Exactly one year ago Monday, Christy Wise was capping one of the most idyllic days of her life.She was in Destin, Fla., on a vacation from her job as a rescue pilot in the Air Force. I couldn’t have pictured anything better.”A few minutes later, Wise was clinging to her life.Now, he’s a motivational speaker, a Paralympic ski racer, and a complete Halloween boss.Josh has become an internet sensation thanks to his genius one-legged Halloween costumes, which he creates from scratch every year.Wise had just started dating a fellow Air Force rescue pilot, a man named Tim Wiser. that night, Christy and Tim decided to go paddleboarding in the nearby cove, something she had done 100 times before in that exact location. Unaided, Wise would have died within five minutes, her body bleeding out.Their romance was just a week old and he had accompanied her to Destin. She had a great family: supportive parents, a twin sister, Jessica, who was her best friend, and a brother, David, who had recently won an Olympic gold medal. She lay on her board and gazed at the stars.“Honestly, I was just really relaxed and just loving my life,” Wise said. That’s when Tim sprang to action, his military rescue background and something the Wises call “The Miracle List” combining to save Christy’s life.‘But now I’m more at ease with who I am and what I look like, and I guess with these Halloween costumes you could even say that I celebrate what makes me different.
‘In high school I wore a prosthesis all the time and didn’t want anyone to find out I was missing a leg,’ he wrote.
My friend responded, “Tinder is a hook-up app, you idiot.”For anyone still in the dark, Tinder uses GPS to locate people in your area that you could potentially make passionate, i Phone-enabled love with—Grindr for straight people, as it’s often called.
The app allows you to swipe through photographs of strangers, either “liking” them or dismissing them with one quick movement of the finger.
About six months ago, shortly after I’d broken up with my long-term boyfriend, I received a text from a friend that read: “LOL, your ex is on Tinder.
TRAGIC.” Confused, I replied asking if Tinder was some new prescription drug, assuming in a moment of unbridled egotism that my ex needed meds to cope with the pain of our breakup.