His employee, Geoff, called my in-laws to get my cell number.
He told me that the paramedics took him to St. Michael's Hospital in Toronto. (he was working in Toronto that day)
I had been told that he seemed to be OK but I really had no idea what his condition truly was.
It seemed like a very long drive to the city.
I was afraid of what I was going to see when I got there.
So many terrible thoughts went through my head.
When I got to the emergency room and started walking toward bed 9 my stomach was in complete chaos and I was fighting back the tears.
The curtain was open and there he was, covered in blood, wrapped in blankets and wearing a neck brace.
Oh my God! That is not a sight I ever want to witness ever again!
All I could think was "Thank God he's alive"! "What the hell would I do without him"!
He had x-rays...no broken bones.
He had a CT scan...no brain injuries.
He was given six stitches in his head and four in his eye. (the man has the hardest head in the world)
He had several big, deep bruises. (more than two weeks later some still remain)
He was released from the hospital approximately five hours after he arrived.
This is a photo of the structure that he fell from...it is 25' high...he fell head first!
This photo was taken well after his fall. Long after the structure was fixed and his trailer has been moved. The wood forms were also not there at the time.
Basically, he landed in the ONLY spot that was free of any obstructions, a space barely bigger than he is. Had there been any variation in the way he fell or how he landed...the outcome probably would have been devastating.
I think that maybe...just maybe...an Angel caught him.
