Back in February 2011, I walked out of my job about 6:30 PM, the last soul. The weather had been uncharacteristically warm that day but I did not realize the evening brought a deep freeze. Next thing I know I was waking up in the gutter staring at my foot about 150 degrees out of alignment. Apparently I'd fallen on ice, was made unconscious, had a broken leg, and had a profoundly dislocated ankle. It was quite dark and there wasn't a soul in sight.
I dialed 911 on my cell but had a terrible connection. Apparently I got the address across, but not the fact that I was in the back of the building. In ten long minutes, an ambulance showed up BUT PASSED ME RIGHT BY, seeming to search the front of the building, a hundred yards away. You can imagine the feeling of helplessness.
Thinking beyond my despair, I whipped out my SureFire T1A, dialed in "high", and waved it wildly at the ambulance, who saw it and came screamimg back for me. Upon arriving, the driver said "You'd have been here another 20 minutes without that light; I never thought to look here".
FYI, I'm recovering slowly. The break is plated and screwed and pretty much quiet. The damned dislocation is taking forever to heal.
I can't imagine what the wait would have been like without my EDC.
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