Back after almost one year of absence and I am already double posting.
It seems that my car is cursed.
Yesterday afternoon around 3.30 pm, my father and I wanted to push to car out of the garage. He wanted to use the his car over the grease pit but we had to move my car first.
The problems was, the grease pit was open (not covered up or something like that). I was standing on the left had side of the car with the window rolled down so I could use the steering wheel. My father was pushing at the back of the car. The car was moving and I heard him say: "why won't you get in the car?" en immediately after that, I heard something falling. I turned my head to see what was going one but my father was no were to be seen.
So I went to the back of my car and saw my father laying on the bottom of the greasing pit. He didn't move, didn't react when I was calling him and I believe that he wasn't breathing either (can't be sure about that).
I've been true a lot in my life but this was the worst feeling ever. The very first thing I did was calling the ambulance. Once I did that I went back to my father, got in the pit and suddenly he started to gargle. I than new that he was still alive.
I started to tap his cheek and started to call his name.
To make a long story short: he was conscious again, opened his eyes and started to answer my questions. I asked him if he knew what day and year it was. He didn't have a clue. Luckely he recognised me and knew his name and the address. I also asked if he could move his legs and arms.
When I was supporting the back of his head, I felt a lot of blood.
It didn't take that long for the ambulance and the fire department to arrive.
His injuries: big fleshwound at the back of his head. No injuries to the brain and skull. He was bleeding out in his stomach en he has e few fracture in his lower back.
All this because we only wanted to push my car outside.