Dad was left unrecognizable after losing his lips and four limbs to flesh-eating bacteria – This is what he looks like today

The life story of Alex Lewis is like no other. This man refused to give up on his life no matter what it took, and today, he’s thriving with the help of his loving wife Lucy Townsend, and their son.

Alex and Lucy always knew they were meant for each other. When they married and welcomed their son Sam into their life, they felt like the happiest couple on Earth. But then in 2013, around the time Sam turned two, this family’s life took a different turn.

Both Alex and Sam caught the flu, or at least they believed so. However, as the boy got better in a short period of time, Alex wasn’t feeling fine even days after he experienced the flu-like symptoms.

“Because we owned and lived in a pub and came into contact with lots of different people, I assumed it was a seasonal cold and thought it started off as man flu,” Alex told Metro.

Instead of improving, his condition worsened and he became feverish and noticed blood in his urine.
As he could feel something was very wrong, he went to the hospital where doctors told him he contracted a streptococcal infection (type A). Unfortunately, at that point, the infection penetrated deep into the tissue and the organs and caused sepsis. Alex had contracted shock syndrome, septicemia, and necrotizing fascitis – and his body was attacking itself from the inside out.

“I called an ambulance, and within eight minutes, they were there. At the hospital, we went straight into resuscitation, and I was told to say goodbye. His kidneys were shutting down, and they were going to put him on life support,” his wife Lucy told The Guardian.

Doctors’ prognoses were dull. They told the family there was just a three percent chance that Alex would survive as his face and body turned black.

“They were going to turn my life support off, but they wanted to give me one more night to see if I improved, and they wanted to give my family a chance to say goodbye,” Alex told Metro.

“I cannot imagine what Lucy and my mum were going through.

“Having spoken to them since it happened, I think they were more in shock as they couldn’t believe something so incredibly invasive was happening so quickly,” he added.

“I don’t remember being in excruciating pain at this point, but my family remembers seeing me in absolute agony.”

It was determined that a flesh-eating bacteria was poisoning his body so doctors had to amputate his left arm up to the elbow. Sadly, as months passed by, Alex lost all of his limbs, and doctors were also forced to cut parts of his face in order to save his life.

“I can remember seeing my legs in hospital and how they were getting blacker and blacker,” Alex told The Guardian. “The blackness was creeping up towards my waist. I don’t remember seeing my left arm in that condition, but I can remember my legs vividly.”

As Alex lost his lips, plastic surgeon Alexandra Crick took skin from his shoulder in an attempt to fix his mouth.
“It would take me about an hour to eat a sandwich at night, and that was with the help of the nurse,” he told the Daily Mail.

“The last available skin for surgery was on my shoulder,” he explained. “So they replaced the temporary flap with that. All my other skin had to be used for grafts or was scarred.”

“Having my bottom and top lip done at the same time like this was a world first. It’s one piece of skin, and it was like if you imagine placing a bag in your mouth and then sewing around the edges. After the original operation, I had to have them every three or four months.”

Looking at his father, and how different he was, Sam was afraid to approach closer to him, but Lucy found a way to explain to him why his dad looked like that, which wasn’t easy as Sam was just two years old at the time.

After spending months at the hospital Alex could finally go home. The good thing was that doctors managed to save the elbow of his right arm which allowed him to have a prosthetic and be able to use his arm. Eventually, he could speak again as his lip surgery was a huge success.

“That one elbow is his whole independence,” Lucy said.

“I had to relearn everything,” Alex added. “From learning to eat, drink, put my clothes on, to learn to use a prosthesis, and to self propel a manual wheelchair.”

Today, Alex is involved in a number of tech projects which help ease the lives of disabled people. Among the rest, he has tested solar-powered, battery-assisted four-wheeled handles which have been designed by masters students at Southampton University.

Despite his condition, he’s living a quality life and is doing a lot of things, such as kayaking and climbing. In 2019, he climbed one of Africa’s tallest mountains using a specially adapted buggy.

“Since becoming an amputee, I’ve been fortunate enough to try out a number of training methods to keep my fitness up, working with physios and visiting the Help for Heroes training facilities,” he shared with Sports Management.

“I’ve had first-rate guidance, but nothing has been as effective as EMS training, especially in such a short space of time.

“It’s amazing how the machine helps me to engage muscles I haven’t felt since I lost my arms and legs,” he added.

“I feel stronger in training, daily life tasks are easier, and I’ve gained greater confidence that I can take on these challenges.”

His Wild Wheelchairs Project, besides helping improve the lives of disabled people, raises money to finance the construction and operation of a wheelchair manufacturing facility in Ethiopia.

Alex is also a motivational speaker who is happy with his life.
“I’ve lived more of a life in the past four years than I did in the previous 33, and it’s made me realize how much I love Lucy and Sam,” he told Metro.

“There was so much I regretted not doing when I had arms and legs, but I am not letting that happen again. I would not change anything, not in a heartbeat.”

Sam also learned to love his dad for who he is and is proud of him.

We truly admire this brave man’s resilience. His story is proof that no matter the curveballs life throws at us, we should always do our best to end up winners.

All My Left Socks Started Disappearing – When I Found Out Why, My Heart Stopped

Dennis, a single dad still mourning his wife, is baffled when one sock from all his pairs mysteriously starts vanishing. Frustrated and desperate for answers, he sets up a nanny cam. What he discovers sets him on a heart-pounding journey through his quiet neighborhood.

I know what you’re thinking: who makes a big deal about missing socks, right? Trust me, if you’d been in my shoes (pun absolutely intended), you would’ve done the same thing.

Shoes and socks on a man's feet | Source: Pexels

Shoes and socks on a man’s feet | Source: Pexels

Because when you’re a single dad trying to keep it together, sometimes the smallest things can drive you completely up the wall.

It started with just one sock. A plain black one, nothing special. I assumed it got eaten by the dryer, like socks tend to do.

But then another disappeared the next week. And another.

I don’t know about you, but after the fifth missing sock, even the most rational person would start getting suspicious.

A man looking puzzled in a laundry room | Source: Midjourney

A man looking puzzled in a laundry room | Source: Midjourney

“Dylan?” I called out one morning, rifling through the laundry basket for what felt like the hundredth time. “Have you seen my other gray sock?”

My seven-year-old son barely looked up from his cereal. “No, Dad. Maybe it’s playing hide and seek?”

Something in his voice made me pause. Dylan had always been a terrible liar, just like his mother was. Sarah could never keep a straight face when trying to surprise me, and Dylan had inherited that same tell — a slight quiver in his voice that gave everything away.

A man sorting through laundry in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A man sorting through laundry in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Are you sure about that, buddy?” I pressed, studying his face.

He shrugged, suddenly very interested in his Cheerios. “Maybe check under the couch?”

I did check under the couch, and everywhere else. Behind the washing machine. In every drawer, basket, and bin in our house. I found $5 in spare change and some missing Lego blocks, but no socks.

Coins on a table | Source: Pexels

Coins on a table | Source: Pexels

The mystery of the vanishing socks was driving me crazy. I even started marking pairs with little dots to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just buy new socks. Maybe that would have been the sensible thing to do, but most of the missing socks were novelty socks my wife had given me.

I tried wearing my smiling banana sock with the dancing cat sock, but it just didn’t work. Call me sentimental, but the thought of never being able to wear the silly socks my wife gave me again hurt my heart.

A man wearing funny novelty socks | Source: Pexels

A man wearing funny novelty socks | Source: Pexels

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself one evening, staring at a pile of perfectly good socks without matches.

That’s when I remembered the old nanny cam we’d used when Dylan was a baby. It took some digging, but I found it in the garage, buried under a box of Sarah’s old things.

My heart clenched a bit when I saw her handwriting on the box (“Baby’s First Year”). Funny how grief sneaks up on you in the smallest moments, isn’t it? But I had a sock thief to catch, and I wasn’t about to let memories derail my investigation.

A man searching through boxes stored in a garage | Source: Midjourney

A man searching through boxes stored in a garage | Source: Midjourney

Setting up the camera in the laundry room felt silly, but I was beyond caring. I deliberately hung up three pairs of freshly washed socks and waited.

The things we do as parents, I swear. If someone had told me five years ago, I’d be setting up surveillance to catch a sock thief, I would’ve laughed them out of the room.

The next morning, I nearly spilled my coffee in my rush to check the footage. What I saw made my jaw drop. There was Dylan, tiptoeing into the laundry room well before sunrise, handpicking one sock from each pair and stuffing them into his backpack.

A boy's hand on a backpack | Source: Midjourney

A boy’s hand on a backpack | Source: Midjourney

“What in the world?” I whispered to myself.

Now, here’s where I had to make a decision. The rational thing would have been to confront Dylan right there and then. But something held me back.

Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was instinct, but I wanted to see where this weird sock saga would lead.

I set a trap for my sock-stealing son so I could discover what he was doing with all my socks.

A determined man sitting in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A determined man sitting in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I hung more clean socks in the laundry room and kept a close eye on the nanny cam. I watched Dylan take the socks, but when he left the house, I followed him.

My heart raced as I tailed him at a distance, trying to stay inconspicuous. He turned onto Oak Street, a road I usually avoided because of the abandoned houses. Except, apparently, they weren’t all abandoned.

You know that moment in horror movies where everyone’s screaming at the screen, telling the character not to go into the creepy house? That’s exactly how I felt watching Dylan walk right up to the most decrepit one on the block and knock on the door.

A badly maintained house | Source: Midjourney

A badly maintained house | Source: Midjourney

And when it opened, and he went inside? Well, let’s just say my Dad instincts went into overdrive.

“Oh heck no,” I muttered.

Every stranger danger warning bell in my head was ringing as I ran up the cracked walkway and burst through the door without thinking.

Not my proudest moment of rational decision-making, I’ll admit, but what would you have done?

A man's hand pressing against a weathered front door | Source: Midjourney

A man’s hand pressing against a weathered front door | Source: Midjourney

I stopped dead in my tracks.

The scene before me was nothing like I’d feared. An elderly man sat in a wheelchair by the window, wrapped in a worn blanket. Dylan stood in front of him, holding out a familiar-looking bag.

“I brought you some new socks,” my son said softly. “The blue ones have little anchors on them. I thought you might like those since you said you were in the Navy.”

The old man’s weathered face cracked into a smile. “Army actually, son. But I do like anchors.”

An elderly man in a wheelchair smiling | Source: Midjourney

An elderly man in a wheelchair smiling | Source: Midjourney

I must have made some sort of sound because they both turned to look at me. Dylan’s eyes went wide.

“Dad! I can explain!”

The old man wheeled himself around. “You must be Dennis. I’m Frank. Your boy here has been keeping my foot warm for the past month.”

He smiled as he lifted the blanket, revealing that he had only one leg. Now, the one missing sock from each pair made sense!

A man looking at something with raised eyebrows | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at something with raised eyebrows | Source: Midjourney

“He’s been keeping me well-supplied with apples, too,” Frank added. “And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I’m a retired army vet and I’ve been alone here for a while. I watch the kids walking to school and back every day, but your boy is the first one to show me kindness.”

“We all saw him at the window,” Dylan blurted out. “Tommy and Melody said he was a scary ghost, but I knew they were lying. He’s just lonely and cold, and Mom always said that new socks make people feel better, remember? She’d buy us funny socks whenever we were sad.”

An emotional boy speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

An emotional boy speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

You know those moments that just knock the wind right out of you? This was one of them. Whenever one of us had a bad day, Sarah would come home with the most ridiculous socks she could find.

“Because life’s too short for boring socks,” she’d always say.

Frank cleared his throat. “Dylan’s been visiting me every day since then. First company I’ve had in years, if I’m being honest. My own kids left the country years ago. They send me money sometimes, but don’t visit much.”

A sad man in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

A sad man in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

“I know I should have asked first, but I was worried you’d tell me I couldn’t see him because he’s a stranger.” Dylan said, looking at his shoes. “I’m sorry I took your socks, Dad.”

I crossed the room in three steps and pulled my son into a hug.

“Don’t apologize,” I whispered, my voice rough. “Your mom would be so proud of you. I’m proud of you.”

A man speaking to his son | Source: Midjourney

A man speaking to his son | Source: Midjourney

“He’s a good boy,” Frank said quietly. “Reminds me of my Jamie at that age. Always thinking of others.”

The next day, I took Dylan shopping. We bought out half the fun sock section at Target — wild patterns, crazy colors, the works.

I mean, if you’re going to be a sock fairy, you might as well do it right, wouldn’t you say? Dylan’s face lit up when I told him we could deliver them together.

A man and his son leaving a store | Source: Midjourney

A man and his son leaving a store | Source: Midjourney

Now, we visit Frank regularly. I help him with home repairs he can’t manage anymore, and Dylan regales him with stories about school.

Sometimes we bring him dinner along with the socks, and he tells Dylan war stories that somehow always end up being about kindness in unexpected places.

My sock drawer is still ridiculously full of single socks, but I don’t mind anymore. Every missing sock is a reminder that sometimes the biggest hearts come in the smallest packages, and that my seven-year-old son might understand more about healing broken hearts than I ever did.

A dresser in a bedroom | Source Pexels

A dresser in a bedroom | Source Pexels

You know what’s funny? Sometimes I look at those mismatched socks and think about how life works in mysterious ways.

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