Technically I'm supposed to be dead. I guess the big guy upstairs wasn't ready to call in my "get out of jail free" card because I'm still here!
Just before I turned 18 I was walking my bike through a crosswalk (green light, walk signal on) and this moron in a five ton decided that he could just turn right without looking. I couldn't get out of the way quick enough (he hit the end of my bike which knocked me over with the bike on top) and he went right over me...he didn't even stop - he thought he had just run over the curb.
So I'm lying there in a BIG puddle of blood...way messed up. Compound fracture to my femur and the rest of my thigh ripped wide open - knee to pussy, practically. Crushed my pelvis and broke a few vertabrae for good measure. A friend of my brother's was an ambulance paramedic and he just happened to be at the intersection (off duty). He held my artery closed so I wouldn't bleed to death on the road until the ambulance came. If it weren't for him doing that I wouldn't be typing this little story today. Even after that I was unconscious for three weeks, then spent years going back and forth between wheelchairs, body casts, you name it. Been through so many surgeries I think I've hit my quota for this lifetime and the next! But....two years after that I could walk just fine again (was supposed to have my leg amputated...forgot that part!) without the limp they said I'd have. Ha! Showed them!
Just goes to prove that the human body is an amazing thing!