In 2001 (11-1-01 to be precise) while on the job: I was lead driver/trainer running teams in 18 wheels cross country,shortly after my co-driver took over the night before (yes...Halloween night

) and promptly hit an elk along I70 in Utah (just past Richfield). The next day (was a Sunday) the boss and I came to an arrangement for me to labor the radiator swap,and a shop to finish the job the next day. While leaning WAY over in the engine compartment cutting on a busted radiator hose (yeah yeah,I know...dumb,but was getting frustrated at not being able to get to it,LOL),my 5'2" tall,4' round co-driver came up,her not knowing I was cutting,bumped my hip hard and said "wahtcha doin'?". Sliced my left index finger into two length-wise,severed everything (nerves,bone,knuckle,tendon...). So knowing the local hospital to be 6 blocks down (had another co-driver wreck me at that very exit a few months earlier...and yes,this trip I speak of was the last I was willing to run teams,OR go through that stretch of Utah),having no luck getting a ride or cell service,and having wrapped it up as tightly as I possibly could,I started walking,made it 4 1/2 blocks before passing out from blood loss and a nice Morman lady stopped and gave me a ride (I have no memory of it),where they surgically repaired/replaced everything. Still have the knife (Smith & Wesson H.R.T. Urban,only replaced it as my EDC a couple weeks ago),a really nice scar(s),and the memories of it (which,thankfully,time has dulled the sense of pain when remembering it,LOL!).