Dazed, upside-down, and choking on smoke, Keith was not concerned with his mangled camper van. No, he was focused on the rabid flames furiously licking at the ruptured fuel tank and the ruined seatbelt that refused to let him go.
So how did he walk out of the emergency room hours later — not a scratch on him — with dumbfounded doctors proclaiming him “The Miracle Man”?
Well, he had his Leatherman, of course. If you have a story telling how your Leatherman saved the day, share it on Leatherman’s site.