Yikes. Talking about broken ribs and accidents... My grandfather was trapped under a car once, as he tried to stop a car that was rolling down a road (not like he had many places to go either). He was a strong fucker, even then, but the weight was too much for him and he ended up underneath it. By sheer coincidence my father was around the house cutting the lawn, and saw it happen. Meanwhile my grandfather was turning blue - not the best sign. Finally my father managed to back up the car. It was one of those you could 'lift' a little, which is what eventually made him break free, as the car was literally resting on top of his chest. This was out in nowhereville, but after a long time an ambulance finally showed up and they took him away on a stretcher (those that protect the back, as they were worried for back injuries). He had broken 3-4 ribs (which hurt like hell when breathing), and got some third degree burns, but other than that managed to get over it fairly well. Goes to show how quickly one's life can end, and how coincidences can both end it, and save it.