My wife Ashley had left me and I was rebuilding cars. It was the start of January and I wasn’t selling any cars. So I decided to find a part time job. I got in the paper and found seasonal work for Budweiser through Christmas. So I interview and got hired because I already had a class A CDL. I had worked a couple of weeks and we were delivering to a liquor store and it was getting to be a little past noon. We had a box trailer with a Tommy lift on the back to lower the pallets to the ground. The problem was that it was a little far away from the truck and in order to get the pallet jack to roll over the gap was to get it going at a pretty good pace and then stopping it real fast once it got completely onto the lift. I had gotten a pallet going and when I reached the Tommy lift I stumbled a little and I thought hell so I dropped the pallet to the floor of the lift hoping that it would stop and it did, the only issue was that the pallet wrap stretched and the top of the pallet had slid knocking me off of the lift and down 3-4 feet to the ground and the pallet came toppling down on me with 62 cases of Budweiser , a pallet, and the pallet jack came tumbling down on my legs. I was lying on my left side and my right leg at the knee was being held up by my left foot / boot when the pallet and all came down on top of me. It broke my lower right into f pieces. My Tibia was broken in two pieces and my fibula was broken in two and protruding out of the inside of my lower leg. As soon as it happened a young guy comes running up and is throwing the beer off of my legs. We are both getting drenched from the beer spraying all over. When he uncovered my legs I noticed that my knee was pointing up now and my leg was completely crooked. The paramedics arrived quickly and gave me a couple of vials of Morphine but that was not enough. They gave me a 3rd and it was lights out for me. Well I might have been awake, but no one was home. I got to the hospital and went into surgery. I now have rod 4 screws in my leg. I remember coming out of surgery and cracking jokes with all of the nurses and having 3 or 4 of them around me laughing. I got out of the hospital on 12/23 and spent a couple of weeks in bed. I lived by my self so it was kind of tough. I remember at times cooking soup (out of a can, is that really cooking?) And putting it into a plastic bowl with a lid and doing the same with a drink and kicking it through the house with my crutches to lie down and eat. I had a lot of friends stop by and several stay with me to help take me to the doctor. You will find out who your friends are
