Exactly right there, thank god for the ambos and the doctors and surgeons. I used to work with a guy, but was in the next section at a job I got just after I left school. Everyone said to watch him, but I think they were scared of him or something. He was probably mid 40's, had one prosthetic lower leg, his left leg was twisted inwards and walked with a massive limp. Used to get on with really well with him and he was telling me one day about his accident. Reckoned he was dead when ambo's arrived, kept reviving him on the way to hospital, doctors told his Mrs that they didn't think he'd make it, spent months in a coma, took years and years of rehab for everything, from talking, to walking and everything else in between. But the mad old bugger use to keep riding bikes, rain, hail or shine. The mad old bugger reckons what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so I told him the story of my mate (he was still in hospital at the time) he reckons when your times up, your times up and when his is finally up, and he'll probably be riding there, pi$$ing himself laughing. I remember thinking this guy is totally nuts. I've often wondered if the mad old bugger is still alive.
PS just realised while writing this, about calling him a mad OLD bugger. I am now near about the age he was at the time. Where did all of the years go. LOL.