03-29-2019, 10:26 AM
And I didn't even know she had saved my life!
The car we wrecked in was small and it was crunched by the tree, so I always wondered how they had gotten me out without ripping the car apart.
Yesterday, I'm getting my hair cut, and I turn around afterwards and there's this lady looking at me with coloring in her hair and she says "you're Brad Fritz?"
I just smile and nod.
She says "I was in the car with you!"
I just smile and nod again.
She repeats herself.
Is this lady high? What car? It was only me, the passenger and the driver in the wreck.
I just smile and nod.
She says "you were my first call."
Now, I'm kind of curious, but still not sure what she's talking about.
"I was a first responder to the cemetery the night of the wreck. They couldn't get to you because the car was so crunched up and I was small enough to fit in it, so we knocked out the back windshield, I climbed in, opened your airway, got you breathing, and then lifted you out the back............."
I just start BAWLING crying, and I NEVER cry.
If they had waited for the jaws of life or even just used their tools to bust it all open and get me out, there's no way that I survive.
I've met the pilot of Aircare that flew me to the hospital in Cincinnati, I've met the cop who called Aircare, and I've met a few other people, but this lady is literally the reason that I'm alive.
I kept crying on and off for the next two hours.
Sorry but I had to share with my family on here because it pretty much feels like that's what we are!
The car we wrecked in was small and it was crunched by the tree, so I always wondered how they had gotten me out without ripping the car apart.
Yesterday, I'm getting my hair cut, and I turn around afterwards and there's this lady looking at me with coloring in her hair and she says "you're Brad Fritz?"
I just smile and nod.
She says "I was in the car with you!"
I just smile and nod again.
She repeats herself.
Is this lady high? What car? It was only me, the passenger and the driver in the wreck.
I just smile and nod.
She says "you were my first call."
Now, I'm kind of curious, but still not sure what she's talking about.
"I was a first responder to the cemetery the night of the wreck. They couldn't get to you because the car was so crunched up and I was small enough to fit in it, so we knocked out the back windshield, I climbed in, opened your airway, got you breathing, and then lifted you out the back............."
I just start BAWLING crying, and I NEVER cry.
If they had waited for the jaws of life or even just used their tools to bust it all open and get me out, there's no way that I survive.
I've met the pilot of Aircare that flew me to the hospital in Cincinnati, I've met the cop who called Aircare, and I've met a few other people, but this lady is literally the reason that I'm alive.
I kept crying on and off for the next two hours.
Sorry but I had to share with my family on here because it pretty much feels like that's what we are!