I am playing catch up a little this morning on The Adventures of the i-LIMB blog. I arrived back from Idaho late Saturday evening and yesterday was a crazy day being Easter and all.
The last few days in Idaho were amazing, not only at the conference I was speaking, but also the friends, teachers and family that I was able to spend some time with. It is always good to reconnect with old friends and those that made an impact in your life.
Now I must first of all say that going through security with the i-LIMB on is VERY frustrating. When I left San Diego last Monday I wore the i-LIMB to see what would happen as I made my way through the security at the airport. I did not want to pack the i-LIMB in a suitcase, we all know how they handle suitcases, and I was not comfortable putting a very expensive appendage in the hands of Bob the baggage thrower!
So going through the line the first time was some what funny but also a little tense. I told the agent working the metal detector that I had this prosthetic. The detector went off and I started thinking – they are going to confiscate my i-LIMB. How will I live without something to blog about! LOL Just kidding.
As they sent me over to the guy with the high powered wand that checks you for whatever, I quickly became a spectacle. He tested it for explosive residue and then called someone else over to check it out, then someone else came over then someone else…. Pretty soon I had a gallery asking questions – How does it work – You look like terminator – Are you the i-ROBOT, Can you defeat Chuck Norris???? All the questions that I have grown accustomed to over the last few weeks. Eventually they let me through and everything was fine. But it definitely slowed things down a little.
Now the rest of the story, the trip home is better than the one going to Idaho. Again, I did not want to pack the ilimb in fear of losing it or it being damaged by Bob the baggage thrower, so I wore it and again – the same thing happened. The flight home was the flight from the pit. I left Boise on Saturday at 2 and flew to Phoenix where I had a 2 hour layover. During my layover I decided that I would buy a backpack to put the i-LIMB in and carry it on with me. I then boarded the plane and they sent me to Vegas where I had a 4 hour layover. A good friend of mine met me and we went out to dinner. Having left the airport in Vegas, I needed to go through security again but I was feeling much better about it because I had me the trusty “it can carry the i-LIMB bag.” I was mistaken. As I went through security this time the lady at the metal detector looked at my empty sleeve and called for – Male Assist! I asked her why and she said I need to check what you have up your sleeve. Now get this, I did not have the i-LIMB on, I just had my normal look of my sleeve hanging down. I am not sure what came over me – I was tired – I had been flying all day – and the tone in this ladies voice just set me on the edge. I pulled my sleeve up and stuck my stub in her face and said – HERE IS WHAT I HAVE UP MY SLEEVE!! I know I know – it was probably not the nicest thing to do but “IT WORKED” she let me go through and I thought it was now over and I could go my merry way – NOPE!! By the way – the look on the ladies face was priceless – I wish I could of gotten it on video – too funny.
As I stood at the end of the line, having just gone through the metal detector, I watched the agent scanning the bags as they went through on the conveyor belt. Suddenly he said WHOA!! and called a few other agents over. I thought OH BOY HERE WE GO AGAIN! Sure enough – they stood there running this thing through the metal detector two or three times till finally I heard – Who owns this bag? I held up my arm in the air and shouted – THAT WOULD BE ME!! Again the look on their face – hilarious. I finally made it through and got home late Saturday night. But it was a pain! It was funny at times but it was a pain. I guess that part of my life is going to change also as I do a lot of flying.
During my stay in Idaho I had the privilege of being able to spend some time with some teachers that impacted my life. In the last post you saw my 6th grade teacher Mr. A. I want to introduce you to Mrs. Rogerson, my speech teacher from High School that made an impact on my life. Here she is – Rog – thanks again – you are the greatest.
Many of you have heard my motivational speech that I do about my 4th grade teacher Mr. Jenkins – I did not even know if he was still around or alive, to be honest, but I was able to find him on this trip to Idaho and here is an interview with him. By the way – a book that I have written about this incident will soon be made available as a children’s book. You will have to check it out and hear the story about all of that at a later time. Here is the infamous Mr. Jenkins.