I almost died this past summer.
My buddy and I were riding our 4-wheelers on trails near my house when he got a call to go pick up his little cousin, so he could ride with us.
Well, my buddy was in the lead on our way back to my house, he had gotten about a half mile in front of me, and I decide to hit the gas to catch up.
There are two streets that bisect the trail that we have to cross.
Well, in front of one of the streets is a dirt speed bump about 3 feet high.
I forgot it was there and saw it at the last second, hit the brakes and then the bump, and flew over the handlebars, bringing the atv over on top of me.
I broke my ringfinger in my left hand and wrenched my right knee, but the serious damage came when my head hit the ground and my forehead plowed along the ground a few feet.
I had torn my forehead open from side to side at my hairline, and peeled it back down to my eyebrows.
I managed to drag myself out from under the atv while holding my skinflap up to my head.
I tried to get up but couldn't make it because of my knee and hand.
So I sat there for a moment trying to calm myself, then I felt for my cellphone on my beltclip.
And of course, it was gone.
I finally found it by the 4-wheeler and called my buddy, told him about my wreck and to bring some towels, after he called the ambulance.
I was still about a mile from my house so it seemed to take him an hour to get back to me.
I was bleeding pretty heavily, but never lost conciousness, luckily, and he was able to direct the ambulance to the trail where I was located.
While I was waiting for him to come back, I called my brother and told him what happened, and that I loved him and to tell my mom and sister the same.
He didn't believe I wrecked at first.
He almost beat the ambulance to me when it finally sunk in, though. ;P
Without my buddy, and cell, I have no doubt I wouldn't be here.
After my initial ER stay where they stitched me all across my forehead, I had to be admitted to the hospital because of an infection.
I had all of my stitches out, the wound thoroughly debrided, then re-stitched with a drain hanging out of my forehead. (I felt like Frankenstein's monster)
It all finally healed and now I have this nifty forehead-wide scar in the shape of a McDonald's Golden Arches. (there went my modeling career)
I finally got back on the 4-wheeler this Fall and am going a leetle bit slower.
