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One day, bout a week ago, Hippie was lifting a truck with the air jack. I started to take a look at his little job I gave him and I had noticed something wrong. Hippie had the jack to far over on one side of the truck. I had told him to lower the jack and move it toward the middle, but Hippie only caught half of what I told him to do. Hippie had tried to move the jack without lowering it first. Too much pressure was applied to the arms which caused the air tank to explode. The valve shot off and hit Hippie right smack dab in the chest knocking him to the ground. The truck had tipped sideways and had caught my arm and had pinned me to the wall. Blood had begun to drip from my arm when the junkyard dog Baby started to lick my arm, while Hippie called 911. When the truck was lifted and I was in the back of the truck they said there didn't seem to be any infection which was kind of shocking I guess to them, but to me I didn't give a hoot. Then I told them about the dog licking my hand and they claimed that that was probably why there was minimal or no infection.