The day I almost died.
100% true
Today I nearly died and this isnt a pun or an exaggeration, I had never been so close to my demise and never been so afraid in my life. I purchased this little sports car for $200 from a friend of my dads and I have been working on it for the past month, Ive been hoping to get it going so I can visit Epiic in Georgia and a few other out of state friends. This morning I was replacing the brake lines I had jacked up the car and placed two small jacks under the left and right side of the body. Usually you are supposed to do it on the frame of the car but I had been doing it on the body on this car and there was never any problem, in fact Ive done it with a dozen vehicles and never an issue occurred.
I was at my parents house and was working on the car in my dads pole barn; he was working on something else in the barn too. My beloved, compassionate and smart dog Bo was with us too. My dad left to make a phone call in the house (he has a land line for his business) so it was just me and Bo. I was under the car on my back between the driver side wheels. (Note the car is a 92 Capri, a very small, low to the ground car) I was yanking through a brake line when suddenly both jack stands made a loud metallic sounding ting, immediately the car came down. The jack on my side (both jacks actually) had push through the body of the car and into the floor I grabbed it with my right hand and clench it tight as I could.
See it wanted to push up further into the floor, hence making the car lower and crushing my chest and ribs. My right hand was literally holding the jack and the metal and pressured gash open my hand, blood was dripping out. All the while this is happening the car is crushing me, the weight was so intense I literally could not scream and I was pinned, no wiggle room, no breathing room, each time I inhale the car seem to push down more. Bo at the moment the car crashed down he was right beside my side constantly sniffing my sides and whimpering at one point he even tried to scratch the floor as if he was trying to dig under to get to me, I knew I never trained him but I hoped he would go get my dad instead he stayed beside my side trying to get me out. Now my left arm and hand are also stuck under the car, I can move it but not much, my cell phone was in my left pocket but I couldnt reach for it. Bo once again showed I was trying to reach my pocket with my trapped left hand, Bo frantically began scratching my pocket (I am not making any of this up) but he cant get to it. The whole time the weight of the car is unbearable, tears were literally running down my face out of the pain I was feeling, all I can do to describe it is imagine being stabbed very slowly and youre never able to move with all your strength.
I closed my eyes and thought I just want it to be over, either kill me now or somebody save me. My right hand gripping the jack was losing its strength and then it happened I let go and the car just sank lower and it felt like I was blacking out, I wanted to cry out, scream, shout but it was impossible to. Suddenly I heard my dad shout What the fuck!? I saw his feet run around the car, he grabbed his big industrial power jack and it instantly lifted my tomb off me. I rolled out and spit out blood and cry out, the oxygen coming back into my lungs felt like fire. I laid on the floor for a second (Bo licking my face and still whimpering) my old man got me in his truck and drove me to the ER. Once I could breathe a little better (it still hurts like a son of a bitch) I texted all my friends, and the only one, I swear on my grave, who texted me back was Epiic, she was like an angel to reply, I needed a connection with someone, I mean I had my dad before he was more concerned by myself body need my mental being. We get to the ER and wait, and wait, and wait despite the fact I was crushed and nearly killed by a car.
Finally I get in and the doctor (no compassion or sense of remorse) checked me out, x-rays all that. 4 damaged ribs. 2 severely bruised and the other 2 the cartilage was torn and he said the pressure pinched one of my lungs too; my right received 4 butterfly stitches. Later I found out I was trapped under the car for 12-13 minutes. It felt like forever, the doctor said and I knew if my dad didnt show up when he did I would have been killed. Im so blessed and flat out lucky that my dad was there and Bo dog, he even did as much as he could. Best fucking dog ever, better than youre dog!
Its not over yet, Im still having difficult time breathing and I spit up blood every now and then, all I can at this point is rest.
100% true
Today I nearly died and this isnt a pun or an exaggeration, I had never been so close to my demise and never been so afraid in my life. I purchased this little sports car for $200 from a friend of my dads and I have been working on it for the past month, Ive been hoping to get it going so I can visit Epiic in Georgia and a few other out of state friends. This morning I was replacing the brake lines I had jacked up the car and placed two small jacks under the left and right side of the body. Usually you are supposed to do it on the frame of the car but I had been doing it on the body on this car and there was never any problem, in fact Ive done it with a dozen vehicles and never an issue occurred.
I was at my parents house and was working on the car in my dads pole barn; he was working on something else in the barn too. My beloved, compassionate and smart dog Bo was with us too. My dad left to make a phone call in the house (he has a land line for his business) so it was just me and Bo. I was under the car on my back between the driver side wheels. (Note the car is a 92 Capri, a very small, low to the ground car) I was yanking through a brake line when suddenly both jack stands made a loud metallic sounding ting, immediately the car came down. The jack on my side (both jacks actually) had push through the body of the car and into the floor I grabbed it with my right hand and clench it tight as I could.
See it wanted to push up further into the floor, hence making the car lower and crushing my chest and ribs. My right hand was literally holding the jack and the metal and pressured gash open my hand, blood was dripping out. All the while this is happening the car is crushing me, the weight was so intense I literally could not scream and I was pinned, no wiggle room, no breathing room, each time I inhale the car seem to push down more. Bo at the moment the car crashed down he was right beside my side constantly sniffing my sides and whimpering at one point he even tried to scratch the floor as if he was trying to dig under to get to me, I knew I never trained him but I hoped he would go get my dad instead he stayed beside my side trying to get me out. Now my left arm and hand are also stuck under the car, I can move it but not much, my cell phone was in my left pocket but I couldnt reach for it. Bo once again showed I was trying to reach my pocket with my trapped left hand, Bo frantically began scratching my pocket (I am not making any of this up) but he cant get to it. The whole time the weight of the car is unbearable, tears were literally running down my face out of the pain I was feeling, all I can do to describe it is imagine being stabbed very slowly and youre never able to move with all your strength.
I closed my eyes and thought I just want it to be over, either kill me now or somebody save me. My right hand gripping the jack was losing its strength and then it happened I let go and the car just sank lower and it felt like I was blacking out, I wanted to cry out, scream, shout but it was impossible to. Suddenly I heard my dad shout What the fuck!? I saw his feet run around the car, he grabbed his big industrial power jack and it instantly lifted my tomb off me. I rolled out and spit out blood and cry out, the oxygen coming back into my lungs felt like fire. I laid on the floor for a second (Bo licking my face and still whimpering) my old man got me in his truck and drove me to the ER. Once I could breathe a little better (it still hurts like a son of a bitch) I texted all my friends, and the only one, I swear on my grave, who texted me back was Epiic, she was like an angel to reply, I needed a connection with someone, I mean I had my dad before he was more concerned by myself body need my mental being. We get to the ER and wait, and wait, and wait despite the fact I was crushed and nearly killed by a car.
Finally I get in and the doctor (no compassion or sense of remorse) checked me out, x-rays all that. 4 damaged ribs. 2 severely bruised and the other 2 the cartilage was torn and he said the pressure pinched one of my lungs too; my right received 4 butterfly stitches. Later I found out I was trapped under the car for 12-13 minutes. It felt like forever, the doctor said and I knew if my dad didnt show up when he did I would have been killed. Im so blessed and flat out lucky that my dad was there and Bo dog, he even did as much as he could. Best fucking dog ever, better than youre dog!
Its not over yet, Im still having difficult time breathing and I spit up blood every now and then, all I can at this point is rest.
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