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<blockquote data-quote="Nick Wagner" data-source="post: 1689174" data-attributes="member: 25329"><p>I have spent sleepless nights worrying about local boys taking foolish chances Dave. Let me share my story.</p><p></p><p> I once had a doctor stand beside my hospital bed and tell me, young man, you should be dead. Another doctor said his daughter called him, she was upset because she had seen a farmer get killed. I told him to quick call her back because I wasn't dead. l couldn't move my legs though. I swerved to miss a car and the tractor rolled over. I can hear the metal screeching and tearing every time I think back, and it happened in 1988. The beet planter was on top of the tractor when everything stopped and I laid underneath it, drenched in diesel fuel, the tractor on it's side running wide open above me. Witnesses said I flew high in the air when the tractor rolled. I somehow pulled myself out, all I could think was that engine is going to blow or catch on fire and I needed to get away from it. I crawled far enough I felt safe, rolled over on my back and closed my eyes. A girl told me "mister, don't die". I don't think I'm dying but I've got diesel fuel in my eyes and it burns I told her.</p><p></p><p>The side of my head looked like hamburger. They wouldn't let me sleep nor give me anything for pain for fear I had a brain injury. A woman came in and started digging stones and dirt out, then she tried shaving my head. That livened things up. My butt cheek was just as bad, wore through my carharts and blue jeans. Spent about ten days in the hospital but I mostly recovered, went to therapy all summer. Dad and Grandpa were arguing about something after they had loaded the planter and turned their backs one day, so I managed to pull myself onto the tractor and plant a few acres of corn. By the time they started planting beans, I could get around well enough on crutches to carry a bag of beans on my shoulders. Still have swelling in one hip that never went away. Doctors wanted to do exploratory surgery, no way that was happening. That hip talks to me every day now.</p><p></p><p>I share my story in the hope others can learn from my experience. A couple years ago, I gave an interview to a regional paper. The day they ran the story, a fellow saw it and called me. He had survived a tractor rollover but was busted up much worse than I had been, said my story gave him hope he could farm again. I went to see him. He met me at the door in his wheelchair, tears streaming down his cheeks.</p><p></p><p>I've been told the good Lord looks after babies and fools, and I'm no baby. I wasn't afraid until everything had stopped sliding, then I was scared of burning alive. I couldn't figure out how I had crawled out on my hands and knees when I later couldn't move my legs. Witnesses said I pulled myself out using my elbows. And the car? They said it went about a half mile up the road, the driver got out and walked around the car, then got back in and drove away.</p><p></p><p>Accidents happen every day, but many are preventable. One last thing. Tell your children you love them, today.</p><p></p><p>Nick</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nick Wagner, post: 1689174, member: 25329"] I have spent sleepless nights worrying about local boys taking foolish chances Dave. Let me share my story. I once had a doctor stand beside my hospital bed and tell me, young man, you should be dead. Another doctor said his daughter called him, she was upset because she had seen a farmer get killed. I told him to quick call her back because I wasn’t dead. l couldn’t move my legs though. I swerved to miss a car and the tractor rolled over. I can hear the metal screeching and tearing every time I think back, and it happened in 1988. The beet planter was on top of the tractor when everything stopped and I laid underneath it, drenched in diesel fuel, the tractor on it’s side running wide open above me. Witnesses said I flew high in the air when the tractor rolled. I somehow pulled myself out, all I could think was that engine is going to blow or catch on fire and I needed to get away from it. I crawled far enough I felt safe, rolled over on my back and closed my eyes. A girl told me “mister, don’t die”. I don’t think I’m dying but I’ve got diesel fuel in my eyes and it burns I told her. The side of my head looked like hamburger. They wouldn’t let me sleep nor give me anything for pain for fear I had a brain injury. A woman came in and started digging stones and dirt out, then she tried shaving my head. That livened things up. My butt cheek was just as bad, wore through my carharts and blue jeans. Spent about ten days in the hospital but I mostly recovered, went to therapy all summer. Dad and Grandpa were arguing about something after they had loaded the planter and turned their backs one day, so I managed to pull myself onto the tractor and plant a few acres of corn. By the time they started planting beans, I could get around well enough on crutches to carry a bag of beans on my shoulders. Still have swelling in one hip that never went away. Doctors wanted to do exploratory surgery, no way that was happening. That hip talks to me every day now. I share my story in the hope others can learn from my experience. A couple years ago, I gave an interview to a regional paper. The day they ran the story, a fellow saw it and called me. He had survived a tractor rollover but was busted up much worse than I had been, said my story gave him hope he could farm again. I went to see him. He met me at the door in his wheelchair, tears streaming down his cheeks. I’ve been told the good Lord looks after babies and fools, and I’m no baby. I wasn’t afraid until everything had stopped sliding, then I was scared of burning alive. I couldn’t figure out how I had crawled out on my hands and knees when I later couldn’t move my legs. Witnesses said I pulled myself out using my elbows. And the car? They said it went about a half mile up the road, the driver got out and walked around the car, then got back in and drove away. Accidents happen every day, but many are preventable. One last thing. Tell your children you love them, today. Nick [/QUOTE]
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