Don’t believe me? Go to an old cemetary (preferably one dating back to at least 1800s) and start reading. See those stones that say “Baby [Last Name]”? Those are children that didn’t survive long enough to be named and/or baptized. Now count them. Every family will have at least one or two. Many families will have 3+. Now check out the other stones and start using some basic math skills. Spoiler alert: you are going to find quite a few that didn’t make it to their teens.
And even those that did…
I mean, my history professor in college was from the time before vaccines. He had polio as a kid. It didn’t kill him, but it forever paralyzed his one leg.
Oh definitely! My grandfather was a “lucky one” with a twisted spine and hips thanks to polio. Fun fact: he camped on the sidewalk to make sure his three kids got the polio vaccine ASAP when it came out.
Look guy. Just because you’re mad that I finished my work a whole 45 seconds before you is no reason to go get us MORE work to do. Come on. You’re done. I’m done. Let’s be slackers TOGETHER.
me: is sad
me: remembers that george washington’s doctor recommended that he take some time and relax for his health so naturally the most relaxing thing he could think of doing was taking alexander hamilton and thomas jefferson fishing with him which went about as well as you’d expect
me: still sad but now i’m laughing through the pain
The Paradox Machine 