has anyone ever been or knows any body that has ever been?

Question

in a real real bad car accident? ie-person or you being in acoma?

Answer 1

Yes, a friend of mine was in a very nasty motorcycle accident; he was going full speed ahead when a 18-wheel truck got into his way. He was in a comma for four months; his spinal cord was severed at the level of the waist, so he can't feel anything in what little was left below that area {both legs were amputated at upper-thigh level, and his genitalia are gone, too}. Both arms were fractured, as well as his skull; he suffered massive facial trauma, but this was patched up by a plastic surgeon; he grew a beard to hide some of the lower-face scars. He's undergone 37 different surgical procedures to date, but needs more to restore the use of his lower arms and hands to the fullest extent possible. Of course, he's wheelchair-bound, but he's already in charge of his business, which he already owned before he had that terrible accident: a motorcycle dealer and parts store. He's 35, married and has two teenager sons.

Answer 2

I was in a terrible motorcycle accident in '95, (and almost found out why Emergency Room Staff call motorcycles - "Donorcycles").. Traveling east bound in the inside lane of an Interstate Hiway on a very windy day on a Big Honda Interstatre that I had just purchased, a truck running empty passed me on the right. I was going about 70 mph, he was a little faster. We had just come out from under a bridge and the shelter of the wind it provided. As we cleared the berm of the descending "on" ramp on our right, the full force of the wind caught the trailer van full forcejust as the tail end of the van was passing me.

The wind had enough force to whip the tail end of the truck over about three feet and just tap my right handle bar - which was just enought to send me down into the weed choked median - still under control - but none-the-less still doing 70 and bumping up & down on the rough terrain like a bronc rider. I'm sure the semi-driver never even knew what happened as he had all he could do jusr to keep his rig on the road.

Mean time, I had raced down into the shallow bootom of the median betwwn the opposite moving lanes of east bound & west bound interstate straffic, and I hit the open end of a drainage culvert.

I remember going into the median, and that's it until I came to on the intestate roadway looking at a small stream of thick almost black blood running across the asphalt away from me, and thinking that If I could just get up, - every thing would be OK, but I could'nt move, and then things went dark.

The next time I came to, Someome was sawing my back in pieces and a paramedic with a ridiculous helmet on was yelling at me to stay with him - and I was back in Viet nam on a cn a chopper, and I knew I was hit bad - again. And I drifted up out of my body above the chopper - yes I was in a chopper, but it was white with a red cross on it, and it was still on the ground, and my two buddies who we driving my truck and pulling my best friends trailer we there in the crowd in the median. Two cars were pulled over on the inside lane with several trooper & sherrif cars, and an ambulance, and a semi trailer truck was half in the ditech further along down the West Bound Lane, and another Semi- trailer rig was streched out jacknifed accross both west bound lanes - backing up traffic as far as the eye could see. Flares were down on the West bound interstate accross both lanes: forming a chopper pad. I watched as a young woman who was crying, was being wrapped in a blanket by a man who could only be her father, while a trooper talked in ernest to the pair.

I saw where I must have come to rest on the opposite lanes of the interstate - my helmut and a shoe lay there plus some medical debris, and a lot of blood. I could find my motorcycle right away, until I noticed a knot of firefighters about a football field up the median away to the west. There it was! It was hardly recognizeable as what it had once been. I could not figure out how I had gotten so far from the bike. I was later informed by a Stare Trooper that a witness said that that I appeared to have flown almost 50 yards after impact in a tight ball, and when I landed I was still in a ball, and rolled for what seemed like forever untill I stopped in the upright sitting position in the center of the right hand westbound lane in the path of an on-comming car, (Drivien by the crying young woman with the blanket over her shoulders),

She had had no chance to avoid me, for I had come flying up out of the ditch right infromt of another car - so close that he probably did not even see me - because he never stopped, and she was comming up behind him on the right about two or three car lengths behind, so she never saw me until it was too late. I was extremely luck in that while she froze, her dad had lightning quick reflexes and he reached over an yanked the wheel to the right - which saved my life, yes the car hit and ran over me but the blow was glancing and I did not get pulled under the car and rolled over & over at highway speed,

Unfortunately the rotation of the front tire did pull me/ throw me across the centerline into the left lane where a minivan driven by a a painter from a nearby town, who was lighting a cigaraette and dropped the lighter - yes - no kidding dropped the vans plug in lighter, and was bent down trying to fish it out from under the passenger seat - when he ran over me as I lay face down. Luckily he didn't flip, and did not go into the median either - but it did take him about a 1/2 a mile to stop and come back - I heard.

However, the Hero of the day was another semi-driver hauling re-steel, who was comming up on all this, and was braking like mad, and wasn't sure he could stop in time, and was pretty sure even if he could stop in time other motorists would just go around him, and flatten me. And this guy, Justin Winters from El Paso, Texas, - without another thought and a qucik prayer decided the only thing he could do was to try to execute a 60 mile an hour jacknife across both lanes and as much or the right hand apron as possible. Why the 5th wheel never snapped I do not, why the rig never flipped over and over and over I'll never understand, but neither did, he blew 8 tires, and bent and twisted the trailer frame so bad it would necer trail again, but he stopped traffic, all by himself, and he had just given me another chance at life by doing so. (When news of his Heroic action got out the Local Vovo White Dealership Fixed His right for no charge).

I died, (technically ), 4 times on the lifeflight to the Hospital. Luckily it had a Level 1 Trauma Center. I spent Most of a Year in the Hospital after the Accident, and in addition to 14 major surgeries, I broke most of the bones in my body, lost my spleen, a kidney, part of a lung, part of my bowl, my pancreas, and had damage to my liver, heart, lungs, and brain swelling, in addition to a fractured jaw, groken cheek bone, and neck. I wound up with an artifical rt knee, and rt hip from sever dislocation, I severly tore both rottor cuffs, and did a LOT of soft tissue and muscle damage. plus damage to tendons, and joints. I now have chronic degenerative osteoarthritis . I was in a drug induce coma for 3 weeks when I first came in, - to keep me from moving. And that was weird, I had some major strange dreams during that time. Anyway it was what you call a life changing experience. Several times during my hospitalization I did leave my body and hover over the bed - about 30 - 50 feet above the bed, as people rushed in and worked on me and then I was sucked back into myself. I assume these were times when I was dying, and then was " bought back".. If you need more info I think you can reach me through this answer profile thing. If not post another inquiry for me and I'll get you my e-mail address, - Good luck.

I'm pulling for you,