I know, a strange title indeed. But it seemed fitting. To say this weekend was stressful is quite the understatement. My older brother was in an unbelievable car wreck on Saturday afternoon. He had a rear tire blow out on his Ford F250 truck and lost control then flew off an embankment to plummet 100 feet, taking out trees on his way down.
This is what is left of that truck..even the tow trucker drivers said it was one of the most horrendous crashes they have seen, and they see plenty…
This is the back and ladder rack.
Passenger side or I should say where the passenger side was, thankfully no one was riding with him, they would not have made it out alive. We were trying to find any of my brother’s belongings that might’ve been inside but the cab is inaccessible.
Now for the miracle part…here is where my brother was sitting..
You can see the roof comes down against and into his seat…he pulled himself halfway out before the emergency workers arrived…and got away with 8 broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a scrape on his head. He is plenty sore but will recover.
You thought the title was about the truck but it really describes my brother…he takes a beatin’ and keeps on smilin’.
Of course my cousin swears my brother is made of rubber. They have worked together in the past, my brother is a roofer, and my cousin says that he has seen him fall from a roof, bounce back up, dust himself off and climb back up the ladder to keep on working.
Yep, built Ford Tough!
Good night Big Brother, keep safe.
G’night to everyone else as well…next I will share more garden photos. The weather has warmed to near 80, so heaven in my mountain garden.