Woman Survives Car Accident After Seat Belt Slices Her Stomach In Half – IOTW Report

Woman Survives Car Accident After Seat Belt Slices Her Stomach In Half

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A Michigan woman says that while her seat belt saved her life, it also left her with severe injuries following a horrific freak accident. Gina Arnold was driving home when she lost control of her car and flipped over seven times. Her vehicle finally came to a stop after it crashed into a tree.

While the seat belt may have saved her life, it also sliced into her abdomen “like a sword,” leaving her with a huge life-threatening laceration. Doctors performed a risky, eight-hour operation to sew a surgical mesh across her stomach to keep her organs in place. more

16 Comments on Woman Survives Car Accident After Seat Belt Slices Her Stomach In Half

  1. I raced cars for eight years.
    If you do not wear seat belts you are an idiot.
    This women would probably have been dead on the first rollover if not strapped in.
    i stopped racing after 8 because i ran out of money to support my habit.

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  2. @Burr ~ reminds me of an incident that happened back in the ’70’s. started working for a utility company after my apprenticeship. we drove ’60’s era International Harvester pick-ups w/ utility beds (tool bins on the sides), three-speeds on the floor … not much speed, but so much torque you could pull a dead cow out of a sewer main vault w/ no problem. been there, done that

    anyhow, one day I was riding w/ a Tech (who later became my boss) in a rural part of the county when we came across a nice-looking blonde lady hitch-hiking. my driver pulled over, & I let her in to the middle of the bench seat. we were chatting along when we happened to pass, on the other side of the road, our Division Leader. my companion, the driver, immediately grabbed the poor girl by the back of the head & pushed her down, out of sight … unfortunately, her forehead smacked against the metal dash board (bet you wonder where this story was going tie in … didn’t ya?). he slammed on the gas, turned on the corner, spun into the shoulder, jumped out & threw our passenger to the other side of the road, jumped back in & hauled off as fast as we could go!

    later, when we got back to the Shop the Division Leader came up to us & asked us if we saw a young woman staggering around the road we were on when he spotted us. we guiltily denied seeing any such person. he said that he saw us & made a U-turn to come after us to see if we could respond to an alarm at a water-pumping station when he spotted her. he stopped & offered her a ride & got her home. he also mentioned that she had a large goose-egged bruise on her forehead. it was all I could do to stop from cracking up. that story was re-told & embellished for 36 years … ah, the memories

    see? story even has a happy ending!

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  3. Back when lap (and shoulder, where applicable) belts were optional, my dad would stuff ’em down in the seat. We’d pull one up as kids and ask, “What is THIS?!”

    Dad would take it, stuff it back DOWN in the seat, and yell – “Leave that alone! Stuff it back down there, before it HURTS someone!!!”

    SEE!!! He was RIGHT!!! 😆

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  4. My one rule when driving is: DON’T SLAM IN TO SHIT! I do have a second rule, which is: DON’T ROLL THIS MUTHER! That stated, I have been blessed for nearly 50 years. GOD has not finished with me.
    “Speaking the truth in times of universal deceit is a revolutionary act.” Geo. Orwell

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  5. My ’67 F600 had factory lap belts, but engineering provisions for shoulder belts. I put in retractable modern belts. With that huge steering wheel I think the driver is a dead duck in any case — going to be impaled on a spoke.

    When my boss was killed in a rollover he was still partially ejected even with the belt. And that partial ejection is what killed him. Had the belt kept him in the little shitty SUV he would have just been terribly banged up. Most likely. But the ways of Providence are inscrutable.

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  6. I just want to know who the fudge told my wife about thread locker?

    Now my awesome bench seat has 3 three seat belts. Blech.

    And yeah, with the belt on and that big steering wheel….I’m pretty much screwed.

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  7. You are totally fucked on a 1967 F600. It doesn’t matter. The steering gear is 6 inches from a “slight” man’s soft parts. Being 6 inches from his guts, or his sternum. And the spokes always point to the soft parts. His forehead. Oh Christ! His forehead is always going to the haft on the column.

    In frontibus.

    Now THAT’S telling.

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