Last night, my 8 year old son went to get a drink from our extra fridge we keep in the garage. He came running in and told me that some one was yelling for help outside. I thought okay, he’s 8 and his imagination can run wild sometimes, but I entertained him anyway. I went outside and someone was screaming in agony. I called for my husband who is in the medical profession and we ran out and saw our neighbor across the street trapped under his truck. He was working on his large truck and was under it when it started to roll forward and trapped him by the ribs. He was the only one at his house so he was screaming for help. I called 911 while my husband cut his shirt off since his shirt was twisted up under the tire and cutting off his blood supply to his arm. He has a few broken ribs but is okay other than that. I’m just so glad my son heard him because it could have been a lot worse. 😬😬