Less than a mile from the equipment barn, a truck coming the other way lost control on a curve and hit him head on.
To me, the miracle will always be that as badly smashed as his vehicle was, he was able to open the door and get out. It was at that moment he realized how badly he was hurt. Crushed ankle, broken hip, nerve damage, 10 broken ribs, and some devastating facial damage (no one will ever have to remind him to wear a seatbelt again, I imagine).
After three separate surgeries, he finally got out of ICU. After another week, he's being released to a nursing home for rehabilitation. It'll take months before their lives return to any semblance of normal.
In the end, what matters is friends. It's a powerfully beautiful thing to watch so many people working together to meet the needs of our friends at this difficult time.