whalerkyle
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Ok, I'm just completely bored out of my mind at work today, and reading about Ken's mishap has inspired me to share some personal misfortune.
Heres a little short story about my bad luck over the past 28 years.
10 years old, living in the Sierra Mountains with my family. I loved to watch the local Lumberjacks cut down the huge trees and feel them crash to the ground. One day I was standing too close and the Lumberjack lost hold of his chainsaw and it somehow kicked back out of his hands and landed squarely on my shin. Complete loss of the left foot. I woke up in the hospital in Fresno County with my entire left leg in a cast, and foot sewed back on. Now it's 3 sizes smaller then the right foot.
Age 13, same mountain area, me and a buddy found some old miner shed with a few rusty tools left in it. I just happen to put my foot up on a stump when at the same time my friend slammed down an old rusty hatchet he had found. Now my 3 middle toes on my LEFT FOOT were chopped off. We didn't wear shoes. I was actually able to hobble to the main road and call for help. The toes were sewn back on, and leeches were used to pull the blood to the tips of the toes. They still work today, but kinda twisted and ugly.
Age 17 living in Orange County, and riding dirt bikes each day. I was cleaning the chain by holding a rag around the chain, while the bike was in gear, with the engine running. POP, there goes the LEFT middle finger, just below the outer knuckle. Finger was never to be seen again.
Age 18, Motocross race in San Jacinto California. 90 foot double jump, landing short, smashing my face into my handlebars crushing my eyesockets, cheekbones, nosebridge, and jaw. 18 Titanium plates later I'm good as new.
Age 20, got a boat, took up SCUBA/Spearfishing/Rod and Reel fishing, and never had an accident since.
Anyone else have any stories?
Kyle-Can you tell I'm bored?
Heres a little short story about my bad luck over the past 28 years.
10 years old, living in the Sierra Mountains with my family. I loved to watch the local Lumberjacks cut down the huge trees and feel them crash to the ground. One day I was standing too close and the Lumberjack lost hold of his chainsaw and it somehow kicked back out of his hands and landed squarely on my shin. Complete loss of the left foot. I woke up in the hospital in Fresno County with my entire left leg in a cast, and foot sewed back on. Now it's 3 sizes smaller then the right foot.
Age 13, same mountain area, me and a buddy found some old miner shed with a few rusty tools left in it. I just happen to put my foot up on a stump when at the same time my friend slammed down an old rusty hatchet he had found. Now my 3 middle toes on my LEFT FOOT were chopped off. We didn't wear shoes. I was actually able to hobble to the main road and call for help. The toes were sewn back on, and leeches were used to pull the blood to the tips of the toes. They still work today, but kinda twisted and ugly.
Age 17 living in Orange County, and riding dirt bikes each day. I was cleaning the chain by holding a rag around the chain, while the bike was in gear, with the engine running. POP, there goes the LEFT middle finger, just below the outer knuckle. Finger was never to be seen again.
Age 18, Motocross race in San Jacinto California. 90 foot double jump, landing short, smashing my face into my handlebars crushing my eyesockets, cheekbones, nosebridge, and jaw. 18 Titanium plates later I'm good as new.
Age 20, got a boat, took up SCUBA/Spearfishing/Rod and Reel fishing, and never had an accident since.
Anyone else have any stories?
Kyle-Can you tell I'm bored?
