作者：Bruce Van Natta 2020-09-24 07:00
My name is Bruce Van Natta, and I love to work on trucks.
我的名字是Bruce Van Natta，我喜欢以卡车司机为职业。
I'm a self-employed diesel mechanic;
also a family man living out my power truck dreams and providing for my wife and four children.
I never gave a second thought to the danger of working on engines that weigh thousands of pounds,
until November 16, 2006. I was working on a Peterbilt logging truck about an hour from
The guy I was working with, who drives the truck, asked me if I would look at one more leak before I left.
So, if you could picture one of these great big Peterbilt trucks, I slid under the front big bumper feet first.
The front axle was jacked up and the right front wheel removed.
I said to him, "You jump up inside and see what the temperature of the engine is."
The axle is right across my chest at this point, maybe an inch or two above me.
The 20-ton capacity jack holding up the truck, shot out from its position.
This 10,000 to 12,000 pounds of weight that's on this axle, came down across my mid-section like a blunt guillotine , and nearly crushed me in half.
I tasted the blood in my throat when it fell on me.
I looked down and could see there was less than three inches of space between the bottom of the axle and the cement.
I knew the thickest part of my body was maybe two inches thick.
I begged the man that jacked up the truck to get me out from under it.
He didn't want to because he could tell that I might have a broken back and I did.
The vertebrae in my spine were cracked the width of the axle.
I tried to pull myself out from under the truck.
It was the most incredible pain you can think of.
I got myself to where my head was sticking out from under the front bumper.
The man I had been working with was on his knees next to my body.
I could faintly hear him saying, 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'
I was definitely on the edge of life and death.
There were two thoughts in my head.
One was, 'Shut your eyes and give up and die. You can rest peacefully.' 其中一个念头说
The other voice in my head was much quieter and not much more than a whisper,
'If you want to live, you're going to have to fight, and you are going to have to fight hard.'
The next thing I knew, my spirit went back down into my body.
I was conscious while I was flown on a life flight to the hospital.
Doctors there doubted I would survive the next few hours.
My ribs were broken, my pancreas and spleen crushed, and several major arteries had been severed.
We found out from doctors later, I had five places that major arteries were completely severed.
I found out from the doctors there was a medical study done in 2001.
According to that study, by the University of South California, they used my case and compared it against that study.
They can't find anyone else in the world that has lived with five major arteries being severed.
I should have bled to death in a few minutes.
I stayed in the hospital for over two months and survived five major surgeries.
After nine long months of surgeries and hospital stays, I was finally able to feed myself and gained weight, back up to 170 lbs.
When I returned for testing, radiology reports and doctors confirmed that I had almost nine feet of small intestine .
They said the small intestines were twice as good as normal.
They work just as if I had all of it; absorb the vitamins, minerals, and nutrients I take into my body.
Miracle after miracle, life was just showing up. He is a miracle worker.