I don't get it

While watching TV last night, I saw that there's a movie coming out called "Soul Surfer."

http://www.soulsurferthemovie.com

It is a true story about a surfer, Bethany Hamilton, who had her arm bitten off by a shark. She survived and continued to surf despite her "handicap." The trailer of the movie featured inspirational moments, including Carrie Underwood encouraging young Bethany whilst Katie Perry's "Firework" song plays in the background.

As moving as it is, I was not moved as one would think.

Instead, I was mad. And I had another "incident" from a whuffo this morning to prove why I was mad. Damn whuffos.

I'll tell you why I was mad when I saw that movie trailer, but first I'm going to tell you about this incident with the whuffo. As you may be aware, I had two major surgeries on my knee 5 1/2 months ago to repair the damage done from a bad landing. As you may also be aware, the landing wasn't from jumping out of a "perfectly good airplane" - it was a hot air balloon. This morning I went to physical therapy and I found out that I had a "substitute" physical therapist because the one I usually see was out today at another clinic. Right off the bat, he grabs my leg to do some testing on it, looks at me and goes, "So you're the skydiver, right?"

I said, "Yes, that's me," but I thought, "Not another whuffo. Jesus Christ. What nasty comments am I going to hear this time?"

He didn't say much more in that conversation about skydiving. Later on, in the middle of the session, he goes, "I've never jumped out of a perfectly good airplane." And I quickly responded, "Neither have I!"

After going through this bullshit for 6 1/2 months, I've started to get tired of it. Let me rephrase that- I AM tired of it!

So when I saw the movie trailer featuring a young surfer's journey of having a large chunk of her body eaten by a 5 ton animal, the silver screen triumphs her return to her beloved sport. I can say with confidence that when I jump out of a "perfectly good airplane," there will be no sharks biting off my arms. Or legs. Or any part of my body. And yet I constantly hear whuffos telling me that I should not skydive anymore because I busted my knee. Why is it wonderful that she went back into the ocean (so the shark can have seconds?) and it's horrible that I return to skydiving? Are there only certain activities where it's "ok" to get hurt and not others? Riddle me that America!