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[–]pintamoo813 0 points1 point ago


I saved my uncles life a few years ago. He was a truck driver and one of the rusty springs in his seat ended up giving him an infection and, after, Fournier's gangrene on his thighs and buttocks. He was in the states (I live in Canada) at the time and the only two people who had passports were my mom and step-dad. They were out, however, and so I had to deal with my nana freaking out profusely while trying to get in touch with my mom. Due to sheer luck I ended up getting her on the phone JUST as they were about to go into a show at the casino and told them to come home immediately. By the time they got my uncle to the hospital the doctors said that if he had gotten there any later than he wouldn't have made it and if I didn't get in contact with my mom at that time then he would've died. The doctors ended up thanking me as did the rest of my family. He was put into an induced coma for three months and has has, and still has, reconstructive surgery to fix the damage. And he has never once thanked me.