The Stats...

I was curious and tried to find if my accident ever made it in a newspaper... haven't found it yet, but I did find this from the North Logan Fire Department:

"AUTOMOBILES - Slow down and pay attention. Pedestrians struck by a car moving at 20 mph have a 95% chance of survival. At 30 mph that rate drops to 55%. At 40 mph there is only a 15% survival rate."


So what's the going rate for 45...?

I should be even more dead than I thought before.

God bless miracles.

Comments

Wannabe said…
accident? what accident? (oh, and I found your blog from fb. bless you, fab.)
June 22, 2009 at 12:13 PM
David said…
The accident is the biggest deal around these days. Check out the tab labeled "accident," all the details are there.
June 22, 2009 at 12:17 PM
Sarah said…
Amen to miracles!
June 22, 2009 at 11:29 PM
greysquirrelb said…
wow...I forgot they hit you going 50mph. you are a miracle child!
July 8, 2009 at 2:00 PM
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