleasant judgment.

Temporal Life in Everlasting Context

I have a friend and sister in Christ. Her husband is enduring a serious trial. My 3/29/2021 article mentioned, and was inspired by, his wife and him. On Good Friday, she, in complete honesty, expressed her thoughts at the time. She wondered why the trial befell her husband. She desires earthly justice for evil people. She knows that God is in control and that, in the end, it will work out. She referenced Romans 8:28.

The following are two segments, from my still incomplete and unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.”

2. Relational Scar (written 8/29/2016): “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Rom. 8:28 NIV). “And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief” (Mk. 9:24 KJV).

If God has providential will, and He does, and if He knew how the timing of Mom’s illness and death would affect me, and He did, then why did He allow it to happen? (As a sidebar, since I am where I am, due to Mom’s death, why did He not cause 18-year-old “chicklet” to delay her trip by even two seconds, to not time her failure to yield perfectly, so as to hit my ol’ truck and me?)

EVERLASTING PERSPECTIVE (started 9/9/2016; finished 12/31/2020): I know that our permanent Home in Heaven will make all the evil we endure in this life appear in proper perspective, a fleeting moment compared to everlasting bliss.

My book, once finished and published, will include many more details and theological points. My friend and her husband, who is my friend, are enduring a trial. It is hard, as I know, to place the here and now suffering into everlasting perspective. They are managing. I am managing. This weekend would have been a great opportunity for House Mountain hike #178. Whatever I did, or didn't do, or didn't do correctly, on 3/29/2021, has bothered my left shoulder area since then. I felt too “busted up” to visit family, etc., in my home town or to hike. It's a bit depressing. I'll get over it. I will do what I didn't do this weekend, eventually. I am patient.

Patience is a key. Step by step and day by day are keys. We look forward, not backward. We accept, with some “fussin' and cussin',” the trials here. We endure. We hope and know the future. The future is getting out of the “jar” and meeting our Maker!


Иисус воскрес! Воистину, он воскрес! (Jesus arose! In truth, he arose!) This is how the Russian believers greet each other on Resurrection Day (i.e., Easter, as we call it). They call it “Pashka.” Russian Orthodox Pashka will be on Sunday, May 2, this year. (They follow the Julian calendar, not the Gregorian calendar.)

Faith is by sight. Thomas saw Jesus. He believed and knew. Faith is also seeing, by knowing, the yet physically unseen. I see Jesus by knowing faith. I will see him, as Thomas did, eventually, but not today.

I have faced two major faith trials in life, since we returned from Russia. The first involved my mother's illness (on 12/28/1999) and going Home (on 12/27/2000). The second was and is my 3/29/2016 ongoing “fun.”

Jesus said to Thomas, “blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” I have not seen Jesus – yet. My mother, and so many others have. I believe based on my knowledge. The evidence is overwhelming. I have doubted. I can doubt no longer. The Truth is out there. I see Jesus. Do you know the Truth? I hope so. If not, you are welcome to e-mail me. My e-mail is in my website heading.

I hope that you are having a happy Resurrection Day!

Friday, April 02, 2021



The time is right for a deeper article. The focus is on the everlasting, not on the temporal.

Atheists' Day

Apparently, Atheists' Day is an actual day for atheists. According to one website, it is April 1st every year (unofficially). According to an atheist website, however, it was 3/23/21 this year. I think that atheists are confused.

Mrs. Appalachian's 2008 Honda Civic has acquired a ding on the right front passenger door, on the top frame for the window. I had noticed it late, on 3/31/2021, while placing our new automobile insurance documents in her car and my truck – after she'd gone to bed.

On Thursday, 4/1/2021, before she left for work, I asked about the ding. She speculated that it had been there a month or so. She wasn't at or in the car. She had noticed it, without telling me. I had been checking our car, over the last several weeks, as I do at times. I had not noticed the ding before. Well, it must have been the ding leprechaun that did it.

Later, on 4/1/2021, when my wife was at work, and I was working at home, I heard a noise. I looked. Amazed, I saw that a 2021 white Nissan Altima had appeared in our driveway! It had appeared out of nothing, from thin air! April fools!

The fool says in his heart, 'There is no God'” – Ps. 14:1; 53:1, KJV. That sounded harsh, King David. It was not harsh. It is inspired truth. April 1st is annual Atheists' Day. They are foolish enough to say that they know there is no God. An agnostic speculates whether God exists or not. An atheist is convinced in his foolishness that God does not exist.

From nothing, nothing comes. That is a basic point of logic and common sense. If there was ever a time when nothing existed, then nothing would exist now. Something exists now; therefore, something, or someone, had to have always existed (eternally).

The space time reality, called the universe, has not always existed. The Second Law of Thermodynamics, as well as observation, established this fact centuries ago.

Since the universe is not eternal, then someone must be eternal. That someone is God, in three persons: the Father, the Word who became flesh as the Christ, and the Holy Spirit.

To the lower right of my website, you will find my Religion/Apologetics references. I suggest, for deeper study, that you search those websites, for detailed proof that verifies: the God of the Bible exists, the Bible is his inspired word, and the Word became flesh, as the Christ, who died and rose again – completing God's eternal scheme of redemption.

I have read, written, and spoken (publicly and privately) on the topic many times. I have offered to engage in formal debate with a local atheist. He backed away. If you would like to contact me, for personal conversation, my e-mail address is on my website heading.

A new car does not appear, spontaneously, in the driveway. Something did not come from nothing. The wise KNOW and believe (faith by knowledge, not blind leap) that there is a God.

Good Friday

It is finished, Jesus stated, as he died on the cross (John 19:30). The three words are profound. God's eternal scheme of redemption was finished. Before he created the heavens and the earth, God had always known (as he is omniscient) that his plan to save mankind would happen, in time.

From creation, to Adam and Eve's sin, to the forming of Israel, to the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ Jesus, our Lord and Savior – God's eternal plan took time. “It is finished” now. The plan is in place.

Freedom of will grants two choices: accept the Good Lord's free gift offer and live accordingly or reject it. Our Lord opened the door. Have you walked in? Many of my readers have. Some may not have. If you have not, please walk in.

Resurrection Sunday

“Easter” could have origin in a name for a pagan god or gods, or it could have origin in an early German word for resurrection. Answers in Genesis has a detailed article on the topic. (See “Is the Name 'Easter' of Pagan Origin? By Roger Patterson, 4/19/2011.)

The Russian word for “Sunday” translates as “Resurrection.” I choose to call “Easter” “Resurrection Sunday.” The option is not a matter of faith. It is my preference.

It is verified. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus, the Christ, arose! He was the eternal Word (as the triune God). He had been born of a virgin. He lived. He was God incarnate. He was sacrificed, as the perfect atonement for sin (that had entered this world, by Adam and Eve succumbing to Satan's temptation). HE AROSE! He lived in the flesh again, for several days. He then ascended, to heaven. HE OPENED the door for us to join there.

The atheist has laid an egg. He is wrong. I hope that he discovers the Way, the Truth, and the Life, before it is too late for him. I can help him, if he would ask.

Resurrection Sunday is not an annual celebration only. It is a daily celebration of life – everlasting life.


Temporal life (on earth) is a blink of an eye. We are everlasting creations. We were born (came to exist). We will die physically (our soul separates from our body). Our soul resides in either a place of paradise or torment – until Christ returns (to call everyone “out of the pool”).

The temporal (time) will end. The living and the dead, the dead first, will receive everlasting bodies, and we will go HOME, to our everlasting home in heaven – if we have accepted the Good Lord's free gift offer. If we have not, we will go to everlasting punishment.

Everlasting life is, well, everlasting. We are everlasting creations. I place the good and the bad in life into everlasting perspective, as the apostle Paul has taught us: “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory” (2 Cor. 4:17, KJV).

Happy Resurrection Sunday, upcoming, in two days! HE AROSE. HE LIVES. HE LIVES IN ME. Does He live in you?



I did not intend to write this article today, on Good Friday. Postal mail yesterday and e-mail today, however, set my thoughts into motion. My fingers decided to start typing.

The USSA slide into “democrat socialistic utopia” is becoming a free fall, rather quickly. The following are three examples.


We are on the newsletter e-mail list of USA (USSA) Senator Marsha Blackburn (Republican, Tennessee). We received a newsletter this morning. On 3/30/2021, she sent a letter to the Secretary of USSA Department of Homeland Security and the Acting Director of USSA Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). Apparently, ICE has promised $86,900,000 Monopoly money to, Endeavors, a Texas-based nonprofit. The purpose is to “house about 1,200 illegal immigrant family members in hotel rooms.”

According to the letter, in 2018, Endeavors received $38,000,000 in contributions and grants. Almost $22,000,000, 57.8% of that, paid salaries. (That is amazing! Endeavors is a profit for salaried staff.)

The cost to house 1,200 illegal immigrant families, for six months, is about $71,000 per person. “For a family of four, that amounts to a shocking $284,000 – enough to buy a small house.” (Well, it would buy a good sized house around here.)

The “democrat socialist” goal is not to secure the border. It is to allow illegal aliens to flood into the USSA. The goal is to water down the conservative population of the USSA. They are winning.

Money Tree

Senator Blackburn, on 4/1/2021 (Atheists' Day), had questioned the first President of the USSA (Biden), on the $2,000,000,000,000 “infrastructure plan.” Her main critique was that six percent or less of the Monopoly money would be used for roads and bridges. She had other valid points of criticism also.

Earlier today, on Good Friday, Senator Blackburn, with two others, introduced the Paving the Way for Rural Communities Act of 2021, as “a tax-free alternative.” The details do not indicate the allocation or re-allocation of Monopoly money, as far as I took the time to search. The proposal indicates the removal of various government red tape items.

Senator Blackburn and others are trying to stop the printing press from making more Monopoly money. I hope they succeed.

Apparently, if the USSA President states that two trillion dollars ($2,000,000,000,000) – which the USSA does not have – will be spent, then I assume that he knows how to grow a “great new deal” of dollars on a money tree. Otherwise, the printing press will continue to print more and more Monopoly money. Eventually, the dollar will be as worthless as . . . .

As a point of further interest (pun intended), Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I received our American Rescue Plan Act of 2021 payment card today, on Good Friday. We do not need the Monopoly money, which had to have been borrowed from China, etc. I hope, when we deposit the payment card in our bank account, that we help rescue America. The country needs to be rescued.

Money does not grow on trees. It is, however, printed away into devaluation. The World-O-Meter U.S. Debt Clock and US Debt Clock both still click away! I like the second website. It looks better. The number are close enough to matching.

Stock Market

I have been wondering why the Stock Market has not been tanking into a bear market. I had speculated that the socialists are beginning to take over the Stock Market. It turns out that I was correct.

By postal mail, on Atheists' Day, yesterday, we received requests to vote by proxy, regarding an item in our IRA portfolios. (We get them about once a year.) I shred and recycle them without reading, usually. I took the time to read this one. I'm glad that I did.

From “Buffett's Berkshire opposes shareholders' climate change, diversity proposals,” on Reuters, by Jonathan Stempel, published 3/15/2021, it seems that Warren Buffett -- age 90, controlling shareholder, Chairman, and CEO, of Berkshire Hathaway Inc. -- urged shareholders to reject the proposals, made by certain shareholders, that would require annual reports, regarding the efforts of the corporation to address “global climate change” and to promote “diversity and inclusion.” (It's not global warming anymore.) Those two items have been part of the socialist agenda a long time.

I decided to dig a little deeper. I found several items that support my speculation. One, among several, is Task Force on Climate-related Financial Disclosures. From their website, “As the Earth’s temperature rises, increasingly common natural disasters are disrupting ecosystems and human health, causing unanticipated business losses, and threatening assets and infrastructure. In response, governments and private sector entities are considering a range of options for reducing global emissions, which could result in disruptive changes across economic sectors and regions in the near term.”

The above entity includes Climate Action 100+. From that website, “Launched in December 2017, Climate Action 100+ garnered immediate worldwide attention. Designed by investors for investors, the initiative aims to ensure the world’s largest corporate greenhouse gas emitters take necessary action on climate change.”

The more one digs, the more one finds. I dug more. I found more. You can do the same. The following are a few organizations that support the ones that advocate “global climate change” and “diversity and inclusion” factors in the Stock Market: Climate Works Foundation (which is supported by its financial contributors), Children's Investment Fund Foundation, Sea Change Foundation, etc.

The Socialists are becoming an ever increasing force in the Stock Market. In the long-term, that is bad for the USSA. In the short-term, our IRAs are still holding their own. We may be able to retire eventually – depending on how fast inflation starts eating into our nest eggs.


This is still a Good Friday, folks – despite this article and the red bud or dogwood winter that we are in now.

My next article will place this temporal triviality into everlasting perspective.

Monday, March 29, 2021

MY 'BIONIC' JOURNEY, SO FAR: 3/29/2016 to 3/29/2021


On 8/26/2016, I wrote my first article, on the subject. The article is "I'm Still Alive – Why?"

That article was my seventy-first article. This article, published on 3/29/2021, is my two hundredth article. In the one hundred and twenty nine articles that I have written, in between 8/26/2016 and 3/29/2021, I have commented on various aspects of my ongoing “bionic” life. My 3/21/2021 article, by short title, "My 'Bionic' Excuse," included three X-rays. If you haven't seen my “pretty pictures,” feel free to look – only if you are not too squeamish.

In this 200th article, I will summarize main details, perhaps adding a few new items along the way. My purpose is not simply to “tell my 'bionic' story.” I have a friend and brother in Christ, whom I have not met yet in person. He is in the early stages of his ongoing recovery. His malady is different than my multi-trauma (as they call it) has been. The stages of ongoing recovery, however, are and will be similar. I want to inspire my friend and brother in Christ. His recovery may be quicker than mine, which is ongoing, for about five more years or so.

I hope that my readers, in general, are inspired also. Never give up! It is step by step and day by day.

I will set the details in stages. Afterward, I will write concluding remarks.

Stage One (3/29/2016 – 5/4/2016; 36 days in two hospitals)

The following is a segment from my yet unfinished and unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.” I had written the segment, on 8/24/2016, very early in my still ongoing recovery.

On 3/29/2016, Tuesday, life as I had known it ended. I was driving home from the office. An 18-year-old female -- who had no auto insurance, no income, and no resources -- failed to yield to my right of way. She turned left, directly into the left front quarter panel of my truck. My ’95 Nissan truck died. I almost did. After 36 days in two hospitals, I came home on 5/4/2016, to continue the multiple weeks of recovery and physical therapy. My upper left arm, right knee, and right foot have a combined 25 metal pins or screws in them. My brain managed to slosh back into place fully. My left eye recovered fully. My job was held open, for when I would be able to return, from my “sabbatical.” Despite a still swollen foot and ankle and stiff knee, I can walk, with a limp, even without the crutch (for a short distance).

On 8/24/2016, I have written again. It was my attempt to find a way to overcome the absolute boredom, of staying indoors, with still no truck to drive – even if my damaged right foot would have allowed.

I did not know that I was alive when the surgeon repaired my shoulder and knee. My brain had “sloshed back into place,” in time for me to speak with my surgeon, before he repaired my right foot. That was on April 13th. He knew that I hiked. He said, “you will hike again. It may not be until the fall.” From his words, I had speculated my full and complete recovery later in 2016! I was wrong. I am still recovering.

I was at the University of Tennessee Medical Center from March 29th to April 19th21 days. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, bless her heart, was with me daily, even when my brain was still sloshing, and I didn't know anything. Family, friends, and neighbors visited. I don't remember some of the visits. I almost died twice, so my wife tells me, due to the concussion. After about ten days, I started to become aware that I was alive and that I was in a deep dark hole. I started to think about how I could get out of that hole. I am on the upper edge of that hole now. I'm still working on climbing out fully.

I remember some, limited, physical therapy. My right leg to foot were immobilized completely. The wheelchair and my wife got me around. I couldn't read or watch television, unless I wore the patch over my left eye. Otherwise, I was seeing double. The ice cream, on the outside deck, on which ever floor we were, were good times! I was outside at least, with my wife pushing me around in the wheelchair and buying the ice cream.

April 19th was my transition, by ambulance, to Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center. It is part of Fort Sanders Regional Medical Center. I remember the fifteen days there much better. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman continued by my side, wheeling me around in the wheelchair, etc. It was “fun.” (Do not eat a full bag of chocolate covered peanuts! You will pay for it, on the portable commode seat, later! No worries! I could wipe my back side, with my right hand, not my left. My wife had the “fun” of flushing the mess, in the hospital room commode.)

I think my wife took the above photograph of my right leg at Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center, in late April. Those hospital beds are NOT comfortable. I slept on my bed, or tried to do so. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman slept, or tried to do so, on the bed beside me. (I had a private room.) Near bedtime, the nurse finally stopped asking me if I needed a pain pill. NO! Give me two Tylenol pills. I'll sleep. I did, well enough. I don't know what pain medicine they pumped in me, in the early days, when I was, apparently, trying to not die. When I became aware of reality, I refused all pain pills! I had wanted to know the feelings of the damage, to know how to get out of the dark hole.

I had, daily, except Sundays, what I call “brain” therapy, physical therapy, and occupational therapy, several times a day. My wife had to wheelchair me, via the elevator, to the location each time. Several good therapists were there. I remember Heather, by first name. She was the best. Saturdays were a lighter schedule. I was glad. I was always trying to endure. Oh, I got a good bench seat shower every week! I managed to get to the point that the nurse didn't need to see my private areas! I could do it alone. Well, my wife helped some with my private areas, bless her heart. She had seem them before.

“Brain” therapy was mental games, to see how well my brain was doing. They were easy, but I fatigued quickly, as my brain still recovered. I moved my left hand in circles on a table. My left hand picked up toy items to stack (as a child would). I don't know why they wanted me to play cornhole. I couldn't toss with my dominate and busted up left arm. I had to use my right. When I was allowed to start trying to bend my right knee, I tried to turn the pedals on a stationary bicycle, with my right leg. I couldn't do it. There were other aspects of the therapy. I remember them all. My concussioned brain was working correctly.

As in Star Wars, “May the 4th be with you!” On May 4th, my 15 days at Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center were done. I could manage to transition from wheelchair to our 2008 Honda Civic passenger side, with painful effort trying to move my right leg, from knee down, forward enough to fit inside the car. (The seat was back as far as it could go.) I was home. It felt good. I was inside. I could see Molly (our 'ol puppy) through the windows. Family, friends, and neighbors started to visit, at certain times.

Stage Two (48 Out-Patient Physical Therapy Sessions)

The wheelchair, portable commode, shower bench, and other items came home also. The commode stayed near me, in the living room. I could transition from wheelchair to couch and from couch to portable commode, using my good left leg. My right leg looked like a toothpick. My left shoulder looked pushed in and down. I didn't have a left pectoral muscle.

(If you don't or can't use muscle, it will be gone in two weeks. You have to rebuild it all. I did. My right leg has the same power as my left leg. My shoulders are even. My left pectoral has been back for years. My left side neck muscles look the same as my right side neck muscles. It has taken time and effort, day by day. When I was able to have my wife begin taking me to our chiropractor, my bones kept alignment. We still see our chiropractor, ever four weeks, for tune ups. My bones keep alignment. My soft tissue still needs improvement.)

The best “fun” of being home, before I could manage to shower, using the shower bench, with my wife's help, in her bathroom, was when my wife gave me a weekly sponge bath, in our kitchen. Warm water can become cold quickly! I endured. My wife endured. Thanks, wife!

On 5/3/2016, the day before my discharge to home, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman helped me arrange the TEMPORARY wheelchair ramp, from driveway to front porch. On the day that I came home, 5/4/2016, the ramp was installed. I never did photograph the entire ramp. It was TEMPORARY.

Oh, here is a “pretty” picture of my right leg. I'm on the couch. You can see various TEMPORARY devices in the image. I took the photograph on 6/6/2016. The what I called “100 lb.” knee brace was off. I still have it. I still have the boot for my foot. They are souvenirs.


At some point after 5/4/2016, I had the “joy” of my three sixteen-session rounds of out-patient physical therapy. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove me to and from each one. Let's see. Three times sixteen is forty-eight, right? I thought so.

The location was at the Orthopaedic Center, near the University of Tennessee Medical Center. My wife tried to miss the rough spots on the roads to and from the Center. My right foot and knee still felt every one of them. My wife would have to “trap” Molly in her basement condominium, temporarily, while she got me to and from the house and car, using that ramp. (We had several times of rainy weather “fun.”) After a while, she didn't need to “trap” Molly temporarily! I could see Molly, briefly, outside! I had managed, over time, to get from wheelchair to rolling walker! Eventually, I could rolling walker down and up the ramp, with my wife nearby.

I had taken my first “baby steps,” three in all, on 6/16/2016. I've written about that before. You can find details in my archived articles. Granny Wood was born on 6/16/1901.

The effort to get from wheelchair, to rolling walker, to walking stick, then to no help was NOT fun. I can endure pain. There were times that, almost cursing, I had to tell a therapist, “STOP! I'M DONE.” I couldn't move my shoulder, knee, or foot – which ever was the target of work at the time – any farther, in which ever direction. After many attempts, I could, finally, get the stationary bicycle to turn a full circle, with my right leg!

I set my own home physical therapy schedule. (I've written about it before.) They wanted my home routine to be three times, for 30 minutes, a day. I knew that I could do more. The trips to and from out-patient therapy were usually Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My schedule was five hours daily. Each hour started at 9 AM, 11 AM, 1 PM, 3 PM, and 5 PM. I skipped the 1 PM and 3 PM schedule on my out-patient therapy days. I included all seven days of the week, usually. Sometimes, I had to take a weekend or at least a Sunday off. Sometimes, when I was “feeling my oats,” I added a 7 PM one hour extra!

The out-patient therapy was NOT fun. I endured. My wife knows the details as well as I do. By the way, NEVER say, “suck it up, buttercup” to me! I heard it a couple of times at therapy. I educated the ones who said that to me. They learned. I endured. Remember, as I phrase it, “no gain; no pain!” If you want to gain, take the pain.

Stage Three (“Normal” Life Returning)

Papaw Ferrell passed away, on 11/21/1970. On 11/21/2016, I drove the car to and from the location, to check out my soon-to-be “new, 'ol” truck, 2006 Nissan Frontier. 11/24/2016 was Thanksgiving. (Mom was born on Thanksgiving, 11/24/1932.) The next day, I drove our car, with my wife with me. We got my new, to me, truck! You've seen his photographs many times, if you have been reading my website. He loves to have his picture taken.

12/7/2016, Pearl Harbor Day, was my first trip, in my truck, to and from the homeplace. It had been a while. The homeplace was, and still is, surviving well enough.

12/19/2016 was my first day of return from my work “sabbatical.” The first two weeks were working Monday, Wednesday, and Friday only. Afterward, I resumed the Monday through Friday routine. I started back to work too soon. I knew it later. I endured it. We needed my paychecks. My wife's pay could keep us going, on the monthly costs plus some extra for retirement, maybe. (I had budgeted our construction to permanent home mortgage that way, in 2003, as I tried to think ahead.) My pay had to kick in, to help.

The only financial “help” that we had was (a) the insurance pay for my '95 Nissan that had died and (b) the months of paid leave that I had accumulated on my job. My health insurance and our automobile insurance folks had asked me to let them know, if I could ever get any money from the “turnip” that had tried to kill me, on 3/29/2016. They had tried, with failure. I didn't care. I was trying to work on surviving!

12/22/2016 was a winter day – either way, if you count winter starting on 12/1 (as I do) or on 12/21. I hiked House Mountain (loop trails at least). That was #137 and #1 “bionic.” I had missed my surgeon's prediction by ONE day ONLY. As I have written, “a man has to start somewhere.”

On 1/28/2017, my new 'ol truck and I hauled to the dump the TEMPORARY ramp! By MYSELF, as I wanted to do, I ripped apart and broke up that ramp! It took more than one day. 1/28/2017 was the final day.


The above photograph is the final load that my truck and I hauled off. That was a psychological victory!

12/3/2017 was my House Mountain hike #141 (#5 “Bionic”). I happened to meet my friend, Mr. Antonov. We had hiked together several times, and I had met him on the trails many times before. (My hiking log has the details, for family, who may access my log. I might publish my log, but not today.) This was our first time to meet, since I acquired my “bionics.” We talked. I told him about my “fun,” so far. He examined me on the ridge line. I remember the exact location. He has a doctorate in nuclear physics. He has a self-educated doctorate in many other fields, including medical. After he listened to me, asked questions, and examined me, he stated, “It will take you ten years, before you do not notice much, if any, difference.” That was his way of telling me that my ten-year recovery (well, I hope ten years only) was underway well.

Mr. Antonov was right. Various medical folks have speculated many things. I was told that I would never serve a tennis ball over my head again. I have been able to do that a long time now. I continue, day by day, slowly but steadily. I have had to go backward, temporarily, to go forward more times than I can count.

Stage Four (Life, “Such As It Is,” Continues)

If you read my articles from 8/29/2016 to today (3/29/2021), you will notice that life, “such as it is,” continues. I'm still standing here. I ain't breathing hard!

The soft tissue (i.e., muscle, ligaments, etc.) are still my work in progress. Each “bionic” joint still feels the differences. I do not feel pain – unless I've reached the point of “pain” is my “new normal.” No, it's not pain. It's tightness only now. Each step feels different, for my right foot. I have taken some steps where both steps felt the same. I like those moments!

Today marks the half way point, in my ten-year recovery. I hope Mr. Antonov was right. I think that he was. I should know. I am inside my body. The step-by-step, day-by-day process continues.

I do not concern myself with the mundane details of my temporal life. I write on “polytics,” etc., at times. It's temporal stuff. I take temporal life in the everlasting perspective. My sarcastic humor helps.

Each morning, I still do various stretches, before getting out of bed. I have been taking hot to cold showers for so long that I don't remember when I started. I have taken a year of deep tissue massage therapy. I have tried all the various creams and ointments. I have inquired about other types of therapy and found no interest. I even tried the “marijuana” sublingual liquid. All it did was give me the munches! That didn't last long. I KNOW what I have ENDURED. There are other details. My wife knows them.

Hey! I need to get House Mountain hike #178 done! It will be a future hike. Let's hike! I DO NOT BACK DOWN. I ENDURE. I'M THAT STUBBORN, as long as I have life in this body.


On 11/3/2016, I started writing “Punctuated Providence.” It will be an addendum to my yet unpublished, “Light at the End of the Tunnel” book. One segment reads:

God, however, will allow disease, sorrow, calamity, injury, and death to occur in our lives – whenever, at the most inappropriate times. My years after our return from Russia demonstrate that. My current situation demonstrates that. In providence, God may protect us from the above, or he may allow it to come, and to come in waves. We want to know why he acts in providence at times and why he does not at times. He does not tell us. He may tell us in heaven. We may “cuss and fuss.” We may loose the zeal of what once was a strong faith. We may give up. I have done these.

The bottom line is that I am still saved by God’s grace through my faith. My faith, punctured by pain, is not what it once was. God is not as close as he once was. Why has he allowed so much tragedy, since we came back from Russia? He only knows. I do not. He will not tell me why. I just trust that he has his reasons. Whatever. Blah, blah, blah . . . .

This 3/29/2021 article is relatively trivial, folks! When I publish my book, my “bionic” life will be a side note only. My “Light at the End of the Tunnel” book goes back to events that started on 12/28/1999. It involves my godly mother. Since then, my “five scars” are healing. They have been: emotional, relational, spiritual, theological, and occupational.

My 3/29/2016 physical damage was trivial. My emotional damage is nominal. My relational damage is relative (no pun intended). My spiritual and theological statuses have improved. My occupational life endures, until I can retire.

I am ready to go HOME, to my everlasting life. I did not take the journey HOME, on 3/29/2016. I will take it eventually. I am READY to go HOME!

Are you ready? If not, you are welcome to comment or to e-mail me. My e-mail is in my website heading. Otherwise, don't concern yourself with the temporal too much (i.e., work, “polytics,” economics, etc.) Work on the family and friends temporal items.

I need to get this article posted. I may have a follow up article in a few days, with more photographs. Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight out there! E-mail me, if you would like to start a conversation. I'm standing by. (No, I gave up that wheelchair long ago!)