Logger Crisis 1

Gary Edinger Is a logger who was just doing his job one cold winter day when he ran into what we will modestly call a personal crisis of epic proportion. “it was bitter cold that morning, 40° below zero at our house when I woke up. I am the kind of person that just won't let weather beat me. A normal logger doesn't go to work when it gets that cold but I went to work. About 9 o’clock in the morning, a tree I was falling kicks back off a stump and as I was running away, it swung sideways and when it came down, it came down right on the very edge of a stump that my left leg was just trying to clear. So my leg was on the stump when the tree came down and sheared it off. There wasn't any pain, there was just a big kaboom to my system. I ended up sitting on another tree that I had just before. I touch my chest and it was solid. I thought to myself that I was all right. I went to stand up and my left leg didn’t touch the ground. I tried it a second time and remember my thigh moving but nothing was going on. I turned my eyes around to see what was going on and I was preparing myself to see a broken leg. Instead, I didn’t have a leg. There was steam coming off off the end of the stump of my leg and a stream of blood about the size of a pencil flowing in to the snow. I spotted my boot laying in the snow twisted backwards with something white sticking out of it. I jerked my head around and tried to wake up from this total nightmare. I did not know how long I would last.