Reason Number 3

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I am thankful for firemen. A fireman literally saved my neck last weekend. It's is sort of a long story but well worth reading.

The whole things starts when I decided I needed a new workout regime. So I searched and found one I though I really would like. Little did I know it would lead to a near death experience.

Anyways, I got up early in the morning, probably around 10:30am, and opened the program on my computer. I got out my exercise mat and followed what the guy on the video was doing. Oblivious to my impending doom.

I sweated and grunted and drank a bunch of water. I was so proud of myself for working so hard. Then the man in the video said something along the lines of that we had just completed an intense workout and needed to help our body recover.

I was in total agreement with this and ready to shower and crawl back into bed so my body could recover. However, this is not what the guy had in mind. He said we should use some yoga moves to help our body. I though, ok, yoga, then bed. I can handle this.

So I watched what the evil pretzel man did. And then I thought maybe too much exercise had ruined my eyes. So I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the screen. Lo and behold, I had actually seen clearly the first time.

Not one to shrink away from a challenge, I pulled and pushed my legs and body until I managed to get in the correct pose. As I was praying to God to deliver my crushed lungs from the evil I was participating in, Mr. Evil Pretzel said we should switch sides.

Oh dear, I realized I was stuck in that position. I couldn't even get up to get a cold Dr. Pepper. I was like, dear Jesus, what am I gonna do. But mercifully, I was able to stretch my arm and just reach my phone with my little pinky finger. I dialed 911 and begged the lady to send some help because I was in a really really bad position. Little did I know it was about to get worse.

But finally the EMT guy came. He took one look and passed out. He passed out clean on the floor. Oh dear, what was I to do. Should I call 911 again? But he finally came to, and I begged, please Mr. EMT guy, you can't pass out again. I need some help.

So he kinda pushed me over. Lord, it was like my arms and legs were spring loaded. They went bong bong and, it was the most awful thing that ever had happen in my life. Oh, it was awful.  They went boing boing and then the back of my neck got stuck in my butt crack. Oh, I never though it would be possible.

Mr. Useless EMT guy passed out again. I didn't know what to think. This awful thing had happened and my only help was passed out on the floor. Oh, what to do.

So I just was able to reach the phone and I called the nice lady at 911. I don't think she even believed me so I said, "Lord Jesus it's a fire. Send someone lady! It's a fire!"  So not long after, here comes the fireman.

He arrived and walked right out the door. I was like, well you might as have passed out like EMT guy here. But this fireman was no pansy. He came back like a true hero with the JAWS OF LIFE.

This true hero had the jaws of life and he immediately extracted the back of my neck out of my buttcrack.

And that, my friend, is why I am thankful for firemen!