My brother rolled an ATV onto himself on a camping trip this morning. His camping buddies were not within earshot, so he had to remove the ATV, put it upright, and then drive it back to camp - on a double-compound-fractured left leg and with a hairline fracture in his collarbone. He's out of surgery now, and still has a chance of attending my other younger brother's wedding this Saturday.
At least he didn't have to cut off an arm because it was trapped in a boulder.
P.S. - The humor in this piece is my defense mechanism, as I very nearly lost it in the dentist's office this morning as I was overcome with something akin to fear, and not of the drill.
