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He hit black ice and went down hard. Excruciating pain shot through his body.

He lay on the ice in 16-degree weather in shorts and a tee shirt. His right knee and thigh were horribly distorted. He couldn’t get up. It was dark. There was no help in sight. His wife was out of town. His cell phone was inside. The neighbors were all asleep. What to do? Suddenly, an ordinary chore of taking out the trash stopped his life as he knew it. He had to struggle through months of suffering and find a way out.