Just a thought about drawing blood...The other night while cooking dinner for my bride to be I hacked a good chunk of my left thumb off. We have all been there, but what I want to know is why are the first few seconds of realization so humiliating? Who saw, who was watching? Blood on the cutting board, on the knife, on the pepper i was cutting, etc...I wasn't even at work sweating behind the line. Why after 17 years should I still feel so small? Maybe because after all the talk over the years and, after all the years pain and skin loss, put us all in the same boat for just a sec... Which makes me come to the conclusion once again that talk is cheap... Bloody Rabbit, tricks are for kids... So, chime in, how do you all feel on the topic?