My life changed on May 27, 2012. My wife's brother was killed. So all the family was in for the funeral and services. A few days later I decided to take everyone on an ATV trip in the hills of WV where we live to try to take our minds off of the tragedy. While riding a trail off off a slate dump about 300 or so feet steep, I gunned my atv to pass a friend and hidden at the bottom of the trail in some grass was a 200 or so pound boulder of a rock. I hit this rock with my atv at about 55mph. It slammed my head into the plastic dash and odometer then flipped me off of the atv and threw me about 60 feet out onto the mine road. It didn't knock me out but when I landed I knew it was bad. There was a waterfall of blood pouring off my head. (I wasn't wearing a helmet. Always wear a helmet no matter what). I saw a bright white light surrounding me. I thought this is it, I'm dying. At the same time I felt that my forehead and face was falling off of my head. I had to push it back up on my head with my hands. My FIL (father in law) came back and him and his friend were on a side by side. I just kept hearing my FIL tell me we got to get you up in his ranger and get me off the hill. My other BIL called 911 to have an ambulance meet us off the hill. As I listened to my FIL the bright light slowly went away and I could see daylight again. On our way down the hill I held up part of my face and our buddy held up another part of my head It was hard for me to breathe. I was taking shallow breaths. My back was hurting so bad. It took almost 30 minutes to get me off the hill. We were about 8 miles back on the mountain. When we finally got off the hill the paramedics were trying to get me up on a stretcher. And the rag came off my head. One of the paramedics freaked out! On the way to the hospital we had to stop to pick up another paramedic cause the one freaked out. I then had a seizure before flying me out on a helicopter taking me to a trauma hospital. They were just trying to keep me alive at that point. But I finally got off the vent. So in all I broke my back at T6, punctured my lung, broke both orbital bones under my eyes, broke my nose, and I have a scar from my right eye brow up my forehead wrapping over my head and down to my left ear. I had plastic surgery to repair my head, a few hundred stitches. Now I'm dealing with post concussion syndrome, dizzy, off balance, lose focus, short term memory loss. But I'm alive. I was spared from death by God. They tell me that God wants me here for a reason. But the devil try's his hardest to beat me down. Recovery has been and still is a long process. The pain is unreal but it let's me know I'm alive. I've had a lot of people praying for me. I believe those prayers were answered. I could have easily broke my neck, be paralyzed or dead. I'm a big guy. They say the wreck I had would have killed a smaller person. My atv hit the rock so hard it dug it up out of the ground and shot it 20 feet from where I hit it. But here I am. Thankful for the second chance I get at life. I'm getting a tattoo that says I live my life a better man cause I've been halfway to Heaven. Thanks for letting me share my story.