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The Society of Broken Necks, written by Satterdad.

I was once in a terrible accident.

I was on my way home from work, but the elevators were out of service.

I had to take six flights of stairs, and after a 12-hour shift, I wasn't paying attention.

I had a terrible fall, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn't move.

I could barely breathe, and I could see my hand twitch in the corner of my eye.

It took me a moment to realize that that hand was mine.

I couldn't feel my fingers.

In a couple of seconds, I had gone from on my way home, to barely alive.

I watched my breath condense against the stone tiles.

I couldn't feel anything but a dull pain radiating down my spine.

The more I thought about it, the more my pulse hammered, and the more light-headed I felt.

I was bleeding, but I couldn't see or feel from where.

I couldn't call out for help.

It was as if one of my lungs was lagging.

I didn't know where one breath started and another ended. Luckily, my coworker Andrew was working late.

He found me and stayed with me until the EMTs had arrived.

From that point on, I barely remember anything.

Apparently, I was alone on that floor for about 20 minutes.

I was lucky to be alive.

It wasn't a full-on broken neck, but a severe fracture.

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