Who would have known that I would have a freak accident of such caliber, a near death experience. It was May, I had just gotten ready to head out to work. I was barely exiting the house when I reached over the dial of my 2015 Ram 1500 and attempted to set it to parking so I could get out and close the gate. Without looking I exited the vehicle and felt the door push me from behind. I failed to make sure that the truck was indeed in park and now I was facing a dilemma. I could have gotten out of the way but didn’t. I, like a dumbass, decided to turn around and jump inside in an attempt to stop it. A rush of adrenaline and an array of bad decisions put me in such dire predicament.
The truck is a bit high, and has no running boards, so when I jumped in I missed my footing and my right foot fell beneath the brake and got stuck there. I reached out and grabbed the door. There I was, falling down as I lost my hold of the door and landed on the ground. I caught a glimpse of the tire headed towards my groin, or at least that’s what I thought it was. I twisted to my right in a vague attempt to avoid it, but it caught my left leg and ran me over. I felt a sharp pain shoot from the bottom of my foot as the tire tore my boot off and punctured the skin with a rock.
I grunted from the pain and lay on the ground for a minute or two. I thought, what if I just lay here for a while as I call for help. It was at that moment that I remembered that my phone was inside the truck, and I had to drag myself at least forty feet before coming to the truck. With every hop, I felt my foot pulse harder and harder. I jumped into the truck, still running, shifted it into drive, and parked it. I got my phone and made my way i to the house so I could call the Safety Manager and inform him of my freak accident. Everything after that was like a foggy dream.
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