DJR denies this but definitely someone around that same time joined up and posted about how they used to smear there feacies on the walls of the shower stand dunnies at Windy Hill.
I was one of those people who said to WOB, “it’s only a game”. When I first saw your post, I must admit, I rolled my eyes. I was thinking, how can a bunch of blokes chasing around a footy mean that much, ever? To me, it didn’t make sense.
Without going into specifics, last Wednesday, I woke up and noticed that something was wrong, and by Saturday morning I was in hospital with them running tests to look for things you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. I was naturally worried and it was a waiting game to see what would eventuate, or what they would find. Not a good position to be in of course and I was consumed by it with nothing I tried giving me any respite from my own thoughts or thinking about possible outcomes. Not even my family. (being around my wife and daughter actually made it worse) Anyway, on Saturday night, I sat in 3 North, bed 9, at St George Hospital and watched Essendon on my phone and was able to escape for a little while. I don’t know why, but I thought about your post and thought how right you were and that I should never assume what someone else is going through and what it means to them. The universe had tought me something.
Sunday arvo I was given the all clear and got back home yesterday and will be back at work next week completely healthy, I feel lucky like I’ve dodged a bullet, and it’s been a very strange and scary week.
I wanted to share that with you because what you wrote meant something. What you wrote was The Truth. Thank you.