Another more times than I can count.  It was kind of like my job a few times in my life in different jobs.

Probably the most miraculous I ever saw that I actually played but a minor role was a guy in a head-on brought to hospital in a setting position with a steering wheel lodged into him after a drunk driver hit him while on his way to work.  The older car steering wheel had punctured both his aorta and femoral artery and was still lodged there.  Many people helped here.  The EMTs had the foresight to cut the wheel off and leave it in him plus keep him in a sitting position. They were both combat medics btw.  My small role was cross matching more blood than I can count, literally squeezing four units, O neg at first, at a time into this guy, and holding stats while the surgeon worked on the arteries.  There just wasn’t enough hands in the OR to put in this guys gut.   The surgeon, damn was he good.  He worked on that guy for 48 straight hours without rest.  Up until then I had seen many die with far less wounds and thought this guy was dead for sure but that surgeon pulled his ass through. He must have had an unbelieveable constitution and will to live.  This whole thing was done with this guy setting up which made it all so surreal.  I can still smell that bowel smell, the smell of burning human flesh as the doctor cauterized, and see those hands working so adeptly with sutures all at an unbelievable angle and pace.  This guy was a wreck inside.  

Anything I did before that or after that paled in comparison to that weekend and what that surgeon pulled off.  Yes, I believed in miracles after that and miracle workers.   When the guy was well enough I let him know what he owed that guy.  As for us, that surgeon was our company hero after that.  

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