...seen was when my dad was run over by a boat. He had been ran over and was almost cut in half. We knew he had to be pulled into the boat or he would die. Me and my sister pulled him into the boat and I held towels against the opened wound to keep his blood inside while my sister drove to shore and called 911. He was very off in the distance like somewhere else in his mind. The helicopter came and took him off to the hospital. Once he reached the hospital he got blood back into him and he is living today. But if he would have lost 1 more ounce of blood he would have died.
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