Alright well let me start off by saying I am Chris Pearl, born and raised in St.Petersburg Florida and I intend on keeping it right here in the 727. I love a great time, Bud Light, camping, movies, stunting, photography, good friends, classic and fast/race cars, Myspace of course, tv, alot of music cause music calms even the most savage best. What can I say, basically I just love to have a great time and I am pretty normal. I am definately a funny guy and I live to laugh.One thing I think that sets me apart now from the Chris Pearl I was in the past was that on mothers day(May 13th) 2007 I was struck down by the driver of a GMC Yukon outside of The Round Up in Oldsmar. I hung out at The Round Up often as I do enjoy country music, some linedancing and great times with friends. As I tried to cross the road I was ran down and actually ran over. I literally had tire marks on my chest later found after my clothes were stripped from my body by medics on scene. I developed pneumonia, acute respiratory distress syndrome, had a loss of blood as I was bleeding out internally from a lacerated liver which was later found to be about 20 percent infarct(dead), a punctured lung with a pneumothorax therefore needing a chest tube to breathe along with life support to keep me breathing and alive as I did not know at the time, to breathe on my own.I broke two ribs on my left side, broke my scapula(shoulder) in three places and even three L vertabrae which could have led to paralysis but fortunately that did not occur in this case. One foot of my colon had to be sectioned out because it was dying as they gave me blood pressure medicine to control a blood pressure that was at one point in time, somewhere in the 50 over 30's which is definately NOT a good thing. The blood pressure meds made my body push valuable life saving blood to my vital organs and it shunted it away from the non vital organs such as my fingers, toes and of course the colon which is why some of it died. Thank God I didn't lose any fingers or toes!Along with all of that I also made no use of the 100 percent oxygen(o2) they had me on because I was seeing only 50 percent of that and they were giving me 100 percent pure oxygen. When your body is below 90 its not good so it being at 50 wasn't pretty either. The doctors called me the miracle child there. I was not even supposed to live through the first night but I somehow managed to pull through it. My strength was far greater than I imagined I guess. Fourty eight days plus an additonal two were spent in the hospital since May 13th. I underwent four surgeries, probably somewhere near 100 needle sticks at the least, well over that in pills to keep the pain down and keep my body in check.I had great care from the staff there at St.Josephs in Tampa. I'd recommend this hospital to anyone because I understand the care I recieved and it was wonderful there. I somehow lived through that terrible night and have made it this far on a miracle or two, tons of prayers from family and friends, as well as Gods choice to keep me around a bit longer. I didn't pray much then, still dont at this moment and that may change because if not God, what? I shouldn't have lived to make it to the hospital and somehow that was superceeded, then the first night, then 2 weeks on a ventilator in my induced coma, then the rest of the trip until this point in time(Aug 26th 07)!So now I wake up and take each day as a gift, a very special gift and as crappy as it is to have to of gotten run over and almost die to realize how special family and friends are, I finally did. It took almost dying to see it and that sucks, but I am here now and I do understand so the one big change I have made in my life and will continue to keep up with is to live like there is no tomorrow and live like I were dying. The world is a beautiful place, your friends are fuckin awesome, your family is far greater than they seem and damn this lifetime is short so give it everything you have and dont stop giving!Wanna know anything more about me, have a stupid question? Just ask me and I'll be glad to reply back. Chris Pearl
-What is it about an automobile dealership that they think a giant inflatable t-rex makes me wanna buy a new car?- Dane Cook
The bartender asks me
Says, son what’ll it be?
I want a shot at that redhead yonder
Lookin’ at me
