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November 1, 2004 I was working for a company that builds power lines. You know, the high voltage transmission lines. We were doing stringing operations, which is the process of connecting the conductor cables to the structures.

We had two mobile crane trucks situated parallel to one another. The inside unit was equipped with a man basket. The outside unit had a 150 lb ball hook on a single part line (this is a configuration of the crane for lifting light loads). I was standing with my brother on the catwalk of the inside unit. The man in the basket was attaching the stringing dollies to the other crane, which would in turn lower them down for us to detach.

We had just finished the last structure of the workday, and the crane operator on the outside unit was "racking up," or placing the crane boom into its stored for travel position. My brother and I were standing face to face talking. We were about 3 ft apart. As the crane boom was swinging overhead, the shaft in the cable reel broke, and the 150 lb hunk of metal fell directly in between us.

It hit me with a glancing blow. That was about as close to death that I have come I think. The ballhook just clipped the brim of my hardhat smashing it down on the bridge of my nose, and ultimately flipping the hat about 30 yards through the air. Either the hook, or the frayed wire protruding from the "crow's foot" (device used to attach the crane cable to the ballhook) caught my clothing and ripped my shirt, and pants literally all the way down. Seriously, it tore my shirt, and pants completely open leaving me half naked, but it didn't break the skin. How's that for a close call?

This thing left a smudge of yellow paint on the safety glasses that I was wearing. Close one right? The force of this glancing blow caused my hardhat to both lacerate and break my nose. It jarred my skull hard enough to break three teeth. Some portion of the device hit my thigh on the way down, and jacked it up really bad. I had a "severe contusion of the left quadricep."

It knocked me from the catwalk on the back of the truck, and I hit my head on one of the outriggers (extensions that add stability to the unit). When I hit the ground my left leg got all pretzel twisted underneath me, which left me with a strained LCL (lateral cruciate ligament) in the knee.

Everyone who witnessed it thought that it killed me. Later, my brother told me, "I really thought I saw you die." I was fully conscious through the entire event. I never saw it coming, but I remember what went though my mind. The thought of death never entered.

At the moment of impact I thought, "What the F-ck!"

I didn't really know what was happening, but I knew that I intended to survive it. When I was on the ground I laid motionless for a moment, and I thought, "Ouch!"

Then I kicked my leg out from underneath me, and sat up.

Phew!

I bet that was scary though..

All the scary stuff came later during the 6 months in the hospital!
UGH!

Never too much boobies....unless you are Richard Simmons

Well, 28 hours ago I was in the store below. Kinda glad it happened today instead of yesterday:




The Indianapolis Metro Police SWAT Team is at a strip mall on the
Southeast side.

A man is reportedly holed up near the CVS drug store in the Linwood
Shopping Center.

Eyewitnesses say the entire area is swarming with police.

Listen for the latest updates on FM 93.1 WIBC

BurrrLUddy hell!... that WAS a close call

oo ::: whooooooooshhhh:: I dunno who he is Ship?

a really nelly exercise guru here in the US.....more feminine than Faith Hill!

yep it brings a whole new meaning to the term ' going to the toilet '

Wow! scary...

and she never even knew what just happened.. blimey!.. imagine if you could find her now and tell her what happened that day..

I was electrocuted -- couldn't let go. Someone had to rescue me. I would have died had someone not come along who knew what they were doing. I definitely thought I was going to die and felt my life energy going. The only thing I could think of was that I didn't think this was my time or that I would die this way. I was surprised, but surprisingly okay with dying. Anyway, I was right. It wasn't my time.

waited too long to go to the hospital.. i stopped breathing ... i was lucky... they didnt want me upstairs / or down for that matter ... lmao

I was electrocuted -- couldn't let go. Someone had to rescue me. I would have died had someone not come along who knew what they were doing. I definitely thought I was going to die and felt my life energy going. The only thing I could think of was that I didn't think this was my time or that I would die this way. I was surprised, but surprisingly okay with dying. Anyway, I was right. It wasn't my time.

hi indy ...what was the outcome of that one ?...tell you something fella the police face people that want them to kill them rather than them having to

GO BACK TO PRISON FOR A LONG SENTENCE AGAIN all the time !



i forget what they call it ..but a lot of people would rather ' shoot it out ' with the police knowing their going to be

SHOT DEAD RATHER THAN BE TAKEN ALIVE



can you imagine what goes through their minds as they're being closed in on



what would you do at your age?.. surrender ? or made sure they killed you ?

Aug 2, 2001...

Woke up exactly three miles from home. Driving. I was asleep. And on the wrong side of the road. The only thought that crossed my mind was my neighbor driving into work and that if I were to pull back on the road, I would hit Jim and Kathy. I would never been able to live with myself.

I did the only think that I could do. I closed my eyes and prayed. I woke up 40 feet from the road on a steep grade. I was outside of the car. Blood was flowing from both ears, glass sticking out of my arms, face, shoulders. My face swollen fully on the left side. My hair was matted with blood, grass, and leaves.

I was taken to the hospital 30 minutes away. I was in and out of consciousness and felt like I was continually falling on my head. I spent three days in the hospital. Major concusion, various laceration to the face, hyphema (blood in the iris) of both eyes, dislocated shoulded, and fractor to the right femur. I was in bad shape. I was completely alone, and I had a lot "unfinished" business. I was riding the thin red line.

I went home, one month and two days later...I was getting my life back on track. Visiting my brother in Hutchinson, Kansas. I was standing in a pen with a young colt. In the blink of an eye, I was on my knees blood pouring from my nose and mouth. There was no flash of light, no revelation of the coming end. With the assistance of my sister-in-law, I went to the hospital. After four hours, and various ct scans. I was sent home, to return to "a specialist" the following morning.

1:00pm the following day, I arrived at the office of Dr. Robert Epp, ear nose and throat specialist and facial reconstructive surgeon. I knew at this point that something was seriously wrong. I was welcomed with open arms to the office. Each nurse in awe of the swelling that made my face look something a soccer ball, only the colors were more purple, black, green, and yellow. Oh and the donald duck bandaid that girls at the ER found so funny didn't help.

Moving on...I was told that I would have surgery the following week.

After a 6 hour surgery. 2 plates, one bracket, and a reset nose.

My doctor informed me shortly after the surgery that if anything about the incident would have been different I would have at minimum been blind but more likely dead.

It was that I stared death in the face but that it looked at me and said HA HA!

It was in that couple of months that I realized the preciousness of life. My own reality and the fact that indeed I am not invisible.

Life is a wonderful!

I definitely have stared death in the face....and do not wish to recall or discuss it.