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I felt stuff, dirt, hitting me in the face. The next thing I remembered was laying on my back under a pile of metal with everything piled on top of me. I barely had enough room on my chest to exhale and inhale. My lung had collapsed.

I felt like I was in the wreckage for about an hour before I was pulled out. I was on my back, facing upward. I could only see metal and a little bit of light. I felt a lot of heat on my face. I could hear a few people screaming and asking for help. After a few minutes of lying in the wreckage I heard someone say, ‘Is anyone in there?’ Four or five people yelled out, and I yelled out, too. It was so tight in there that I really couldn’t yell that loud because I couldn’t get enough air.