Don't know if a stranger might smile at this, but I do. Regarding my Dad who was one strong, determined fellow.

He's working with his electric table saw doing some cutting & something goes amiss. He cuts the saw off & calls in to me: Mickey, bring a towel. I rush out to see the need for said towel. Lots of blood sprouting from a bad cut on his left hand. His next request:"Get me a needle & some white thread."

They don't make 'em like that anymore.