I know he is to me. Quick story on how he inspired me. Saw a bunch of hawgs (rooters, not fat girls ... fat girls are fine tho) out in the field. Well, I leveled my AR 15 on a fence post and I popped one for sure, winged another purty good and they high tailed it out the back of the pasture. I thought I knew where they was going so I got my fat arse into gear and was cuttin out thru the woods to head the vermin off to attempt to cut a couple more down and damn if I didn't lumber into a stump hole. And hell, I was doin ever bit of 5-6 mph and blam/wham went to my knee into the hole and busted my arse. Well I layed there, mouth full of leaves and dirt, damn dog lookin at me like "what the hell?". I rolled around there on the ground, leg felt like it'd been run over by a hemi-cuda doin a burnout. Tried to get up and went down and flopped around like fish on the bank. Thought this could be it.
Then it hit me. I thought, WTH Bob (I'm Bob, y'all) , why you pussin out like this. Jaylon had his whole damn leg ripped off and Doctor Dan put it back on , hooked up all the parts bionically and now he's faster, better, stronger than before. I continued to think to myself ... git your big fat arse up and be a man about this (by this time that damn dog was lickin me in the face and I hate that crap worse than Lucy). I pulled myself up, remembering Jaylon meeting Saquon in the hole at the 4 yard line, my knee started bending, I was weight bearing, and then I was limping back to the house. Remembering Smith's overcoming drive inspired me ... along with the promise of that 5th of Makers Mark in the cabinet.
Thanks Jaylon ... you da man !!!!