Power Bands.

Things happen in a flash.

That is something I have always said.

One minute you are minding your own business.

The next minute you almost chop your arm off.

What happened was that I was closing my truck door, the door to the box.

And I got my arm caught right as the door was slamming down.

Right onto my wrist!!

I thought for sure that I broke my wrist, and this was a "best case scenario".

I really thought I probably had just chopped my hand off at the wrist

and any second the pain would register and I would faint at the sight of a bloody stump.

Squirting blood and bone goo.

Fortunately for me, Burger had long ago slipped some power bracelets onto my arm.

It's true! I watched him do it... kinda.

I was pretty much asleep, but I have a hazy memory....

He really had to work pretty hard at it, 

his tongue was sticking out and everything.

 Because of his hard work I still have my hand.

I truly believe this.

That tiny band of jelly plastic saved me.

It sacrificed itself for the greater good.

(My hand being the greater good in this story.)

So that evening, I was about to put a piece of steak into my mouth

and as I was raising the fork to my mouth I noticed that the yellow power bracelet was broken.

The sight of this broken bracelet almost ruined my appetite for steak.

Almost.

It wasn't until the following morning that I put two and two together

and realized what must have happened.

It's a weird thing how we assign importance to certain items and how we think that 

they might be with us forever. I actually thought I might be buried 

with these bracelets on my wrist.

Who knows? I still have the red one...