That is amazing!
I had a great-uncle who was a window washer in St. Louis, and in the early '60's, his platform's rigging broke and he fell 5 stories to the sidewalk below. He had a few minor fractures, several internal injuries, but he also broke his neck. The doctors didn't expect him to live. But he did!
After MANY surgeries to repair or replace broken parts, and lots of therapy, they told him that he would be confined to a wheelchair or his recliner for the rest of his life. He told them that he thought that was a bunch of bullsh*t, and that he'd prove them wrong.
As soon as he was able to, he moved from downtown St. Louis to a a small house in a rural town in southern IL. In just over a year he was walking with a walker, then not to long after that he graduated to 2 canes. At that point he started a large garden (~1500 sq.ft.)....without assistance from anyone. A few years later he was down to 1 cane, had added onto his house and remodeled it, expanded his garden, was actively involved in a couple of civic orgs, was an antique collector & dealer, and started raising worms and opened his own bait shop.
About 10 years after his fall, he was walking without a cane. He had been going back to the doctor in St. Louis for several years, so they could check his progress and whatever. He went for his last visit in about 1973, and as he was leaving the office, the Dr. told him he had forgot to take his cane. My uncle said that he told him to keep it and stick up his a**, as a reminder to never tell anyone that they'd never walk again. He was a wonderfully, ornery old cuss!
The only major lasting affect that he had until he died, was no feeling in his fingers.
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