When I regained consciousness, one of the other workers was holding me up, and I declared, “Alright, time to fight again.” I started giving instructions to the others, asking someone to hold my belt.
They called 911 and put me on a 4 wheeler. I told one of my coworkers to grab my arm because I had seen it on the ground after getting off the conveyor belt. It was a five-minute ride to the front office, The sheriff arrived, putting on a proper tourniquet. A few minutes later, I was put into a gurney and into the back of an ambulance with my dad.
I arrived at the local hospital, and after about 45 minutes, I was transported by helicopter to St. Joseph’s Hospital in Phoenix, Arizona. I recall everything on that flight until they administered anesthesia.
Exactly a month after the accident, I was released from the hospital, and three days later, I was back at work.
Since then, I’ve become more determined in my goals and aspirations. I consider it a speed bump in my life, not a setback, U-turn, or roundabout. I put on my prosthetic every day, and I’m grateful to be alive.
