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    Never More Than You Can Handle
    Never More Than You Can Handle
    Never More Than You Can Handle
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    Never More Than You Can Handle

    By Jason Stierwalt

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    In "Never More Than You Can Handle," Jason Stierwalt shares his remarkable journey from tragedy to triumph. It was August 17, 2011, when Jason's life took a drastic turn on Highway 108 in Oklahoma. Surviving a harrowing car accident that changed the trajectory of his life, Jason discovered an unwavering source of strengt

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJason Stierwalt
    Release dateMay 6, 2024
    ISBN9798990564503
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      Never More Than You Can Handle - Jason Stierwalt

      PROLOGUE: SMASHED

      Ishould not be here.

      The semi truck carrying a 125-foot base of a wind turbine, which had been traveling north, crossed the center line and crashed into me on August 17, 2011. I was driving south on Highway 108 in Oklahoma, near Glencoe, heading to work in Stillwater. The hitch pin on the semi’s back axel, which was supposed to anchor the turn, had slipped out. Jackknifing, the semi sideswiped the whole south lane. My lane. I steered to avoid impact, driving into a ditch. But I still got hit. Sheering off the top, the crash crumpled my truck and crushed the sides. Severely injured and bleeding, I was in bad shape. EMTs said I was fighting them as they pulled me out of a two- by-two cubby square on the floorboard and strapped me onto a gurney. My lungs had collapsed, punctured on impact. My ankle shattered. My head gaped with a quarter-sized hole, impaled with the gear shift.

      After ambulance drivers rushed me to the emergency room, a helicopter life flighted me to the St. Francis Medical Center in Tulsa.

      Sticking by my side day and night in the hospital, my mom agonized that she’d lose me, my injuries were so bad. I have no memories of the crash. I was thirty-five years old, lying in a coma in a hospital bed, fighting for my life.

      1. RAISED RIGHT

      It’s better to tell the fricken’ truth, no matter what. My mom and her sister Cindy both got pregnant at the same time. My mom was eighteen, and my aunt Cindy was seventeen. Grandpa got mad, sending them away to live in a home for unwed mothers, which was like an outreach house, until they gave birth. That’s where mom lived when I was born in Oklahoma City on December 10, 1975. There is a story about the man who fathered me, but I didn’t want to break my mom to find out what happened. If he didn’t put in effort to come find me, then I wouldn’t make the effort either.

      He wasn’t part of my life, and I didn’t know about him until I was eighteen.

      Mom met another man, Mike Stierwalt, and married him. When I was two years

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