I've been run over three times! Once as a small kid, when a car reversed over my leg. Second time I was talking to someone on the payment beside the A38, when an accident spilled off the carriageway onto the payment, breaking my femur and pelvis, amongst a pile of other internal bruising and bladder unhappiness. The third time I was unloading some weed killer from the back of a van that was parked at the side of a road. I was in a high-vis jacket, but the lady who was driving down the road, peering through a ten inch hole in her frosty window (the police description, not mine), didn't see me, or the van, and ploughed right into the back of it! I jumped up, but left one leg trailing (silly boy) and, hey presto, another broken bone in my leg! Some would call me unlucky! I think I'm very, VERY, lucky!