Posted on 09/07/2019 11:33:35 PM PDT by Berlin_Freeper
Dan Anderson was lying on the forest floor when he regained consciousness.
He had no idea how much time had passed. Had it been a couple of hours or a full day?
His last memory was of falling about 50 feet from a large tree.
“This is a lot farther than I expected,” he remembered thinking as he had accelerated toward the ground.
Dan tried to get up but his legs wouldn’t work, and hot searing pain coursed through his pelvis. Feeling an “indentation” in his back, he knew he had broken it.
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No doubt a hockey player too...
Rather not try and recall my motorcycle crash reading about this..
Why go 50 feet up a tree? If deer hunting 15 feet is plenty. If you’re quiet ain’t no deer going to notice you. Bear hunting may take it up to 20 feet. Over scienced into a broken back? Sucks
He tried to kill himself.
Interesting story. Faced with death (and sober) when he came to the next morning he crawled for 3 or 4 days with a broken back (and paralyzed waist down). He recovered from the paralysis.
And now he wants to help other people.
I read the story. (Sorry, all). ;)
A bear stalked him! This took place in Canada—which wasn’t mentioned. Their map took me to the Trans-Canada Highway, plus the use of “Constable”.
Sounds like an episode of “I Shouldn’t Be Alive”. Great show, btw.
It sounds like the guy isn't afraid to work hard and persevere. I hope that he can help others (and himself) to find and use those qualities in making their lives better.
One of my discs slipped, splintered and punctured my spinal cord. I was in bed, in the middle of nowhere, Ga and husband was out of town for 2 weeks.
No one could hear me scream, I had no phone nearby and after regaining consciousness, I had to drag myself out of bed, falling to and hitting the floor. My lower body was useless and I couldn’t even get to a phone on the counter as I was unable to stand. I had to drag myself through my house and wasn’t able to understand why my lower body didn’t work.
It has been a difficult time but I can walk now - almost 10 years later. I cannot imagine what that man went through as I still remember just having to drag my body through a house - every single second of it with no one hearing me scream.
This man is a Superhero and I wish him well in his journey towards recovery.
Wow, I am glad you are ok now!
I read the story also. Inspiring.
Keep on keeping on.
Your story is inspiring also!
With a name like Abbotsford, I knew the story didn't take place in the US.
I grew up in Abbotsford. It’s right across the border from Sumas, WA. There is a lot of rugged country and the forests are thick from west coast rain.
I used to hanglide, climb, mountaineer etc all over southern BC, but I didn’t try what this guy did.
My friend up here was downhill mountain biking down there and wiped out and broke his back in three places. He still hiked a few miles out. He’s crazy heh.
My one and only visit to British Columbia took place in July, 1965. We drove to Vancouver, took a ferry to Vancouver Island and another back to Anacortes, Wash.
I remember hearing many people speaking in English accents. Apparently, British immigrants to Canada settled there, preferring the mild climate of British Columbia over the harsher climate in the rest of the country.
Well, I was born there in 75, and even a hit after you’d hear the odd English accent. Now it’s all Asian.
I go visit sometimes, but the whole lower mainland feels like a foreign country to me now.
That's amazing. I don't recall seeing any Asians in British Columbia in 1965. But at that time, there were also no Vietnamese, Koreans, East Indians or Arabs in Southern California, where I lived, and still do.
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