NEWS: The Lucky and the Unlucky

CULTURE: The Lucky and the Unlucky

Isidro Mejia slipped while working at his construction job and activated a nail gun that shot him in the head with six nails. Four penetrated his skull, one lodged in his vertebral column, and one pierced his face.

We are confronted with some pretty amazing things on a day-to-day basis-- things that defy medical science and explanation. On one hand, we are confronted with incidents like Mr. Quinonez who can talk about the incident where nails entered his skull. On the other hand a Welsh women dies after getting kicked in the head by a donkey.

How do we assimilate this information? On one side of the world, people are still dying from freak-donkey accidents and on the other, someone survived forced nail-piercings? I think all of us have that shrugging moment where we place this information in the "weird news" space in our brains, but it still gives us a weird sense of fate or (in the case of Mr. Mejia) of consciousness.
It also begs the question, "What is the most fucked up thing that has ever happened to you?"

i got my the skin on my palm stuck on a metal piece sticking out of a basketball hoop while dunking. luckily i grabbed the rim,
so i had the choice to either just let go and see what happened, or use my other hand to hold, and yank my hand off.
i chose the latter.
but the thought of what would have happened had i just let go,
or never grabbed the rim in the first place,
still makes me shudder.

oh,
and once i stuck a pinecone up my ass

One time a bunch of my buddies were horsing around down at the lumberyard and two of them started tossing my chainsaws around, and when I had to go home I told them to give me my chainsaws because really they were my brother's and he would have been mad if he knew I had them but they just kept on teasing me and throwing them over my head like I was a little baby trying to get my toy back from them, and finally I kicked one of them in the shins and he dropped my chainsaw but it cut off my head so I kind of got sick after that and couldn't play in the NBA like I had dreamed of all my life.

my roomate tripped going down the last stair--- singular, mind you --- in her house and managed to spiral fracture her tibia.

you're not supposed to be able to spiral fracture your own tibia. that's generally something that has to get done to you, and she was 9 at the time so they were asking her parents all sorts of questions.

I think this story shows how fragile and incomprihensable life can be.

Also a tree fell on my brothers head, and he's no worse now than he was before.