a reply to: CornishCeltGuy
Slavery it is, only rebranded. I am glad yourself and others like you can feel for us at least. Let me share my personal story.
Back in 2014 i dropped out of college after completing my first year at a 4 year university (10k a year, could be worse but I should have just went
community college for about 5k a year in retrospect). I had my son young, real young. I realized I could not go 3 more years without a real income.
So I used my fathers connections through former coworkers to land an electrician's apprentice position. Commercial high rise electrical construction
work. Starting pay 13$ an hour back in 2014 with garunteed 6 month 1$ raises.
I had to commute 120 miles a day on my second project so they bumped me up to 16$ an hour to reimburse travel expenses. Not bad. I also had to
attend an independent electrical contractors 'IEC' school for four years. One night a week aprox 4 hours.
All seemed alright, i actually loved the job. Fast forward six months, December 15th 2014. The night before, I am up until about midnight studying
and completing homework assignments for my IEC class the next evening. I wake up just before 5 am, leave the house by 5:30 to make it to work by 7am
as per usual.
That is where my memory stops. About 4:30 that afternoon, I most likely (i will explain later) fall asleep at the wheel. Going southbound on an
Interstate at 81 mph an hour trying to make it to class by 5pm.
I should have died that day. Thank god I did not injure another. I hit the gaurdrail at 81mph, took out over 25 yards of guardrail before zipping
back and hitting the rail on the other side of the road. I should have died on impact, but I was buckled and Yahweh or W/E intervened.
A police officer responded and pulled me from the vehicle minutes later. I was concious and begging for help, attempting to crawl out of my seat
(recounted from the officers statement). A 'flight for life' chopper was called to airlift me to the hospital as the highway quickly became inpassable
after my wreck. My motor functions are normal as of now nerve wise. I begin to have a seizure during the helicopter ride to the nearest level 1 trauma
Fast forward two weeks. Both of my femurs are compound fractured. Three seperate blood transfusions. Lacerations are stapled shut from the top of my
head, down my neck, and even down my chest. Severe traumatic brain injury. I have permanent nerve damage to my right arm. Nasty potentially termial
bacteria contracted while in the hospital that required daily IV treatments into a catheter like thing inserted into my bicep while at home for
months, the whole nine yards.
When I awake, I have zero motor function in my dominant arm. My first coherent memory is myself coming to in an ambulance already on the way to a
rehab hospital where I would spend another month.
I now have rods in my legs, and about 50% function in my right arm, the hand works. This came back slowly over the past 4 years but I believe I have
peaked and this is as much function as I will ever have.
That helicopter ride? 85 thousand dollars. Month+ in the hospital and multiple surgeries? Three quarters of a million dollars. I was still on my
parents health insurance, so they were liable. They are making payments to this day and will continue doing so for years. That is WITH health
insurance, both my mom and pops seperately.
Fast forward to now? I am absolutely ecstatic to have landed a job which pays me only what I was paid 4 years ago already but hey at least its not
physical labor, im lucky right?
In retrospect my parents should have refused to pay and I declare bankruptcy but hindsight is 20/20.
Oh and the earlier part about probably falling asleep at the wheel? A recall was issued for the exact make model and year of the car I was driving.
The mechanical issue dealt with steering and the flaw could cause a vehicle to uncontrollably veer off to one side. My father heard this and contacted
an attorney and the auto insurer immediately.
Attorney said the vehicle would have to be examined to possibly bring a lawsuit against Pontiac. So he contacts the insurer as the car was obviously
totalled. They tell him where the scrap was sent. He calls the yard, they inform him that they buy totaled heaps of metal from insurance companies
to scrap them down. Only problem? When that sale is made all rights to the vehicle are also sold to the scrap yard and he legally could not tell my
dad a single word about if the vehicle was ever even there.
Apologies for the long story, I just like to share it as it is a good example of #ery in this country and it has taken me 4 years of hard work to
even begin to recover from.
I will say that I did get 3 months of full disability pay from my employers insurance and then another 9 months of 60% disability pay which was the
max time and then the company officially let me go. At least.
The injury was not 'on the job' per say so I think the only reason they paid was because my dad was friends with the execs plus they feared a lawsuit
of some kind.
edit on 7-9-2018 by Lightdhype because: (no reason given)